Ok.. well... the words were already written when I posted last, but I figured an excerpt of my horribly craptacular writting ability was in order...

This is from Chapter 2, (Skittles). I'm not quite sure how it works into the plot, of if it ever will, but its kind of memorable.

He reached into his pocket and fumbled around trying to find something. He wasn't quite sure what he was looking for, but he figured anything would do better then what he had right now, which was absolutely nothing. Coins. Empty gum wrappers. A piece of paper with the address of some business in some city far, far away. Hard Candy, but not skittles. A tiny, bite sized rubber ducky. A key to an old ford pickup that hasn't run in several years.



Unable to find what he was looking for, he pulled out his rubber ducky, and held it close. The little duck was afraid of the water, and Marius was afraid for the duck. Marius didn't know why the duck was afraid of water, after all, most rubber duckies love water, thats why they're rubber. At least, thats what he believed. But, if he was to know the truth that the duck did, he might not be so afraid. After all, this little rubber duck wasn't the average rubber duck. No, this rubber duck was special, for it if it was to get wet, it would start multiplying like rabbits in heat. At least, thats what the rubber ducky believed. He was never brave enough to get wet. Anytime clouds were in the air, or he heard the ever so slight dripping sound of water, or the splash of a wave, he would hide, or try to. This usually involved in Marius going quite insane, and running to hide in a covered corner, whispering to the duck.

And there you go.

It doesn't fit anywhere into the story (yet), and was sort of the result of a dare, and might be changed slightly to say multiple like gremlins or something, but I'm not sure just yet.

Now... I must write... I'm waaaay behing.

--nullpuppy(out)