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1. Comment with a request to see absolutely anything on my computer. My desktop, my documents, my bookmarks, my latest works in progress... absolutely whatever you are curious about.
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Date: 2005-03-28 10:00 pm (UTC)*is a sick, sick junkie when it comes to your writing*
That's a hard one
Date: 2005-03-29 01:52 am (UTC)I tend to work on like three-six things at a time.
Dance With Me
"Okay. So - Once upon a time there--"
"Oh, shut up." Ron lifted his eyes to the library ceiling. He was titled so far back in his chair, it was only a matter of time before he lost his balance.
Carol frowned at him, mouth pinched in annoyance. "What?"
Ron rolled his eyes again and let his chair drop back down hard, the sound muffled by the thick carpet blue carpet beneath them. "Why does everyone have to start stories that way? It's lame. 'Once upon a time' Please." He snorted. "Give me a break."
"Well…" Carol gestured at the books in front of them. "How would you start it?"
"I dunno," Ron said with a shrug. "Depends on the story."
Carol heaved a sigh loud enough to earn them a glare from the librarian far on the opposite side of the massive main floor. She shot the woman a dirty look once she'd looked away, then resumed glaring at Ron. "I was trying to tell you the story of the Twelve Dancing Princesses, seeing as that's the fairytale we're supposed to be analyzing! And that's how it begins. Since you're so smart," she threw her battered paperback at him. "You read it!"
A man beside Carol laughed and shook his head. "I can't take you two anywhere. Can't you behave for ten minutes?"
"Sure," Ron said. "Ten minute is easy. It's only after ten that things get tricky."
"True enough."
"Blake, tell him he's being a moron."
Blake chuckled again, dark blue eyes shining with mirth. "Ron, you're being a moron."
"Thank you very much for letting me know," Ron said grandly. "Do tell Carol she's an airhead."
"No, I am not." Carol rolled her eyes.
"Oh, that's right. Independence movement. You prefer to be called girls now."
Carol stuck her tongue out. "Mr. Chauvanist, could we please continue with this study session?"
"As the lady wishes." Ron sketched a half bow in his seat, then picked up her book and tossed it back, picking up his own, much newer copy. "Hmm…once upon a time is so boring. How about…
Our story begins with a soldier, lost and alone in a world he did not understand. His world was war, a battlefield soaked in blood gun smoke, sleeping and waking with the knowledge that it could be the last time you did either.
The war was over and he did not know where to go. He was lost, alone, and in despair. Aimlessly he wandered from town to town, taking work but never lasting. The people were strange to him, and he made them wary. A soldier had no home in the peace he'd given everything to obtain.
From place to place he traveled, leaving behind the land he had called home for places that were strange and wholly unfamiliar. And in their strangeness, he found solace.
New languages he learned, new customs and foods and, measure by measure, a new life. He rescued a beautiful Lady and her sisters from demons that had that trapped in a spell. A prize obtained when the war ended helped him to break the spell. The women he saved, and in return he was made a lord.
But he failed to kill the demons, and upon the soldier they laid a curse. The spell he broke, he would help to recreate. But the soldier did not realize what they had done until too late…when one of his own precious children vanished in the night. They say he woke to the sound of a haunting waltz which sounded both near and far. They searched the house, he and his Lady wife, but found only the empty bed of their youngest daughter.
And her open wardrobe, from which had been taken her favorite ball gown and a brand new pair of dancing slippers…
Though he tried to break the curse, he could not. And so the tragedy continued through the family history. Every generation, one child disappears. Until twelve are successfully taken and the demons are at last free to roam…
Carol threw her book at Ron. "Look, dipshit. Changing the introduction doesn't mean you can change the whole damn story."
"I dunno." Blake shrugged, "I kinda liked his version more."
"Yeah, but I don't think Ulmer will appreciate our analyzing Ron's attempts at rewriting. We have to analyze the story in the book, not make up our own versions."
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Date: 2005-03-28 10:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-29 02:18 am (UTC)Sadly, they are lacking. When I actually sit down to read, I make use of my flist or go fanfic hunting. I *read* very few original stories, and many which I did are now suddenly defunct.
http://www.commonastherain.com/eros.html
http://www.ephebianparadise.com/
http://members.fortunecity.com/ladytempest/
http://www.onelinnovations.com/
http://www.ravenswing.com/~keys/index.html
http://www.slasharchive.org/main.html
http://thegates.net/ficathon/
http://www.torquerepress.com/
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Date: 2005-03-29 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-28 10:24 pm (UTC)Love and Ears,
Jo
Alas, there isn't much.
