So, yeah. Um, this isn't done, it's only about two pages, but I wanted to get it out there. Thank you Rachel for being awesome and helping me with it, I love you, my dear. Uh, it's not bandom, but it is slash, so.

Also, it is set in a psych ward, and there are instances of non-graphic self-harm and implied past suicide. So, if you're not ( Read more... )

So, I would normally say that this is in no way based on real people or events. ... Except for the part where this one? Kind of is. Sorry guys. I am unimaginable levels of creep and fail. P.S. My characterization fails, which is kind of ridiculous, especially because of the part where these people are actually my friends.
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 The stars hang close and the air dangles warm, fingers tangled together on the first night of summer. The sun has gone, leaving them alone, with only the street light down the block and the bulb on behind them for company. The fireflies light up every few minutes, little golden wishes stranded in the air. Their fingers are intertwined and the only ( Read more... )

 I wrote this the other day and I like it: it's cute and short and sort of lovely ( Read more... )

 She keeps her head down, walks fast, takes loops around dark alleys and looks at no one. Everything is so silent, a stark contrast to the city of a few months ago, alive, bright and full of people. She rounds the corner, pulling the edges of her jacket in toward her body, and, suddenly, the whole street is illuminated in red, bathing the houses ( Read more... )

What is with my weird preoccupation with the apocalypse? I have an apocalypse!fic in the works (just a story, not actual fic) and I just wrote this after yelling at my friend to give me a noun, a color and a verb (drums, chartreuse and to dance).

The world was ending and the only clue was the thundering rain that pounded against the ground, the ( Read more... )