The weight of the future rests heavy on him like water in his bones, the knowledge of what happened despite his best efforts. The knowledge of what could still happen. He stands on the southwest pier sometimes, when he feels like he’s drowning, and watches the water until the peace of it flows into him and he can breathe again ( Read more... )

Well, here's the first part of this year's NaNoWriMo entry. Let's hope it fares better than those of years past.

Today's word count: 2,030. This section clocks in at a little over 1,000.

( meet gabe's parents )

At long last, triskafibble's thoroughly evil timestamp. Stalked: The Next Day. Rodney being all "Ew!" and John being all "Geez," and stuff. Well, it's not the next day. It is, however, the next second, and parts of the next week and month, so maybe that will make up for any disappointment.

( moments (days, months) later.... )

In which Rodney finds something in the kitchen and John is wet.

( hit the ground )

This jumps forward, oh, a fair bit. ( What happens in between )

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( actually goes at the end of the first bit )

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( fungibility )

This is what occurred to me after reading Freedom's Just Another Word For Nothing Left To Lose one too many times. My brain worries me on occasion.

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( He's used to living alone by now, to having no one in his life besides students and colleagues. )

a reaction to too many "chosen one" stories.

( please to see the king )