It's that meme again. Post snippets of your Works in Progress on your journal. Stolen from sacae and qieru.

Edit: 13 December 09. Ok, so I cussed you out LJ and you bit me back hard. I shall try again. LJ deleted the half of this entry with my original fiction WIPs, and I'm too lazy to type it all up again.

( vampire knight; zero/maria + 2 kaname/yuuki )

 
( yellow would-be-white roses )

She is old, and in this garden set aside from the world and time, this garden that is everywhere and nowhere, she can hear the sighing of the wind, the moan and creak of the branches bending beneath it-they do not break.

She opens her arms to the coming breeze, looking skyward, knowing it will come soon.

And as it blows through her, she ( Read more... )

iii.

Time is something forever marching onward.  It may slow and race, but it never stops.  Time places its mark, and I know that these few encounters will only and ever occur once.  They are gone forever in their passing.  That is why I feel we could never stay this way forever.

“You’ve changed,” he says.

“Really?  I,” she collects ( Read more... )

At least, that’s what she tells him.  Not that he would know.

“Aidan, what is it like, being mortal?”

He loves the way she says his name.  The way her mouth moves when she says it, the inflection she uses.  The way her voice falls and rises with the syllables, “Ehh-din;” she doesn’t say his name like anyone else.  The syllables long and ( Read more... )

Drabbles from a Post-Midnight World.  Which means we're still lingering on Aidan and his horrible luck in love.  Lol.  It's rather interesting to write from his point of view.  And I swear, this story only lets itself be written when it's late at night.  I'm starting to think that the title "Quiet Midnight World" has nothing to do with the poem, ( Read more... )

i look at you with these eyes
and wish i could hold you with these hands
as the thread unwinds and we keep falling
tell me once more
tell me once more

catalyst: a love that never dies by akikami

his heart is in the tiny hands of a girl who doesnot remember him

he finds it cruel and fitting that se doesn't matter, that she can still be so wise, and yet he ( Read more... )

Okay, so LJ just totally erased most of the journal entry I was typing. :P And I've just seen the HTMLing for this entry and it's flipping crazy. Not pasting from Word again.  And these LJ-cuts are killing me, it's taken me the last half hour to format this.

Anyway, the fanfiction plot bunny has ceased its biting. However, the blasted bunny has left ( Read more... )