Apologies for so many posts in so little time.

Yesterday tailoredshirt wasn't having the greatest day, and so I wrote her original femslash, since she's been pestering me to write femslash for a few weeks now. And this is the result.

( absence makes the heart. that's it: absence makes the heart )

You guys, it is hot out. It's going to be 33 degrees Celsius but feel like 40 with the humidity (this city has a range of 80 degrees between the summer and winter, how ridiculous is that?); for all you Fahrenheit people out there, that's...about 91 but feels like 104. So. HOT ( Read more... )

Still
8000 words

I started writing this story maybe a year and a half ago, for tailoredshirt's birthday (it's in March, for the record). It then became a belated birthday present, then a Christmas present, then a birthday present for this year - but now it's finally done. K, I hope you like it. Apologies that it took this long ( Read more... )

So currently I am sitting in the library and alternating taking notes from ancient texts for my Ancient History assignment with reading some Panic porn. This makes me feel vaguely guilty, like the library is a sacred place. Or maybe I'm just worried that I'm going to have some seriously messed up dreams tonight that artfully blends Cicero, Plutarch ( Read more... )

Alright, so two posts in one day is a little excessive for my tastes, but I'm trying to keep up with this writing assignment of mine. Feel free to skip over if it's entirely uninteresting to you - I'll understand.

Step 1 - write character snippets. Um, I only did this for the girl who gets the eating disorder, writing about a few facets of her ( Read more... )

So there's a short story competition I might enter, with the only prompt being "light." Thoughts? Ideas? Directions to head in? I hate those bloody vague prompts, I really do ( Read more... )

It has suddenly decided to get hot again. We were getting cold days, the kind of weather I love - finally autumn - and then suddenly, yesterday, it was 32°C (so 89°F, I think? or thereabouts?) and I had soccer tryouts. I was somewhat unimpressed ( Read more... )

Very, very rarely, I actually sit down and writing something. Even rarer than that is when I actually like something I've written. This is one of those incredibly rare occasions. I'd love to see what you guys think of this, so if you have a second to read 500 words and give me your opinions, that'd be awesome.

( it makes me think of your smile, just how easy it is )

I’m having the oddest homesickness lately. I’m missing summer, not as they would be now if I was back home, but how they once were. Nostalgia, I suppose you could call it. The long days spent at the park down the street, having crab-apple fights that always finished in tears. We ended up at the wading pool, bright blue paint, blinding in the ( Read more... )

Remind me not to read YouTube comments, okay? I don't know why I do it, honest I don't, but it's still just painful. ("omg, bden sounds so americann!" NO SHIT! People were saying this after the concert, too, about the Cobras and Panic and TAI..., and I nearly snapped at them. Why does stuff like this bother me so much?)

( Have a couple xkcd comics that illustrate this point. )