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- Preferred Character Gender
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- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern Fantasy, Animal based, Scifi, Modern, Horror, Comedy, Slice of life.
Roles:
Daisy Barry (Princess Of The Teacup)
Elizabeth Tanner (Disgruntled Goat)
Setting:
Wholesale Decorating Company
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She was having a really horrible day. Like drastically horrible. First she'd woken up super late and had to hold back tears as her boss yelled at her when she walked in three hours late. She really hated pissing off her boss, because the woman would stay upset for hours and give dirty looks whenever she saw Daisy. As if she'd never been late before. Hmph. But her bad day didn't stop with being late. Apparently, Marcy Greene birthday was today and since she was the oldest person still physically at the company, everyone was supposed to bring a present and Daisy had totally spaced. So not only did she have to cower under the harsh unforgiving stare of her boss, but she had to listen to her other coworkers celebrating and eating cake, while she couldn't join in because she didn't want anyone to know that she didn't have a present. And the icing on the cake--no pun intended--? She'd spilled her iced coffee all over her new white slacks, so it looked like she either fell in the mud or had an unfortunate accident. Could her day get any worse?
Daisy Barry (Princess Of The Teacup)
Elizabeth Tanner (Disgruntled Goat)
Setting:
Wholesale Decorating Company
* * *
She was having a really horrible day. Like drastically horrible. First she'd woken up super late and had to hold back tears as her boss yelled at her when she walked in three hours late. She really hated pissing off her boss, because the woman would stay upset for hours and give dirty looks whenever she saw Daisy. As if she'd never been late before. Hmph. But her bad day didn't stop with being late. Apparently, Marcy Greene birthday was today and since she was the oldest person still physically at the company, everyone was supposed to bring a present and Daisy had totally spaced. So not only did she have to cower under the harsh unforgiving stare of her boss, but she had to listen to her other coworkers celebrating and eating cake, while she couldn't join in because she didn't want anyone to know that she didn't have a present. And the icing on the cake--no pun intended--? She'd spilled her iced coffee all over her new white slacks, so it looked like she either fell in the mud or had an unfortunate accident. Could her day get any worse?