Now, I like to think of myself as tolerably badass.  I swear.  I laugh at sexist jokes.  I own the guys at my local arcade (The Scummiest Place On EarthTM) when I play Tekken DR.  I'm better than average at Zone 3, and that actually involves running around and shooting a gun.

Apparently that's all bollocks when it comes to paintball.

I don't ( Read more... )

I just had to help my dad put down two perfectly healthy dogs, just because their stupid owner couldn't find a new home for them.

What's okay about that?

I blew the dust off some old characters (and my dialogue-writing skills) and... This turned up. Of odd friendships and clothes-swapping...

Narcissist

“You’re not going to wear that are you?”

As usual, Tobias was met with criticism when Reth, looking carefully dishevelled, emerged from his bedroom. Reth was the only person Tobias knew who could ( Read more... )

Challenge #112 - blossom

Rosa Chinensis

It blossomed on his chest, like a rose of the finest pedigree spreading crimson petals across his fragile, human skin.

Time slowed for D, but too late; the pistol had already claimed his detective.  Leon fell with agonising slowness.  Forever came and went, and the body hit the ground with a dull ( Read more... )

With any luck, this will make me feel better.  That's what journals are for, right?

How fucking dare she.

I am not some toy to be wound up and used as she wishes.  I am not her backup friend, only turned to as a last resort.  I am not her punching bag.

It's been... over a month now, I guess.  Maybe.  I'm not that sure, the time sort of bleeds ( Read more... )

An original fiction drabble this time, dealing with psychological muteness.  Vague mentions of sex.

Harmonise

She doesn't speak.

Her voice was scared away, and now she can't remember how to coax it back.  Even when he's inside her and the butterflies dance behind her eyes, his melody pierces the air solo; she can't add her own harmony.

She wonders why ( Read more... )

More random fiction, both written perhaps a month ago, and both insatiably wierd in very different ways.   One haunting, one possession.  Both with a "watching" theme.  I'd rate them both R, probably.

adult/child/adultery

There's a tiny girl in the corner, and she watches you through her tears.  She doesn't blame you - you've had a little too much ( Read more... )

Because this journal of mine looks unbelievably sad, it's time to post random fiction - or in the case of this one, not-so-fiction.  It's called "Spectator".

Outside her window the world slowly lightens to a pale monochrome, and she realises she has passed another night without sleep.

The tree just past the window glass doesn't care one bit.  It ( Read more... )

Well, considering I know noone on livejournal, this is just for me~

Most of my brain is full of Shin Petshop of Horrors at the moment... Japanese oral be damned.

Err... I never was any good at journal-ing...