its meme time again
totally nicked this from brandi1498 because it just sounds too damned cool. feel free to respond or not. do or not. up to you.
so here's how it goes: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
Feel free to ask about anything and I’ll tell you the premise or copy & paste you a snippet.
1. aedan-bd
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so here's how it goes: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
Feel free to ask about anything and I’ll tell you the premise or copy & paste you a snippet.
1. aedan-bd
2. ( Read more... )
anyhow... #14 is something i've been working on off and on for a while now. one of these days, i'll get it finished and posted, too.
She's only just gotten home from a day at the office where she works as a lawyer. After she leaves work, she goes to the gym and works out in order to keep herself in shape. She always tells her best friend that her boyfriend likes her firm ass and the strength with which her thighs can grip his waist. She's also made a trip through a fast food restaurant drive thru lane because she has a craving for their fries. She does the same thing on the fourth Friday of every month, a treat for being so good the previous four weeks. She always orders the same thing.
I watch her as she eats, slowly savoring each and every bite of the french fried potatoes and the chicken sandwich she picked up on her way home from the gym. A look of such rapture, of such bliss, crosses her face with each mouthful of food that I have to hold myself back. It is like this every time. It is a ritual that she performs every month.
As soon as she finishes eating, she will take a shower to wash the grime of the day from her skin. The shower gel she uses is a soft scent that is neither too floral nor too musky. It is a subtle combination of the two that clings to her sheets, to every single pair of panties, to every bra, to every piece of clothing she owns. Her shampoo has a complimentary scent that wafts ever so gently from her hair.
#17 is, as yet, unfinished. it was supposed to be written as a summer challenge (i think) for a group i'm on. never got it going. i think i have notes somewhere. so there's that. because i don't even remember what the premise was now. and i didn't get very much written on it. ah ha! notes. i was supposed to end up, very much by mistake, as an apprentice to Snape.
It started with the appareance of an owl on my doorstep. I should have known then that something was seriously, seriously wrong. But the thought never occurred to me. All I could do was marvel at the bird as it sat placidly on my mailbox. I'd never been that close to an owl before, so I figured the moment I moved toward it, it would fly away. It didn't. Instead of spreading wings and taking flight, those big eyes followed my progress as I made my way down the walk. Even when I stepped right up to the mailbox, it didn't move.
"Are you hurt, sweetie?" I asked the bird. Yes, I'm one of those people who talks to animals as if they'll answer me back. The owl stared at me for a second, then hooted in response. It flapped its wings a couple of times, lifting up far enough for me to see that there was an envelope in its taloned feet. The envelope looked like it was made of parchment or heavy vellum, with a yellowed color to it. Either expensive or old. I wasn't quite sure. And I wasn't quite sure I wanted to reach for it when it was clutched in those sharp claws.
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bet you didn't think that i was that sick in the head. did you?
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