Thank you! And yes - I'd be honoured to have it archived. *is chuffed*
Nice site - although for some reason I had problems reading the stories - it wouldn't let me scroll all the way down to the end. I'm not sure why - am techno idiot. :)
Still, she's never liked this part. She wonders why it can't be like the movies, where you can skip the dull stuff, the ordinary stuff, and just cut to the chase. And then fade out on the heroine's kiss. She hates standing here, fiddling awkwardly with bits of silk and lace, while Velma watches. Velma likes it; she leans like fluid, like oil, spreading herself over the nightstand like her bones are elastic. She drains a glass of whiskey and looks at Roxie until Roxie has shuffled under the covers. And it's only at that point that she puts the glass down and comes over.
That feels so true, that whole bit just...well, it seems right.
She's slept so much she can't be tired, but sleep is pulling at her again. She turns and rubs her face into the flattened pillow, sighs. Behind the orange of her eyelids, the lights are bright, brighter than ever before.
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Would you let me archive it at http://queer.glimmering-illusions.net ?
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Nice site - although for some reason I had problems reading the stories - it wouldn't let me scroll all the way down to the end. I'm not sure why - am techno idiot. :)
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That feels so true, that whole bit just...well, it seems right.
She's slept so much she can't be tired, but sleep is pulling at her again. She turns and rubs her face into the flattened pillow, sighs. Behind the orange of her eyelids, the lights are bright, brighter than ever before.
Love the descriptions there.
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