A Change of Heart
My first story... please be kind and comment! XD
Above is what I wrote as the introduction when this story first was created.
This will not be updated, as far as I know, as it needs major re-characterisation, plotting, fixing, etc. I wrote this before I really knew how to write.
After calming slightly, Julie changed tabs again to face the beastly story. Her eyes swept over the first chapter in a rush; at the final words stating that it was to be continued at a later date, she let out a loud groan before leaning forward to rest her face upon her keyboard.
The owners of Quibblo, affectionately known as the kings to some users, surely meant well when posting Julie's story on the front page of the website, where hundreds of thousands could see it, but that specific fact did little to soothe her panic.
Why? she thought, her nose smashing down the G, V, and B keys simultaneously. Of all times, why now when I'm still half asleep? Of all the stories that could have been chosen, why that piece of rubbish? I have plenty of ideas a thousand times better that could have made it -- Ah.
Lifting her head and sweeping her hair aside (it has the nasty habit of trying to travel up her nose on occasion) she realised that her other ideas were just that: Ideas that haven't yet left the confinement of her mind. She let out a chortle at the long mass of random letters born from her childish, frustrated reaction before setting to work; after sending a message to Quibblo, begging her story to be removed from the list, she sat in silence.
Several self-pitying sighs escaped her as she momentarily forgot that Bree was going through the same problem as she was. One of Bree's old stories was also on that list; one of the stories she wrote that she wasn't proud of. See, though it was very well-written, though she is an absolutely astounding writer, it was a story with Mary-Sues. Too lazy to define it herself, Julie pulled up Wikipedia on another tab and copied and pasted its definition into what she is writing right at this very second; the story which you are reading. The definition read:
A Mary Sue (sometimes just Sue), in literary criticism and particularly in fanfiction, is a fictional character with overly idealized and hackneyed mannerisms, lacking noteworthy flaws, and primarily functioning as a wish-fulfilment fantasy for the author or reader. It is generally accepted as a character whose positive aspects overwhelm their other traits until they become one-dimensional. While the label "Mary Sue" itself originates from a parody of this type of character, most characters labelled "Mary Sues" by readers are not intended by authors as such. Male Mary Sues are often dubbed "Gary Stu", "Larry Stu", "Marty Stu", or similar names.
Yes, Julie thought, chuckling darkly and shaking her head. That just about describes dear Eve and Logan to a T.
Teagz's words of advice on how to handle the situation echoed in her mind: Just replace the characters with something about a bunny in need of a heart transplant!
Julie scrunched her face up unattractively in concentration as she tried to think of a name for the bunny. Wilbur? Fidget? Widget! A combination of the two! Excellent. Now how should it start?
She hunched over the keyboard and began typing.
Widget the rabbit bounded through the doors of the veterinary hospital. His large ears flopped around in every direction with each movement; his white with tawny-speckled fur was standing on end. He scurried to the front desk and peered over his twitching nose at Sally the secretary as his heart erratically beat an unsteady tattoo inside his tiny chest cavity.
Through some kind of barmy deus ex machina-like sixth sense, Sally immediately recognised the anguish in his sweet, sad eyes to be associated with a heart problem. Pocketing the bottle of hand sanitiser on her desk to use later, she stumbled off her chair and scooped him up, leaving her desk unattended.
Her human legs carried them toward the emergency room at a speed ten times that of which Widget's bounces could have moved. She burst through the door and explained rapidly to veterinary surgeon Dani Watkins; with a gasp, Dani wretched the poor rabbit from Sally's clutches (at this time, she promptly applied liberal amounts of the sanitising liquid she had brought) and lay it on the operating table.
"Quickly! This bunny is in urgent need of a heart transplant!" Dani said as dramatic music played, its origin unknown.
"But doctor, how? Where will we get the necessary tools?" Sally said, her hands rubbing another glob of the liquid into her skin.
Dani peered at her for a moment, his expression unreadable, before he slowly spoke while putting on a pair of gloves. "We always... find a donor. Always."
The vet's eyes darted quickly between Sally's eyes and her chest. "In fact, Sally... you could always be that donor."
"What the -- NO! No. I put my foot down here!" -- she stomped her foot for emphasis -- "I'll be in my office reading Drarry fanfiction."
After Sally walked out, Dani turned back to the rabbit; he gently patted its head. His assistants, Bree and Teagz, looked on silently with their expressions twisted into that of sadness, though they were actually just wondering how long it would be until lunch break.
"I have an idea," Dani said. "We could --"
Julie frowned at her screen, tapping her fingers against the plastic of her laptop. She scowled. "Damn it! I hate writer's block!"
Angry noises more fitting to a monster than a human filled the room, startling her cat who had been napping beside her on the sofa. Julie glared at the cat, who stretched leisurely, looking unimpressed; Emmy the cat leapt down from the sofa gracefully and pranced out of the room, leaving Julie alone to stare at the screen.
Julie sighed and clicked the button labelled 'Continue' on her story, knowing that it was likely that the story A Change of Heart had finally come to its rightful, permanent end.
... To never be continued...