My Inner Critic

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My Inner Critic

My inner critic invites you to tag along on a journey through the deepest, darkest realms of bad fiction, as epitomized in the fanfictional beginnings of the now bestselling series 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. In other words, I am doing a through and critical reading of 'Master of the Universe' by Snowqueens Icedragon. Be warned: Kinky fuckery lies ahead (admittedly most of it is being censored, what with genitalia being vaguely alluded to as 'way down there', or simply just 'there'.) Nevertheless, twelve-year-olds, consider yourselves warned.

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  • Look Jake, now’s not a good time.” I glance anxiously over at Edward who’s watching me intently, his face impassive. I turn my back to him.
    “Where are you? Rose is being so evasive,” he whines.
    “I’m in Seattle.”
    “What are you doing in Seattle? Are you with him?”
    “Jake, I’ll call you later. I can’t talk to you now.

    Oh, so you do realize that this is not a good time to take a personal phone call? The question that begs to be asked is, ‘Why the hell did you pick up the phone in the first place?!’. 

    Notice that Bella’s more concerned about what Edward will think about her talking to one of her male friends, than she is about what Edward’s mother will think of her for picking up the phone during their introduction. 

    Tagged: Who does this? What is wrong with these characters? i'm speechless Bad writing E. L. James Fifty Shades of Grey Master of the Universe

    Posted on June 30, 2012 with 2 notes

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