Where/when are you most yourself?

The essence of the Magician is the belief that one's Will will bring about Change.He wakes out of dreams of blood and endless desert and a storm of gold and silver sand and also of very tiny frogs, which, what the hell was that about? It's light out, a little, so it's probably early in the day, or maybe afternoon ( Read more... )

Write about something you know by heart."You always say you don't dance," Draco says as they step two three four in slow circles ( Read more... )

IOUBreath is fire ( Read more... )

The hamsters bustled around the legs poking out from the roundel, chattering at each other in their alien language, dragging wires and components there, deftly cutting and threading wires. Around them, lights dimmed and brightened in simple semaphore, guiding them to problems to be fixed, which they did as quickly and deftly as they could in ( Read more... )

Friday.Friday is February twelfth and as they always do (four years is long enough for always) they take three days to themselves: their anniversary, the middle day, and Valentine's day. (The middle day really needs a name. Ersaryvale, perhaps. No? No ( Read more... )

Write about a memorable family meal. (Set January 14th 2010)"So why do they fly kites?" Draco asked, leaning back against Mike on the lounger, sated, watching colourful shapes dance above them on a domed viewscreen so large it formed the entire room ( Read more... )

Write about something old, something new, or something borrowed. (Set late December 2009)

Before the world, there was fire. It existed in that eternity that is both before and after Time, inside and outside Space. It neither created nor destroyed. It did not flux, or wither, or change its state in any way. It simply was, as all things were, ( Read more... )

[For Draco, directly following this.]

Dropping a paper with a prominent article on Proposition X -- BREEDING BABY BOMBS BANNED! screams the harebrained headline -- in front of Draco on his way past, Mike storms off into the depths of Fred, trailing psychic fire. Clangs and crashes follow as he sets about 'fixing' things in the tertiary control