1. Have you started the story yet? Yes 2. How confident are you of making the May 15 deadline? It's already finished 3. What sort of difficulties (if any) are you encountering in writing the story? No difficulties 4. Why is a blackboard? Because life is a game 5. If a bullet is fired nowhere near a queer female character and there are no cameras to see it, what happens? She dies of course. Everyone knows the lesbian always dies in tv because people are jerks.
Here's my snippet from chapter 2
Gabriel realized just how difficult it was to land correctly when wielding that much power. A simple travel through time was cake, but deleting everything that came after that point along the way was a lot more difficult. In the end, he was almost too late. He arrived in Sam’s nursery just in time to the cut open on Mary’s abdomen as she was halfway up the wall. He wasted no time in revealing himself behind Azazel and placed a hand on his head, burning him out. His meatsuit had already been dead so it didn’t matter too much.
While he released his power to kill Azazel the lights in the room burst and the shadows of his six large wings flashed on the wall behind him and Mary’s eyes went wide as she fell to the floor. Once the demon had been neutralized he went to Mary’s side and placed his hands over her stomach as a blue light glowed from them and her wound healed. Once she was settled, and just watching him in wonder, he swept over to the crib and picked up the fussy baby. “It’s okay Samshine. I’ve got you. You’re safe now,” he cooed at him as he bounced the baby in his arms.
Mary finally managed to collect herself. “You’re an angel,” she whispered in awe. “Archangel actually,” Gabriel said with a shrug.
“Wh-what’s your name?” she asked.
“If I tell you, you can never tell anyone else. Not even another angel,” Gabriel said and when she nodded he smiled at her and said, “Gabriel.”
“Gabriel,” she breathed out. “Why?” she asked curiously. She wouldn’t have thought that one mother and baby would be worth the attention of the mighty Gabriel after all. Even if she had ever considered that an angel would actually come save her she would have figured on someone lower on the totem pole.
“Because I loved him once,” Gabriel whispered wistfully gazing at the baby in his arms.
second check in
2. How confident are you of making the May 15 deadline? It's already finished
3. What sort of difficulties (if any) are you encountering in writing the story? No difficulties
4. Why is a blackboard? Because life is a game
5. If a bullet is fired nowhere near a queer female character and there are no cameras to see it, what happens? She dies of course. Everyone knows the lesbian always dies in tv because people are jerks.
Here's my snippet from chapter 2
Gabriel realized just how difficult it was to land correctly when wielding that much power. A simple travel through time was cake, but deleting everything that came after that point along the way was a lot more difficult. In the end, he was almost too late. He arrived in Sam’s nursery just in time to the cut open on Mary’s abdomen as she was halfway up the wall. He wasted no time in revealing himself behind Azazel and placed a hand on his head, burning him out. His meatsuit had already been dead so it didn’t matter too much.
While he released his power to kill Azazel the lights in the room burst and the shadows of his six large wings flashed on the wall behind him and Mary’s eyes went wide as she fell to the floor. Once the demon had been neutralized he went to Mary’s side and placed his hands over her stomach as a blue light glowed from them and her wound healed. Once she was settled, and just watching him in wonder, he swept over to the crib and picked up the fussy baby. “It’s okay Samshine. I’ve got you. You’re safe now,” he cooed at him as he bounced the baby in his arms.
Mary finally managed to collect herself. “You’re an angel,” she whispered in awe.
“Archangel actually,” Gabriel said with a shrug.
“Wh-what’s your name?” she asked.
“If I tell you, you can never tell anyone else. Not even another angel,” Gabriel said and when she nodded he smiled at her and said, “Gabriel.”
“Gabriel,” she breathed out. “Why?” she asked curiously. She wouldn’t have thought that one mother and baby would be worth the attention of the mighty Gabriel after all. Even if she had ever considered that an angel would actually come save her she would have figured on someone lower on the totem pole.
“Because I loved him once,” Gabriel whispered wistfully gazing at the baby in his arms.