The Epilogue, or Can't Sleep Redux by bvader95, literature
Literature
The Epilogue, or Can't Sleep Redux
Summary: One week after an incident with a certain abusive sibling, two teens find themselves subverting their usual roles.
Dedicated to Steven aka Mr Dusk, who was a big inspiration for this story, and who hated it with all his might, and to Sam aka LolzWaitWhat, because without her example I probably wouldn’t know how to write an inspirational character. I'd also like to thank WanderingBlackDragon for providing feedback that isn't completely worthless.
Also, there will be subtle retcons in regards to the BPS ending. It was unavoidable.
The sun was setting over the quiet suburbs of Peach Creek.
Eddy stared at a clipboard in his hand, d
note: contains mild sexual themes
Nazz couldn't help but smile.
She was sitting on the park bench, staring at the ducks swimming in the pond, amused. She loved coming here after school, to recharge her batteries and relax after a stressful day. The weather was lovely, not too cold but not to hot as well, and her bench was covered by a shade from a nearby oak. She leaned her head back a bit and closed her eyes, letting herself drift away a bit.
Her meditation was interrupted by someone jumping onto the bench from behind and saying:
"Hey, blondie!"
Before the girl could process it, Marie Kanker was already sitting next to her, with her arm
THE TROUBLES OF A DESIGNER - a drabble by bvader95, literature
Literature
THE TROUBLES OF A DESIGNER - a drabble
Loosely based on a joke.
The blue-haired woman looked at the neon hanging above the entrance to the car yard.
"Eddy and Edd's Used Cars & Repairs" she muttered. "Lee always suspected he'd end up like that."
"Marie!" one half of the duo waved to her. "I've been waiting, come to the office." Eddy pointed at the small shack, and they both entered. The girl sat down on the stool opposite the desk labelled "The Big Boss". Still compensatin', she smiled.
"So, Mr Businessman, what do you want?"
"You've been making websites for quite a while, right?" the man started, sitting on a big rotating chair.
"Yeah." she said. "More as a side job, bu