Why can't I write when I'm happy ( Read more... )

Title: Frozen
Rating: G
Word Count: 100

( He hates the rain. )

Title: She
Rating: PG
Word Count: 195
Summary: She's beautiful.
A/N: written tonight, un-beta'ed. Please forgive me.

She

She’s beautiful like the morning sun on a perfectly still lake, like the fluttering wings of a brightly decorated butterfly, like the perfect curve of a rose not yet marred by the elements. She’s beautiful like everything pure that ( Read more... )

I was looking through my shortest stories and came up with this gem. Or not. It kind of creeps me out, and I don't really remember what I was thinking when I wrote it in March.

Prize

The black eyelashes that frame his eyes take away from the harshness that could have been present in his features. The sigh that issues from his mouth places a child- ( Read more... )

I have quite possibly three minutes until the hoards of people swarm my house and force hostess duties on me. Not that I have skills in that area. I'm more of a don't-touch-me-I-don't-like-you person. So this is going to be interesting.

Here's a story. Because I don't really have time to post anything else, and I want to post something.

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The Hymnal

There is blood on the hymnal. The crimson stain seeps through the crisp new pages and pools in the palm of my hand. I glance around at the rest of the congregation. They are singing. They don’t notice. They can’t see, and don’t care to. The lives of the slaughtered heathens was a necessary expense for the betterment of the church. The ( Read more... )