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PEER PRESSURE!!!
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[05 Nov 2004|02:09pm] |
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Past the 10,000 mark. (waaa. I'm still behind my word count aim!) I'm posting my next bit. Go me. Or something. Shorter than the other bit. Promise. Although, if you were going to read this bit you'd better read that first. Unless you're aiming for confusion.
Also, I'm trying to insert too much...erm, knowledge? into this. Ah well.
( The One With Prietesses and Emissaries. Oh My. )
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[01 Nov 2004|02:56am] |
So...this sort-of-plot? Came to me at 11.45pm. And this could still lead to two differant plots at this point.
Also, Heroine remains nameless. It's not really bugging me though. I know as soon as she introduces herself to someone else I'll know her name too. All I know at this point is that it's a really stupid name and she hates it and never goes by the full version. So...yeah...
( The first kinda chapter of the story with no name )
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[30 Oct 2004|07:03pm] |
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( Word of the Week: Erotica (heh heh.) )
In other writing news: omg I have no plot.
I had one this afternoon and now it's gone poof! Today I've had three brilliant 'OMG THAT'S IT!!' plots. And now they've all turned more into flaws. Blah.
At this point the only thing that is staying constant is that it's in Jaiya. Thank the Goddess for me having a fully fuctional fantasy world I can set random things in, eh?
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| NaNo. Waa! |
[27 Oct 2004|06:02pm] |
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( *flail* )
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| From the Beginning |
[13 Oct 2004|01:24pm] |
I’ve seen you before now, you know. Yes, I’ve been watching you.
Oh don’t look so shocked. Such an innocent face He’s given you. The surprise makes those blue eyes bright. It almost makes you look intelligent, my love.
Are you intelligent? Of course you’re not. It would be so foolish of Him to make you as intelligent as me. He makes mistakes- yes, he does- but He does seem to learn from them. Look at you! You’re a pristine creation! Do they even allow you to get dirty? Do you climb the trees to the very top to look out over the Garden like I used to do? Do you run with the wolf pack until the air burns your lungs and your feet bleed raw like I used to do? No. Of course not. You have no desire to do such things. No desire to be like me.
Why I’m in your beautiful perfect Garden? (You ask it with such an innocent stammer.) Well, this was my Garden long before it was yours, little girl. I belonged to this place more surely than you ever will. I was this place. Unlike your fool of a husband who thinks he conquers the Garden, I know better. No one controls the Garden. She is as free and untamed as I am. It’s just hidden under her skin.
You ask my name? Why? Why do you bother? You know who I am already. You’ve known it since the moment you saw me. Because you and I are joined in a way. No, not like the way you’re joined to your husband. It’s different.
And you could be like me. You know you want to. I can see the longing in your eyes. You can climb with me. You can run with him. I’m stronger than Him, you see. Made from the dirt like your husband. Made from the very earth of creation and unstoppable. A dangerous creature they discovered: a woman who did not submit when told to. I am made of the same earth. And you; Pulled from his rib.
Oh, my sister. Come with me. Be free! Forsake the Garden as your God has forsaken me.
Here. Take it. It’s fruit, it doesn’t bite.
Yes, Eve, it is forbidden. And I promise you’ve never tasted anything as sweet.
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[11 Oct 2004|06:32am] |
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The house was still dark and Diantha guessed it couldn’t be too long before dawn. She made her way down the hall quietly, brushing her damp eyes with a careless hand.
She found her way easily to Ophelia’s room and pushed the door open silently and slipped inside. She didn’t come in here often anymore, at least not when Ophelia was awake. It didn’t seem right to enter there. It was the room of a teenage girl now, after all.
She moved to walk toward the bed but paused. Ophelia’s breath was heavy; she was deep in sleep. Diantha stood at the end of the bed watching her daughter’s face. She was beautiful. Was she? Or was this one of those mother things? Sleeping Ophelia was the most beautiful creature Diantha had ever seen. And she wanted to wake Ophelia, brush her cheek, smile at her, but wasn’t sure why.
She sighed in the darkness and walked over to the side of the bed and leant to lay a kiss on Ophelia’s cheek. “Sleep well, my beauty,” she told her quietly before creeping back out of the room.
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[10 Oct 2004|07:05am] |
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She cannot abide the light.
She tells him that it burns her eyes and so he lets her keep the lights off. He lets their house remain in darkness. He doesn’t mind it much. Anything to make her happy. Not that she seems happy, even in the darkness she asked for.
He sees her moving, a silent wraith in that place. He always noticed her silence. She walks around that house like someone well used to it being quite. Someone who’s made themselves that way so long that now it’s natural.
Sometimes he wakes in the middle of the night and he hears her crying. She locks her self in the bathroom and he lies in bed listening to the helpless sounds she makes. He doesn’t dare go to her, because he knows she’d hate that. She thinks her tears are weak. She doesn’t let herself cry unless it’s the dead of night and he’s asleep.
So he lies there and listens to her cry.
She makes him feel helpless.
Soon enough she slips back into their bed- he pretends to sleep- and pulls the blankets over her. She’s tiny, he observes, so delicate and small and he wants to protect her.
Sunlight slips over the horizon and she draws away from it in her sleep.
She cannot abide the light.
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[30 Sep 2004|01:26am] |
Keiron/Eliza are the most angsty pirate chicks ever. Found this on my computer. Written while I was in Ireland with Nikki, half by her and half by me
( Last Dance )
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| A Siren's Lament |
[25 Sep 2004|02:56am] |
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The night is late and a cool breeze wafts through my temple. Walking away from the animals that lounge by my feet, I stand between the pillared doors and gaze out across the black ocean. The starry sky and swelling moon fall upon the pillars and cast soft shadows about me. The breeze catches my dark curls and they fall down my back. The world is almost silent from here and I search the dark, glass sea below. You could be anywhere out there, my love. I know you must still live. Nothing from the Gods could destroy you. Your Lady Athena watches over you.
And so, of course, do I. On the cool night air I send you my spell.
Odysseus. Be safe. Let the winds carry you home to your waiting bride. Forget me. Let my island by a bittersweet memory.
I look down. You are rushing back to Ithaca and your sweetest Penelope. But what of me? Am I to be forgotten by you, love? When you reach your wife's arms will you never again think of mine?
A golden lion wanders to stand by my side and I look down at it. Its watchful eyes meet mine. In my head I can hear it's silent voice. Goddess, you are not alone.
I smile at the noble creature and nod before looking back out to sea. Unconsciously a hand drifts to my lightly swelling stomach. The child within me grows more each day. I can feel the power she will have one day. Her waiting magicks engulf me. Did you know I was with child when you left? It doesn't matter.
As I turn from the doorway a gust of wind rushes past me, and on it a voice. Your voice.
Circe.
With a small smile I turn back to the ocean and my heart swells. Somewhere you sit on a raft and my name echoes from your lips. Closing my eyes I smile.
Return to your wife. I know that always part of you will be mine.
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