an old one wasting away on my computer. a small one. tiny.

so i, i won't be the one
be the one to leave this in pieces
and you, you will be alone
alone with all your secrets
and regrets

- "in pieces" by linkin park

( He came back in pieces that were scattered somewhere he couldn't find. )

haha, i wrote this for my writer's craft exam. the question asked us to incorporate ten out of sixteen literary devices in an original piece of fiction inspired by one of a few six-word memoirs given. i chose: "i still make coffee for two."

It wasn’t until Andriy got up to lock the door that it finally hit him: Ricky is leaving.

( I'm leaving. )

Har har har, many thanks to The Fray and their song "Say When." I found it very ~inspirational~.

It never stops until we give in.

( Ricky always knew that Andriy was calm and collected, and made of poise and class. )

Damien Rice is a king. I'm telling you!

It's not that we're scared: it's just that it's delicate.

( My hands were shaking as I traced her cheekbones. )

Just a tiny one (181). My second time trying GK fic (I'm still working on the first attempt). Sorry this is shit. ALL THE GK FICS I'VE READ ARE AMAZING.

Time let me play and be

( Nate's lips tugged upwards and he slowly broke into a smile. )

For the loveliest and one year older, pippopippo. A(nother) birthday gift. ♥

76 for someone else.

( Ricky watches Andriy change. )

for rebelstrike21 as a thank you. and just because.

( stuck in a rut they say, but that's not true. )

Thanks to: Maroon 5, Brand New and Damien Rice. Won't Go Home Without You, Okay I Believe You But Tommy Gun Don't, and Animals Were Gone are scattered throughout this story. An extra thanks to Brand New. They gave me the title of the fic (or rather I took it from them). And to my beta, rebelstrike21 who is my grammar queen.

This is ultimately dedicated to wonderkid ( Read more... )

I'm Canadian. I say colourful.

You don't give a fucking shit for any of them. Maybe except Mrs. Weasley. She makes you big breakfasts and makes the best tea you've ever had, better than the ones you've tasted at your mother's high class, ridiculously overpriced tea parties. (And maybe because she's been more of a mother to you in three days than ( Read more... )

my first hockey slash fic. ever. and b is terrified.

( He blinks and opens his eyes wide, deer eyes looking just, you know, generally around. )