Oh, Elodie, what have you done???

My lovely CP, Elodie, tagged me in a fun post last week! Since I was travelling and whatnot,  I wasn't able to get to it until now, but the game sounded like fun, so here we are.

ZE RULES:

Search the words “moment,” “forever,” “time,” or the like in your writing, pick your favorite chunk, post on your blog, and tag others!

Well, okay. Let's see what happens when I search "time" in my stress-free WiP, DRAGON FAIL :)

One of the settings in this MS is a tourist attraction called "Questland," which is pretty much an indoor medieval theme park on the oceanfront. This might be one of my favorite random passages from it :P

And, um, I'm gonna tag Zoe, Jen, and Jeannette! And anyone else who wants to keep the meme going!

Enjoy!

Darien totally felt like a loser in these tights. For the past few days, Darien had been a loser ---which was weird, ‘cause usually he was the opposite of that. He was a winner. His whole family was made up of winners.

But then that text from Meg came. That’s all it took to make him a loser: one text. Mark was always a better kisser, anyway. The words were burned into his mind, and he fought to throw his phone for the fiftieth time. Or maybe it was the seventy-seventh. It’s not like he was counting. His fists clenched as he avoided the full-length mirror in front of him.

It had all started with this stupid summer job. If his dad hadn’t forced him to be responsible, he’d still be dating the hottest girl in school. Now all he had was his straight-A average and the quarterback position that would get him a full-ride to the college of his choice next fall. Not terrible, but it’s not like he could make-out with a football. Jim tried that once, and it didn’t end well.

Though mastering the art of making out with a football might’ve been a better way to spend the next few months. He wasn’t even going to do anything cool for the summer. He’d just be some tool in tights welcoming tourists to Questland’s maze.

He gave the full-length mirror an exaggerated bow. Might as well practice his stupid speech. “Take no pictures, use no phones, for here monsters and dragons do roam. Though if you find you need assistance, find the path of least resistance. There a member of our Court is sure to help, but if you raise a false alarm, you’ll be kicked out.” He paused. That didn’t rhyme. He shook his head, continuing. “Now, I beseech you to enter this maze with caution, and hope that your time at Questland is unbelievably awesome.”