She places in hair pins to keep it all tidy, arranging it into aesthetic forms, those pleasing to the eyes of others. They always fall out after a few laughs, but she does it anyway. What’s the awkwardness of falling pins to those few moments when you are as beautiful as the rest of them?

She glances into the mirror; something scared and calm is ( Read more... )

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Here be a drabble born of nothing more than being chained in a garage sanding myself a viola and the wind blowing snow and dust into my face and my fingers freezing and my Stevie Nicks CD deciding to skip and drinking way too much tea this morning.

'auction',
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Today you find your every action slowing

and the speech of others strangely slurring;

a narcoleptic urge is quickly growing,

your vision like a bad picture is blurring.

Pinch yourself to try to stay awake

as each blink becomes a tryst with sleep

forbidden for your teacher’s ego sake,

but on you sly temptation creeps…

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Some random flashes and stuff from recently. Haven't been writing too well, though I'm partial to two in here.

The grass moves. I breathe the air, and something of the peaces gives me this calm to write:

Do I wish this?-I stare across a primary succession, the trees, mere saplings, as tall as the grass. I do not know. The page craves the pen, ( Read more... )

Posting a bunch of smaller things I've been doing lately before there's too much of a backlog. Commentary's thin, feel free to ask for more, I've got notes in the notebook. *yawns*

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He wants it as much as any other boy, but he thinks he needs it more. That is the way of childhood…

Lost in comic book dreams, he seldom strays with friends nor runs alone in fields. In every sharp turn he finds injustice, but then finds himself inadequate without a cape and raison d’être.

He is no true dreamer for he does not dream in shades of ( Read more... )

So, with the first two days of the NaNo Gauntlet, I find myself at 5K, with six developed characters and the beginnings of internal strife. They've just left Earth. Maybe I spent too much time there, but it'd be easy enough to trim the dialogue down, Locke has too much fun.... Spent almost 500 words describing them going into my little variation on ( Read more... )

She follows the face but not the words: she’s long since memorized these lectures, but his is a new face to the education war: naïve.

Stupid and pointless and so very mindless

She watches, amused, as the folds of his face crinkled and curled with articulation, here frustration and here anxiety and here annoyance.

Nothing to do but sit all askew
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Time’s a-tick-tick-ticking, the hands are slipping towards the chimes, the seasons of charity are rolling on by.

What’s left to do before the midnight hour, before you’re told au revoir by a home you’ve never known?-formalities, mere, yet-these words all savants must say, you go on one knee and-proposition, you pay for the honor and they make ( Read more... )