Today

The sky over her head is turning that light blue, and soon it will be Proper Time again. That is, time when Things Must Be Done, and pretty soon Merón needs to get up, but...

Prairie grass waves its long tails overhead, framing the sky. Bumps in the ground push into her back, and she...is. Not guilty, nor grieving, just is"Am I a terrible ( Read more... )

Fabulous

One day in her thirties, Merón wakes up and is like, I am fabulous, and lo, for it is true.

She has things her way. Life is simultaneously completely batshit insane and totally normal. For instance: right now there are lizard-things passed out in her hallway, last night the living room looked like some sort of Glitter Beast exploded in ( Read more... )

A few words on America

Some days he feels like he has multiple personality disorder.

It probably comes with being a Nation. He's never talked to anyone about it, because...well, it's personal. And the other Nations---

They always like to complain about America the Isolationist, America doesn't pay attention to Europe, blah blah. Except that's kind of ( Read more... )

Pssh. I dunno. Now that I know where I want to go, I realize I don't have enough experience to write it properly.

Oh well. The following was written this morning, starting at about 7 am, finishing at 8:05 or so.
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( Kitchen Talk )

Something from  this year's black notebook #1, which means approximately before March and after December. Ladies and Gentlemen, here is the first of a series of: From the Mind of Merón!

(...crickets)

Aanyway. Short and to the point, here you go.

( [mornings] )

Finally got this to a place I could post it. If you're curious, yes, the Library is the same one Darla works at.

Part One, Chapter Three

( [arachnae] )

Spur-of-the-moment thing.

[hair]

He lets her play with his hair. She twists it into loose braids[she's not quite sure what a plait is and how they're different], twists his curls around her fingers, puts in about seventy ponytails. Because she's never done this before, and he doesn't mind. Her hands are so, so gentle, and he's doesn't really let ( Read more... )

Here we go, yo. Written May Fifteenth, 2009. Warnings for weird tense-switchings, semicoherent explanations, and, um, Merón. And Renai, but not too much.

Chapter Five
( [renai] )

Rissa's turn, everyone. 'njoy.

( [Rissa] )

...except not really. See, kids, sometimes I get some prompt stuck in my head, and then I write it. Today's is the most sparkliest happiest funnest prompt of all, namely: rape.

I don't pick 'em, they pick me. So here y'go, the female characters of the main nine and their responses to/on the subject of rape.

( Let's start with Arachnae )