Date: 2005-03-29 01:49 am (UTC)Like, all of five sentences. ^^; Sorry! Anything else?
"Ridiculous," Takara said. "You can't be a dragon." He frowned in confusion at Raiden. "There are no dragons."
"Correct. I said once upon a time, I was Tsunami. Now? I am all that is left of the three. A mere shadow of what I used to be."
"You're lying." Taka shook his head. "I just don't understand why."
Nankyo had not broken the gaze Raiden had him locked in. "He's not lying." His voice was soft, firm.
"What is this about the prince dying?" Kindan glared at all of them.
Can't pass this golden opportunity up XD
Date: 2005-03-28 11:01 pm (UTC)Re: Can't pass this golden opportunity up XD
Date: 2005-03-29 01:47 am (UTC)cut/paste is easier than screen-capping. I haven't worked on Paradise, but this is a short story I poke at from time to time.
"Sure thing, Reg. Nah, late is fine. We won't be doing anything." Sebastion spoke absently as he rifled through a small stack of menus on his desk, debating what to have for dinner.
"Says you," Klause replied from where he was sitting on Sebastion's bed, back against the wall and his feet hanging over the edge. "I happen to have a few ideas about what we'll be doing late at night.
Sebastion glared at his boyfriend and continued talking on his cell phone. "No, Klause is being his usual self. Yeah, we'll be waiting. Take care, see you tonight." Turning his phone off and setting it on his desk, he glared again at his boyfriend. "I said you could come up for all of spring break only if you promised to study for your test the whole time." He stalked over to the bed and frowned reprovingly, tapping the textbook lying nearby. "You'll never pass this if you don't study."
Grinning Klause snagged his waist and yanked him down to straddle his lap. "I said I'd study the majority of the time, Bastion, not the whole time. I've been studying almost since I got here."
"Bah," Sebastion made no move to get up, instead yanking playfully at Klause's pale blonde hair. "Once you stop, you never start again. So no distractions until Reg and Chris get here tonight."
Klause's only reply was to silence his boyfriend with a firm kiss, one hand tangled securely in Bastion's dark brown hair. Sunlight from the window caught the wine-red highlights in it. His other arm was still locked firmly around Sebastion's waist.
Gasping as he broke the kiss, Sebastion settled his hands on Klause's shoulders, tilting his head to the side as Klause's mouth went to work on his neck and throat. "This…isn't studying."
"Yes, it is." Klause muttered. They fought a moment before he succeeded in divesting the other man of his t-shirt, throwing it aside and rapidly shoving aside the books and papers that were scattered over half the bed. Shifting he settled Sebastion in the vacated space, pinning his still frowning boyfriend and resuming where he'd left off, trailing nips and wet kisses from Bastion's throat down to his chest. "I'm studying for my biology exam."
"Yeah, right." Sebastion managed. He tugged one of his hands free and buried it in Klause's hair, dragging him up for another kiss and not letting go until they were both breathless.
"I'm serious," Klause reached briefly over the side of the bed and lifted his textbook up, "See?"
Sebastion rolled his eyes, "Yes, but what are you studying in biology? I seriously doubt this is on the exam."
"Mm…it's a pity. I'd pass with a score of two hundred." Klause smirked and kissed Sebastion hard in an attempt to ward off whatever reply he might have come up with.
It didn’t work. "Two hundred? I don't know…I wouldn't give that more than an 85."
"Eighty five!" Klause squawked. "And just who are you comparing me to?" His grin turned evil, "Or am I not giving Chris enough credit?"
Sebastion narrowed his eyes, "You bring that up one more time and you'll be living the life of a monk for the rest of the semester."
"Okay, okay. How about we get back to that biology lesson?"
"Good idea. Let me up and you can get back to stu--" Sebastion found himself silenced yet again by one of Klause's distracting kisses.
"I am studying," Klause said slyly. "Let's see if I've memorized all my notes. If I recall correctly, this is a pretty important area…" he nipped lightly at the side of Bastion's neck, smirking as he shivered. "What else was there…?"
He sat up, running his eyes over Sebastion's face and bare chest. "There was definitely a lot of emphasis on this section," he leaned down again and licked at Sebastion's lips, kissing him thoroughly before continuing. "I think I've got that part down though. Now this section," he trailed his hands down Bastion's chest, "Will probably require some extra studying."
Sebastion didn't reply, occupied by the fact that Klause's mouth had replaced his hands. He reached up to tug at Klause's clothing.
Re: Can't pass this golden opportunity up XD
Date: 2005-03-29 05:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-29 03:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-29 01:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-29 02:20 pm (UTC)This from Satan Baby Eater.
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Date: 2005-03-30 02:53 am (UTC)