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| "O, balmy breath, that dost almost persuade
Justice to break her sword!—One more, one more;—
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
And love thee after.—One more, and this the last;
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,
But they are cruel tears: this sorrow's heavenly;
It strikes where it doth love.—She wakes."
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| General FeedbackHave a general comment or question that doesn't really fit somewhere else? Is a link or something about my layout not working properly? Leave your comments and questions here! Tell me whatever you want here! But for quick reference, here are three quick answers for three common questions. 1. Do you need beta readers?I'm always interested in having multiple eyes look at all my papers and stories, but for right now, those I already have as betas are fine enough. I do, however, appreciate careful readings of my nonfiction writing as I will sometimes post drafts rather than finished products to be scrutinized. 2. Would you mind beta reading for me?For right now, no. My life is a little too hectic. I would love to though if I have the time. So, just ask if this answer doesn't change for a long period of time. It's just as it stands right now, I barely have time to write myself! 3. Do you accept challenges/requests?Yes, but only when I really feel up to it or have the time. Just pay attention to the below news and updates information for when I'm ready and waiting for your challenges. News & Updates2008.12.20So, after working myself into an early grave, I finally have the table of contents up and running. I also went through each individual piece and reformatted them to a uniform format that will be used from now on for all future pieces. I have plans to eventually update with pieces that I posted over at my personal journal over here. Those that are a bit risque will be posted with the Adult Content filter on. Sorry to those of you who are under the age of 18, but I don't want to get into any trouble. | |
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| Title: Prologue
Fandom/Original: Original
Pairing(s): N/A
Rating: G
Warning(s): None
Summary: Three groups of people occupy a continent known as Bray. There are the innovative Belenus, the expansive Angra, and the spiritual Peddan. In an attempt to support their people, the Angra have invaded Peddan lands and have begun destroying their forest.
Notes
This was an idea that a friend of mine and I thought up for a RPG a few years ago. However, she quickly was removed from the internet for over a year (again) and well - the RPG never really got off the ground. So, rather than let the idea go to complete waste, I've decided that maybe I'll write some stuff for it. It may not be sequential in my writing of it, but we'll see. I just hate to see this go to waste. (Oh and don't worry, I asked her about it and she said it would be cool to write it. She did do her fair share of thinking up names and such!)
I should note that this is not complete. I'm just out of steam for writing and need a little time to think on where to go next. I'm just too excited about this to keep it to myself. So yeah. Please tell me how I've done so far so I can have an even spiffier version up later. ♥ Shadows of mountains pulled the Danjo forest into darkness faster than it had done the day before. A once mighty forest, the day laborers who finally had gone to rest for the night were slowly tearing it apart to what ends not even they understood. In its glory days, the woods had extended thousands of miles from the northern shore of the continent to the start of the desert in the south. Nestled deep within, Ymuhey stood in plain sight. Homes, shops, temples, and schools had been built inside the trunks of the trees as well as a network of bridges between treetops. It was here the Peddan lived with daemons, creatures spiritually linked to an individual to guide each Peddan throughout life and its many questions. Together, they watched over the forest and its other inhabitants until another people had finally made their way deep enough into the woods to stumble upon this seemingly mythical city. These newcomers were called Angra. The Angra capital of Bynycedia in recent decades had swelled with a booming population. Farmers and settlers that had begun to occupy the Kupe Grasslands were steadily unable to sustain their society. The frozen desert to the south offered no aide, driving the Angra to turn west. After much debate, it was deemed necessary to explore the vastness of the woods and begin clearing it for farmland immediately. They had not expected to find a single soul amongst the trees and animals. The Peddan had been welcoming and respectful and all too trusting. They did not know of their guests’ aggression and need for expansion. By the time the peaceful civilization made the decision to fight back, it was too late. Ymuhey fell to ruins and the Peddan were scattered. Few survived and even fewer escaped to freedom on Lytha, an island a few miles off the eastern shore of the mainland. The forest did not fare much better. Under these captors, the forest spans only a few hundreds of miles, receding from the coastline back to the Jelani River. But it did not suffer silently. For nearly a century, the broken people of the woods had stood by watching the destruction of their homelands in a daze. Some prayed to the Great Mother and Father for help, or at the least guidance, while others merely spent their days waiting for the death rattle. Regardless, every Peddan could feel it in their heart: the brink of destruction or salvation for their whole existence was culminating. But for now, a supper cooked over an open flame on the shore of Lytha was boiling over. - Tags:g, original
- Mood:excited
 - Music:night owl // youko kanno
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| Title: Five More Minutes
Fandom/Original: SID
Pairing(s): Mao/Aki
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Real person fanfiction, implicating homosexuality
Summary: A small reprieve from the facade, the early morning hours are theirs and theirs alone.
Notes
Disclaimer: I own nothing more than the words used here and the idea behind it. Characters belong to their respective owners. ( Five More Minutes ) | |
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| Title: You'll Come Running
Fandom/Original: SID
Pairing(s): Mao/Aki or none
Rating: G
Warning(s): Real person fanfiction, potentially implicating homosexuality
Summary: No matter what happens, he'll always be there when he's needed.
