I've been a little ADD and started writing a bit here and there.

It turns out I'm writing for like five stories at once since not one can hold my attention for too long before I'm off and running to the next one. I'm totally whoring myself out to each of them. Ha ha.

Nothing's finished though.

Just a lookie see for anyone who cares to do so.

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Working on a Code Geass story.

Not finished yet, but I'm still thinking of ideas. This is a pretty dark piece and I'm still rearranging portions around. I'm also working on a companion piece (sort of) with Kallen and Suzaku.

Pairing: Shirley/Lelouch
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: working toward R

( He tasted the falling rain along with her grief )

Ok, I lied (just a bit).

For anyone who cares to read, I'm simultaneously writing two chapters of Identifiable. They're getting longer as I go along.

Here are portions of what I've got so far.

Chapter 6
(Draco-centered)

( He couldn't even feel annoyance )

I just wrote a huge draft of what was going on lately. And it somehow got erased. I don't know how. Butterfingers, or something like that.

A recap of sorts:  School is kicking the crap of me. Literally.

Here's why:

-8:30 a.m. class. I want to live through it. I like it. I laugh in it. I'm going after administrators like a vulture on corpses. Yes, I ( Read more... )

Hermione Granger walked down one of many barren hallways, colder in the autumn breeze than she liked and with the added solitude of the longer nights doused in shadow.

She felt heavier even though she ate less in those days.

A right turn and nothing to worry about.

Her hands dug into her coat pockets. She wandered aimlessly down the maze ( Read more... )

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It was long before the war that Hermione Granger learned that academic work was the best distraction for whatever ailed the soul. Before even setting foot in Hogwarts, School of Magical Arts for Wizards and Witches (she’d memorized the entire formal title once she’d received her admission letter) books had made their way into her heart ( Read more... )

Truth be told (and he would never tell), it scared him how well she fit into the role of disillusioned girl.

Woman.

Female.

Whatever she was at the moment.

Like her one missing teammate and the other who chased him, she was stuck somewhere between extremes, unable to pick one for the sake of picking. She was left to wait for that ( Read more... )

His memory was a funny, fickle thing.

Everything considered, it might just have been the most normal thing to happen to him.

Harry Potter didn’t quite remember the details of the last battle with Voldemort, even though he had fought for his life in the last instances of that dark wizard’s existence. It should have been more dramatic in his ( Read more... )

 Sometimes when I look through her bag (though I admit it’s Shippo’s fault that I’ve discovered pocky), she had strange reading material. Her books of a future tell of distant places - planets they call them, too far for anyone to actually step foot on and difficult to see with ordinary eyes.

And then there are those things; magazines, she ( Read more... )