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 Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 6:34 pm
Note to y'all: If I could get away with not posting this, I would. I've been feeling out of sorts lately, and tonight I just want to sleep it off. I'm frustrated at the world. This is what comes of it when I don't have anywhere to channel. Ye be warned. wahmbulance
~ #11 - Guardian Angel
I’ve watched them before, and I’ll watch them again. They flurry like snowflakes through the haze of distance. Sometimes they glow. That means they need help. My help, perhaps. I used to swoop to the rescue, my wings ruffled out to the span of a man’s height and everything, because that was my job. And then one day, I didn’t. I don’t know what happened, I don’t know what changed. Not exactly. I guess I just got sick of seeing their pain up close. It’s much easier through the haze.
You can call me selfish, but I guess I just got tired of it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 7:12 pm
It's not bad at all. Sounds like a good premise for a larger story. =D
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 11:02 am
Thanks. =D I still think it's awful, but I guess for the most part it's too short to be terrible. It does remind me a little of a novel I started to work on a couple of years ago that never went anywhere. Maybe that's what I was channelling... dramallama
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 11:35 am
Normally, I'm not big on anything with angels, but I like this idea of an angel waking up one day and just being... apathetic. There are stories of priests losing their faith, so why not angels? (Okay, not the same thing, but still... XD )
I guess it'd depend on how the rest of the story turned out. If it was all about an angel meeting a little cancer girl and rekindling his love of life, I might gag. XD But if it were something more ambiguous and literary, a little philosophical, I think it could be really interesting. ninja
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 4:30 pm
Ew, rekindling love. neutral
I would definitely pursue the philosophical side of things. :3
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 8:16 pm
Once again guys, I have no idea where this really came from in relation to the prompt. Back-story-wise, this is a snippet of characters from a novel of mine called Juno & Diana, which I started last summer but am planning to overhaul sometime soon. I've been getting snippets of inspiration for these guys for a while. I want to write a lesbian romance that isn't just gimmicks; sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. This piece isn't really even romantic, so...
Also, I was attempting to write in the style of Marguerite Duras. I don't know how well it went because this piece is too short to fully achieve her style - and rather than using no names, I use their names often for more clarity. idk. Whatever. Enjoy. XD
~ #12 - Different Ways of Thinking
Juno is cupping the wine glass between her fingers. They are very slender, Diana notices, the nails carefully filed and painted a dusky rose; her skin is pale against the burgundy of the wine. Diana wonders whether Juno has ever sunbathed. The younger woman has freckles on her nose, although they are covered with powder. Diana knows that they are there. Juno is watching Diana watching her. She can feel the older writer’s gaze as her dark eyes scan from the corners of Juno’s lips to her hairline. Juno thinks that Diana must be imagining what she looks like with her hair let down on her shoulders. She thinks that perhaps Diana is even imagining running her fingers through the curls; but Juno is insistent that her hair stays plaited neatly down her back. Diana unconsciously folds her hands on her knees. Juno continues to hold the wine glass. They never talk over dinner, although this is not what Diana is used to. Juno believes that dining should be silent, an experience of wealth and pleasure - not a chance to ‘catch up’. Diana has never known anything other than Catching Up; Jack only ever has things to tell her when she’s eating. Juno takes a sip of her wine, watching intently thought cat-like eyes as the older woman’s pulse shows in her throat.
Diana makes the first move. She puts out her hand.
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Psychotic Maniacal Sanity Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 8:33 pm
Today's post has background in my last NaNoWriMo novel, but the context is a bit complex. I hope you can gather enough of it to understand this short piece. =D
~ #13 - Consequences
Her suit is like moonlight; it folds around her skin perfectly, displaying every inch of her taught body as she bends backwards on the podium. The material is silky, it reflects the lighting above the stage as if this silvery liquid were emanating from within her very being. Her hair is the colour of dusk, a dark and rolling mass that in daylight would be autumn. Persephone watches from beneath as if from through tinted glass. She does not believe that this woman is the one whom she has ever known. There is knowing, she believes now, and then there is knowing. Emmeline looks like a doll, a puppet, only there are no strings - there is only this silver glistening light that comes from the rhinestones on her suit, and the line on which the acrobat is balanced.
As Emmeline begins to dance - if you could call it dancing - in a mythic and mysterious twisting of her entire body, Persephone finds that she can no longer watch. The thought of what is to come leaves the young girl stupefied, able to only imagine the colour of the suit against blood below the podium. Persephone can image the strange, musky scent of Emmeline’s perfume, see vividly behind her eyelids the rose colour of Emmeline’s lips before the lipstick; she cannot bring herself to watch the show.
It is because, she vows, it is because of what will happen. She knows.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 6:31 pm
The imagery in this one feels very decadent. XD Or maybe that's not the right word. I dunno. But it makes me picture a circus, a spectacle, all lights and sound and motion.
The only thing I see that might need more context is the comment about blood. It gives a vague sense of something sinister to come, but not knowing what, I can't get too worried about it. XP
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 2:03 pm
I agree. Persephone doesn't know what she's imagining yet either. :3 It was also weird to write about her in third person. ninja
Edit: I am also up to date with writing, but I've not been online because, uh, beginnings of finals. It's hard enough even trying to be awake in my spare time. XD
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 5:11 pm
Hey guys. Still up to date with the writing, but the stuff written over the last couple of days is on paper, so I need to type it up. I'll get to it soonish. dramallama
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Psychotic Maniacal Sanity Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 2:45 pm
Today President Obama visited UNC to talk about education and interest cuts. He is one cool dude. SWAGGER.
Anyway, still no typed up pieces. Finals, yo. My life is basically over until next Friday. gonk
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 3:19 pm
Okay, I'm typing up some of my prompts now. Prepare for the dump. =D
~ #14 - Gratitude
She can’t believe that he’s just gone and done it
and she finds herself stood with her mouth agape,
lips flapping as if she were a fish.
How does she thank him for such a small thing?
It’s not like he could ever know how it’s lifted
the weight on her heart. Her arms hang
limply by her sides and she’s frozen
until her muscles respond and she smiles.
His face lights up like the top
of the Chrysler Building on a sunny day.
He holds out his hand, lets his fingers brush
against the sleeve of her jacket.
The affirmation is silent, but she feels
it buzzing through her veins like
adrenaline or caffeine
or a hurricane.
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Psychotic Maniacal Sanity Vice Captain
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Psychotic Maniacal Sanity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 3:37 pm
Or maybe not a huge dump. I don't have a lot of time to type stuff up. Guuhh..
Anyway, this piece is kinda meant to be a bit Purple. I wanted to mess with words. #writingfail
~ #15 - Explosion
The little blonde girl with the skinny ankles and gummy bands around her wrists covers her eyes while every hint of what will never will be contorts towards the star-speckled sky. She hears the pop inside her head, and then nothing but cotton wool and pressure like the bottom of the ocean. Then Chaos comes calling, taunting her with the tinkling sound of broken glass and distress. The air smells like November 5th, but instead of fireworks all she can see is crimson behind her eyelids. Studded with shuriken sequins, her whole world falls into the cracks. And all she has to cling to is the rubble beneath her pumps.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 4:34 am
Guys, I am so sorry. I don't even know what happened. I guess the days got away from me, then the weeks, and then it'd been so long since I'd updated I just gave up. Coming back from America last year really messed me up, as did re-settling into my life out here.
But, you know, I graduate in July and I think as part of my Graduation Resolution, I'm going to restart this challenge. I can do this. emotion_dowant emotion_bandaid
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