Title: Sunset (not very creative, I know)
Medium: poetic prose
It's ridiculously short! Read it! It'll take you like ten seconds or less. And comments are always nice if you can spare another five.
Title: 01. Accent Piece, 02. The Woman Before
Universe: And the Dead Doves Fell (ATDDF)
Characters/Pairings: Jane Dest, Thomas, Nika/Qori
Warnings: vague flashback?
Summary-ish Thing: I obviously can't tell you what the whole story's about, because that'll ruin it! So, in the first chapter, "Accent Piece" I introduce my two main characters to each other and establish my universe: the small, boring town of New London, North Carolina, present day. In the second chapter, "The Woman Before" a little bit of intrigue/mystery is added in by a creepy woman who appears to be stalking (and seducing) someone whose description matches that of one of the main characters, and even murders her sisters to get to him...
AN: These are the first two chapters of my novel-to-be, which I hope to have finished before or around my sophomore year in college. I think the most I'll put up is the first three chapters and a few snippets when I want some feedback to avoid stealing, but still get people at least a little attached to the characters. Anyway, I'm very proud to have the first chapters completed, and I want to see if they're consistant and don't ramble, aren't confusing, etc.
( 01. Accent PieceCollapse )
( 02. The Woman BeforeCollapse )
This one's a little character study/snippet written to the original-fic bingo card prompt "hunger". It probably won't actually end up in the book, but it's a pretty good piece and I feel like it captures Qori pretty well. I'd love some feedback, both on the writing in general and on the character.
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(this was also posted in my journal)
my summertime always has spirit
i try to give it life
my days spent in the heat
my hair scared of the humidity
building and building our friendship;
we bask in summer's freedom.
the crazy things we do with this freedom
it gives us our girlish spirit
working hard on our friendship
--and actually having a life
sweating from the humidity
living in the heat.
we praise the sun that shine's its heat
thankful we have freedom.
spraying ourselves down in anticipation of humidity
skipping around with high spirits
breathing in scents of the surrounding life
making memories of friendship
obeying the golden rules of friendship
our summer spent together in this heat
like together, we have one life
putting to no good use, our freedom
having a child-life spirit
in the stickiest of humidity
dewy is our skin in humidity
together, our hands clasped in friendship
playing is our happy spirit
our excitement no less because of heat
we've fallen in love with the freedom
we've fallen in love with a beautiful life
we never wish to give up this life
our worries never centered around the humidity
just the seemingly everlasting freedom
our strong friendship
and our long days spend in the heat
i think in these days lives our spirit
in our Life past summer, let us keep Friendship.
when the Humidity falters, let us still think of Heat.
and when our Freedom diminishes, let us remember Spirit.
--and cause i'm hoping you're the reason that i have to be so weak.
really, i hope all this madness wasn't always just inside of me.
to think; have i really been this crazy all along?
I hope you know i'm just trying to move on
but you make it hard...so so hard.
and then I want you all over again. my screaming has stopped
and i'm thinking instead.
this is also posted inside of my journal.
Andi Wells is in for more than she anticipated, and an innocent car ride veers off onto a road of blind demise.
Let me know what you think: http://popfic.livejournal.com/834.html
Because today IS the first day of the rest of Your Life
and Tomorrow could be the last.
because at the end of the day
it makes more sense than crying,
And is easier, feels better, is more forgiving--
Because it leaves less "what ifs" in its wake and
because, despite any future pain and suffering, for
on the first day of the rest of your life:
YOU. ARE. HAPPY.
You are Alive.
And, for Today, that's all that matters.
Take two and call me in the morning.
The miscommunication of hearts
Now past and lost within an overlapping arch of time
That stops ticking, grinding to a halt
Every time you speak of me,
In the past, in the present,
Stopping time to sigh my name,
So shamefully broken
Never at ease,
Why please, for me
Put time back together
Whole and un-stolen
Life go’s on
For me, for you
Free flowing en route,
Toward the future,
Pausing time in one sorrowful moment of mute
Will not find me there
Like time, that I’d move on,
And release time,
As I have already gone
And leave us unspoken
Forever lost in time