(I have no idea how to put a story on deviant art, so this is the prologue of another new idea. This will be a short story, perhaps a novella. And yes, I will have too much fun with it. I already drew pictures.)
Welcome weary traveler.
Odds are, whether you know it or not, you are bored with your life. Don't feel bad, that's how everyone feels from time to time, that's why they pick up books. In my travels, I've found that books about adventures and mystique are best. If you, little miss my-Mp3-died-on-the-airplane-or-car-ride, are looking for something perfectly Unusual, then I will tell you the story of a woman named Molly Winchester.
In New York City, in the year 2013, there lived a woman named Molly Winchester. Molly Winchester was, in a word, normal. She had a normal house, a normal job, even a normal cat. Molly Winchester was a simple, shy, mousy woman who was too timid to make adventure her own. She needed someone to help her.
That's where I came in.
For Miss Molly Winchester of 2213 Berry Street, March 27th started out as any other day would. She put on regular work clothes, made herself a regular breakfast, said farewell to her regular cat, and went to do her regular work at a regular office. That afternoon, however, after she finished her whip-driven squalor, Molly Winchester did something she wouldn't regularly do.
Molly Winchester stopped for coffee.