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LJ Idol Three Strikes Edition - Kuchisabishii - Week 5
Janie sighed and took her hair down from the ponytail she typically wore. She closed the lid of her laptop, taking a moment of joy in the collection of stickers she had spangled across it, before considering again the videoconference she just finished and searching the room with her eyes for a hairbrush ( Read more... ) -
LJ Idol Three Strikes Edition - Week 4 - The axe forgets; the tree remembers
“What you failed to see Adara, is that ‘as the twig is bent, so grows the tree ( Read more... ) -
LJ Idol - Three Strikes Edition - Week 2 - What Really Matters
Adara Ellis lifted her head from her hands, looked around the laboratory, sighed mightily and lowered her face back toward her hands. She could not win for losing today, and she was pretty sure that she was about to start crying. She had to figure out how to shake herself out of her funk. She was so close to a final solution and she didn’t want ( Read more... ) -
LJ Idol - Three Strikes Edition - Week 1 - Black Rainbow
Lunchtime is lonely by choice. Kas could probably find a colleague to eat with most days, but her work is a lot of talking to people, and talking them through very tangled problems. So it’s nice to escape to the solitude of her car with it’s heated seat and maybe some kind of healthy drive through window and some NPR or a podcast for a little bit ( Read more... ) -
Hello, is this thing still on?
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LJ Idol - Week 24 - Intersection - "I’m the Usain Bolt of Running from My Problems"
Humans were still idiots. As a race, they always had been. Crystalyne Regina hated that she’d had the bad luck to be born one of them. The fae had much more healthy and realistic perspectives, and on the whole were a lot more interesting. There was so very much in the universe that her fellow humans were always overlooking in favor of their own ( Read more... ) -
LJ Idol - Week 23 - Intersection - "If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn"
Carrie sat in the sand and listened to the surf. The sun had set behind her ten minutes ago. Her surf board was close by her feet. Her son was bodysurfing in the last of the reflected sunset light. It had been a very long week. She picked up the beer beside her and took a sip ( Read more... )
