Wow. I haven't posted anything in forever. I'm really sorry about that. I haven't had as much time as I thought I would to write. I'll be graduating in a few weeks and (hopefully) starting a job soon if my interview tomorrow goes well. Hopefully I'll have a bit more time to write at least. Until then I hope you can survive on very, very, VERY boring blog posts on what's happening in my life. Be it with school, my family, or my roller derby team.
Thanks write again soon.
~Irish Angel
Monday, April 18, 2011
Monday, November 15, 2010
Bloody Irish: Chapter 1
Authors Note: This takes place sometime between the first and second Boondock Saints movies. I’m going to try to write with an Irish accent. We all know what the brothers sound like so I’m hoping that if I mess up then your imagination will pick up the slack. I tend to write as I imagine them saying stuff anyway. :)
It was getting dark. The sun was just setting over the South Boston harbor.
She sat on the window sill watching the light fade. She brushed a lock of her shoulder length red hair out of her emerald green eyes and lit a cancer stick.
Tonight’s the night. She thought, blowing out a lung full of smoke.
She had it all worked out. Antonio Partoli the under boss for the Italian mob was hosting a huge card game in one of the abandoned warehouses near the wharf. It was high stacks and a couple of the top enforcers were going to be there. Not many just four guys in all.She could handle four guys.
She got down from the window sill and started getting together everything she needed. The card game was in about an hour and she didn’t want to be late. Cigarette still hanging from her mouth she put on her shoulder holsters over her black tank top and pulled on her black combat boots. She pulled the gym bag from under the sagging bed in her small, crappy one-room apartment and checked to make sure everything was there.
“Let’s see,” she muttered to herself under her breath.
“Mask, check. Knife, check. Spare ammo, check. Rope, check. Guns,”
She pulled the 9mms out and checked them one at a time then attached the silencers and put them in her holsters.
“Check.” She pulled on her gloves and shrugged into her black wool pea coat. She took one last drag on her cig and then put it out.
About an hour later she was crouching behind the warehouse waiting for the last of Partoli’s men to show up.
She was trying to resist the urge to light a smoke when the last of Partoli’s men showed up.
“About fucking time,” she muttered under her breath.
Well, she thought, It’s now er never.
She went towards the back door pulling on her ski mask as she went. She pulled out her 9mms and kicked down the door guns blazing.
Author's note(again):Okay I know it'a not amazing. But this is just the prologue I'm trying to figure out how the boys are gonna come in. If You guys don't think that it's not too horrible I'll keep going. I hope you like it. :) ~Irish Angel (P.S. Thanks to lynnlawrence for editing this for me! http://lynnlawrence.livejournal.com/1318.html )
It was getting dark. The sun was just setting over the South Boston harbor.
She sat on the window sill watching the light fade. She brushed a lock of her shoulder length red hair out of her emerald green eyes and lit a cancer stick.
Tonight’s the night. She thought, blowing out a lung full of smoke.
She had it all worked out. Antonio Partoli the under boss for the Italian mob was hosting a huge card game in one of the abandoned warehouses near the wharf. It was high stacks and a couple of the top enforcers were going to be there. Not many just four guys in all.She could handle four guys.
She got down from the window sill and started getting together everything she needed. The card game was in about an hour and she didn’t want to be late. Cigarette still hanging from her mouth she put on her shoulder holsters over her black tank top and pulled on her black combat boots. She pulled the gym bag from under the sagging bed in her small, crappy one-room apartment and checked to make sure everything was there.
“Let’s see,” she muttered to herself under her breath.
“Mask, check. Knife, check. Spare ammo, check. Rope, check. Guns,”
She pulled the 9mms out and checked them one at a time then attached the silencers and put them in her holsters.
“Check.” She pulled on her gloves and shrugged into her black wool pea coat. She took one last drag on her cig and then put it out.
About an hour later she was crouching behind the warehouse waiting for the last of Partoli’s men to show up.
She was trying to resist the urge to light a smoke when the last of Partoli’s men showed up.
“About fucking time,” she muttered under her breath.
Well, she thought, It’s now er never.
She went towards the back door pulling on her ski mask as she went. She pulled out her 9mms and kicked down the door guns blazing.
Author's note(again):Okay I know it'a not amazing. But this is just the prologue I'm trying to figure out how the boys are gonna come in. If You guys don't think that it's not too horrible I'll keep going. I hope you like it. :) ~Irish Angel (P.S. Thanks to lynnlawrence for editing this for me! http://lynnlawrence.livejournal.com/1318.html )
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
I'm Getting There
I have no idea if anyone is reading this but. I've got the blog ta look the way I want it to now I just need ta post the first chapter once I'm done editing it which hopefully will be soon. Thank you for your patience if your reading this.
~Irish Angel
~Irish Angel
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
This is a Test. Repeat this is a test
Okay so, let's see if this works. This blog is purely for me posting chapters of fan-fics that I'm writing. I still gotta change the layout to something I like and every thing but, this is good to start.
Please be patent with me! Thank you!
~Irish Angel
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