Sonic Aftermath

Tails wrote the last finishing touches to her book and was satisfied about where it was going, but she wasn't entirely sure if she truly was satisfied by this. She had written something very grandiose, but also very strange.

In her mind, the last finishing touch to her story was...

"In the end, the love birds finally kissed at their wedding night and was taken in by the many privileges of love."

But what she wrote down on paper was entirely different...

"In the end, the many nuances of love had finally drifted into their favor for the wedding of all weddings to consumate the privileges love gives. They swallowed the woes into the night and fished through the kiss of all ages."

She thought it was a solid piece, but she could never get over how much her thoughts were different from what she wrote on paper. It would seem confusing to her family that she wrote things the way she did. But the thing was that they knew that a female had wrote this, but even her alias was sometimes confusing to her family.

They would say did Tails, the hero, write this? But the family would always remember that she was schizophrenic, so they would encourage her to write and keep up her dream of being published.

The thing was that she had written a book about a year ago and it was about something to do with why she could never get married to anyone, because of her mental illness. She tried to make it creative and fun to read, but she only managed only make it truly interesting to herself.

Granted that didn't mean that the story she wrote sucked, it just lacked emotion and it was very flat and blunt. She didn't know how it got published, but it did. She was worried that no one would want to read her book, but there was a fairly large crowd who wanted her to sign the book.

She felt excited about having to sign books, but her facial expression made it seem like she was indifferent about it. Most of the people who had read the book and saw how she tried to force smiles a lot only served to knock them off of what they thought she would be like. They thought that she was making this up, but the few readers who would want her to sign their books were told by the people in front that it doesn't really seem like she cares if you have her sign the book.

So most of the people that were going to have her sign the books, just left to read the book for a little bit, but were back when the book specifically stated that it's hard for her to express emotion because of her schizophrenia.

She had to get some books done before she got her disability, but she wasn't sure when that would be. All she knew was that they said it would take at least a few years before she even got her interview, so she decided to see how it played with her writing.

Even after she got her disability, however, she wouldn't stop writing for anybody. She would continue to send works out, but it would possibly take at least a year or more to actually finish a work.

Despite she could normally write stuff on command, she usually goes places to find inspiration, but she would need it to be someplace quiet like Western Isle or perhaps Mystic Ruins, but she would most likely decline on Mystic Ruins unless her family was there with her like they were now.

She decided to show the finished product of what she wrote to her family before she planned on touching it up and sending to a publisher.

Before she brought the piece over for her family to see, she thought about her great grandma and what it was like to be at her funeral.

She remembered seeming indifferent to the other people around her. She didn't feel sad that one of her family members croaked. She simply told her great grandma to rest in peace before she left the casket.

She finally decided to bring the fiction over for her grandma to read, but the only thing that she worried about was that her alias Tails was into creating dark romances. It hadn't been Tails' first time to actually create something dark, but the work she wrote for why she couldn't get married because of her condition was dark enough.

Tails gave the manuscript for her grandma to read and she got her reading glasses out to read the book that was about two hundred pages or more.

Tails' grandma read aloud.

"In the blotches of the darkness lied a pitchfork and a grisly old man who was seemingly up to the waters of the frosty hay. He saw the burlapsacks making descrations of love in the heated aroma of the visions of the heat.

"Within the Charlie Horses inside the bin, the old man took the pitchfork of justice and scooped the dried up, dead grass in a freakish square and the burlaps screamed their gelatins out into the graveyard. It was a sight so grotesque that even the old man wished his eyes hadn't fished out a stick in the bin.

"It was a cold and desolate crevice on the side of the cockadoodie road of the space within the space. It was a encrusted by the burlaps who seemingly entrusted the hiding place to a snail.

"Yes, said the old man who witnessed the slime following the slime. I officially can take this thing and rub lawry's seasoning salt across the pavement of the snail's soul. Then I'll watch as the nitrogen intakes of it's breath runs dry and kills over just after the crevice of the wooden splay falls on top."

Grandma stops reading for a second and compliments Tails on the good job she's done. "The only thing I wish you to do is try to change your writing style into something that isn't bent on being symbolic so much."

Tails stared blankly for a second or two. "Okay, I'll see what I can do. While you read that I'm going to the park to find some inspiration."

Tails' grandma felt excited. "Okay, I'll come with you to help see what inspires you as I read this masterpiece."

(to park)

(from park)

She thought it was crazy going to that park. It was nothing but trouble anyway.

Her grandma put down the manuscript for now and followed Joshlafina into the living room and met with the others.

Because the book was done and only needed critquing, Joshlafina felt that her family should celebrate. The family decided to watch a movie and just sit and relax to celebrate the book's completion.

Once the movie was over, she sent the fiction through her computer and decided that it would be best to have her novel corrector to fix her fiction for her.

She felt she would have to wait a few hours before it would be done. She decided to watch another movie.

Once the loading was done, she checked what the computer fixed.

Joshlafina looked through what the computer had done to her work and as she looked at it, she just stared at the computer screen like a lifeless corpse... or so it seemed for those who seemed curious enough to picture what exactly she was thinking.

Joshlafina read her book a little each day and it didn't seem like something she would write. It seemed like the computer just took her work and made it seem like a totally different writer was responsible for this book she made.

It went from...

In the aerospecs in the bathroom took in the jello of heartless love and squealed out piggy bacon.

The love took their beaters and swished it in a glorious little smorgisbord. The lover took in the entrails of girl's pleading, pleading like a gelatin to take in the flavors of her ooey gooeyness as if it was like a picture in someone's head come to fruit-tition.

The computer changed it to...

The man looked in his binoculars and walked in the bathroom, viewing broken hearts.

The lovers hearts beat uncontrollably. The man took in the girl's eyes and he saw that her eyes pleaded for him to kiss her. It was like a dream come true.

(Man, it is hard to write in her writing style.)

After taking her time to get everyone's oppinion, she felt a little hurt. The family had no idea what she wrote and it was another bomb she thought. She wanted to try to work on her fictions, but it seemed like the story was getting more and more different.

She went to the computer and asked that it change her work to a better piece. While she waited, she cried. She couldn't take it anymore.

This time the computer better get it right. I may not be able to write like this, but I sure can think this way. It had better make my thoughts, not my words, come to fruition.

After just a little more time taking it all in stride, She stood up from her crying and checked the computer. At least this time the computer had changed the fiction into something readable, but the lack of emotion in the fiction and her expression was only natural she thought.

She liked how it turned out and went to bed. When she woke up the next day, she took her pill for her schizophrenia.

She needed to take that pill so she didn't destroy herself. She printed out the fiction and read the book. She read a particular section of the book and holds her plush fox.

***

In the grand scheme of things, the plush fox saved my life and gave me happy dreams. It was a little happy as well as sad.

The day was yet to come true. The day the book gets published and gets sent into the book shelves of people's eyes.

***

Joshlafina decided to take the book with her to a book publisher and she took her grandma with her. She had to get this book published.

Joshlafina hoped it would turn out great. It was the best thing ever to get done with a fiction and it brought her back to the happy times when she was a kid.

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