writing stuffage. and other things.
You know those dreams that you just slip into and end up so real that you actually think they're happening and you don't know that they're dreams? I had one of them last night. Weirdest shit I've come across. Here are some points on the last part, which was the most vivid.
1.) I was pregnant. Pregnant on the brink of graduation. How and by who? Hurr.
2.) I was in some plaza in a city while it was snowing, crouched at the foot of the status with friends, watching the snow fall, smoking.
3.) I was leaning against a good friend's shoulder, telling her that even if it was going to fuck up my life, I wanted to keep the baby.
...Yep. Fucking bizarre, is all. Woke up and actually had to feel my stomach and wonder.
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Here's the link to the most recent posts I've made to my fic journal... they're both featuring two original short stories that I threw together earlier this sem. Creative Writing class. Go figure.
Intermissions and Blank Bullets, English Tea, Irony & Nostalgia
Descriptions, background and other randomness pertaining to the pieces are on the posts themselves. Note that the second story's f-locked, so you'll have to friend stitchedophelia to be able to read it.
This was cross-posted to all the usual places, so I apologize if I'm flooding your flist. x_X
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Still haven't decided on what to do for NaNo. THE CLOCK IS TICKING.
...Now I better go work on my entry for the Gaiman contest. I spent the whole day Persona 3-ing, so I suppose my mind's clear enough to do some butchering.
1.) I was pregnant. Pregnant on the brink of graduation. How and by who? Hurr.
2.) I was in some plaza in a city while it was snowing, crouched at the foot of the status with friends, watching the snow fall, smoking.
3.) I was leaning against a good friend's shoulder, telling her that even if it was going to fuck up my life, I wanted to keep the baby.
...Yep. Fucking bizarre, is all. Woke up and actually had to feel my stomach and wonder.
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Here's the link to the most recent posts I've made to my fic journal... they're both featuring two original short stories that I threw together earlier this sem. Creative Writing class. Go figure.
Intermissions and Blank Bullets, English Tea, Irony & Nostalgia
Descriptions, background and other randomness pertaining to the pieces are on the posts themselves. Note that the second story's f-locked, so you'll have to friend stitchedophelia to be able to read it.
This was cross-posted to all the usual places, so I apologize if I'm flooding your flist. x_X
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Still haven't decided on what to do for NaNo. THE CLOCK IS TICKING.
...Now I better go work on my entry for the Gaiman contest. I spent the whole day Persona 3-ing, so I suppose my mind's clear enough to do some butchering.