Notes
I had actually intended for this to be much longer and had intended to flesh it out more. But unfortunately, I just hit a block and nothing else wanted to come out. So rather than force out an ending, I'm leaving it in ambiguity. It's up to you what happens after it ends.
Disclaimer: I own nothing more than the words used here and the idea behind it. Characters belong to their respective owners. ( You'll Come Running ) | |
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| Title: Shadow
Fandom/Original: Zelda
Pairing(s): None
Rating: G
Warning(s): None
Summary: See Twilight Princess.
Notes
For ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) pyrrhic_battles.
Because he's Link, come to save the day.
Disclaimer: I own nothing more than the words used here and the idea behind it. Characters belong to their respective owners. ShadowWhen he had first passed--or rather been forcibly torn through--the entryway to this strange new realm. At least, upon first impression it had seemed strange and new. Once the teen had been able to examine his surroundings a little closer for a brief moment, he realized he recognized much of his surroundings as a land next door to his own. But this moment to inspect this world was interrupted by a pulsing pain. Something did not quite feel right from the minute he had passed from light to shadow, but now it was tearing through his every fiber of being. Overwhelmed, he barely caught himself before he hit the ground. He searched around, bleary-eyed, but aware he was not alone. His eyes focused on the source of his pain, but it was not long until he noticed the hands before him were no longer his own. The hot fire that had overcome him was now passing as he realized he could not return to his feet and instead was restricted to four. Not only that, but he had grown an extra appendage. Turning to inspect this new growth, he became dizzy and overwhelmed once more. Everything still was raw and throbbed with pain, so it wasn’t too long until the former boy collapsed. When he would open his eyes again, he would come to realize that only he could stop the shadow from completely consuming the light. | |
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| Title: Shinigami Eyes
Fandom/Original: Death Note
Pairing(s): Rem/Misa
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Implications of homosexuality.
Summary: Light's, as per usual, a jerk to Misa. Rem wants nothing more than to protect her.
Notes
For joyful_lament.
Possibly the grossest thing I've ever been forced to write.
Disclaimer: I own nothing more than the words used here and the idea behind it. Characters belong to their respective owners. Shinigami Eyes“He did it again, Rem!” Misa stormed into her room and quickly into the arms of her shinigami. “Why would someone stand Misa up twice!? He only lets Misa see him once a week, but he never shows up when he promises!” Rem was unsurprised that Light Yagami had once again broken his promise to his “girlfriend.” In a sick sense, Rem was almost glad Light was so wrapped up in himself and his activities. After all, if it wasn’t for that, the shinigami would never feel Misa’s warmth so close. “Misa, it pains me to see you this way. Why do you still hold such high regard for Yagami?” It was a fair question. After all, Rem had never done anything to earn tears from Misa and was always there on every beck and call. However, there was something Yagami Light would always hold over Rem beyond being a human boy. “He’s just so…beautiful, Rem,” Misa murmured. That’s right. Yagami Light was disgusting. He was the epitome of ugliness. But he had a pretty façade. And that was enough to capture Amane Misa’s heart. Rem, on the other hand, possessed a beautiful emotion. She was beautiful somewhere, just perhaps not her surface. Misa had shinigami eyes, but still possessed a human heart which was swayed by all things superficially beautiful. Rem would remain by Misa's side until the full potential of her gifted eyes was realized or until her death to save Misa from despair. | |
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| Title: Tomorrow
Fandom: rhythm zone
Characters: Kim Jaejoong/Koda Kumi
Table: Four
Prompt: Stomach
Word Count: 245
Rating: G
Summary: Jaejoong wakes early in the morning after a dream.
Notes
Disclaimer: I own nothing more than the words used here and the idea behind it. Characters belong to their respective owners. TomorrowIt was still relatively flat. Just a little bump. But he still couldn’t resist the temptation to feel. He glanced at her face as he gently rubbed her tummy beneath her shirt. He had been visited by a wonderful dream. There was no more waiting or wondering for either of them in his dream. Jaejoong’s daughter was just as bright and beautiful as her mother, sitting on his shoulders. Her tiny finger had pointed to everything and inquired what it was, what it was for, what it did. When they finally reached Kumi, he placed her back on the ground and she instantly bombarded Kumi with long-winded summary of all the things they had done that day. But it was only a dream. He still lived in the world of anticipation and preparation. Jaejoong looked on in jealousy, believing Kumi to still be in that world he just left. But she too had just left the peaceful scenery of tomorrow. He smiled as he nuzzled her neck before giving her cheek a kiss. “Feel anything yet?” Kumi smiled, shifting closer to him so that her back fit perfectly against his front. “Not yet,” he replied. He shifted positions to prop himself up with his other arm and gently pushed back her messy bedhair from her eyes. He couldn‘t restrain the smile. “Soon though, right?” Kumi nodded and echoed, “Soon.” Stroking his cheek, Kumi took the day’s first kiss while their fingers entwined on her stomach. Their dream would be realized. | |
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