Another nice long rewrite that’s double the length of the original and then some (~5k vs ~1.9k)
Did They Seem Afraid of You? (kids that I once knew remix)
It was hot, the heated air crushing, muggy and stifling. Rolling her head, she pressed her face to the window, eeking out small moments of cold. In the dash the AC clunkered on, its anemic wheeze tugging at her hair.
She wished it were cooler; she wished she were anywhere but here.
Have ~150 word drabble that kinda sorta makes sense
Liz bent over the table, wood rubbing smooth between her fingers, one tit resting on the edge. “It’s all in the wrist,” she told him, grin toothy and light, and knocked every ball in the hole.
She wasn’t able to do that before New York. Oh sure, she could hustle, win any game with trickshots and luck charms ground under her nails. She’d taught him too, once, over a long, slow afternoon, his coursework forgotten over a quarter of the bar, two kids chirping at their heels. “It’s ok to fuck up,” she said when he scratched the felt, ball arcing into the air, laughing. “Seriously, fucking up makes people think you’re doomed to lose. As long as you recover, fucking up is just fine.” She was nice, that day; he kinda wished he could’ve gotten to know her more before she got dead.
Hah! It’s finally done!
What is done, you may ask? Well, I just went through all of my stuff and bookmarked it for your (ie my) convenience.
It’s all at fe_masterlist. The important sublinks are for Fe, 3810, Avengers, Mass Effect, and EwB (I guess bleh).
God I’m tired.
Have a 800~ word coda to Can’t Quite Remember What I Come Here to Find (posted yesterday)
“Who’s she?”
It’s always nice when the rewrite is half-again as long as the original (~3,5k
Can’t Quite Remember What I Come Here to Find
WARNING: Contains sexual and emotional abuse
It’s now like ~120 words away from 5k but I think I THINK it’s done I’m holding off for a final look through tomorrow, and possibly a once over from someone if Sam’s up for it, but hey have another snippit yeah?
It’s nowhere near close to done, but the thing I started the other day is over 3k. It still needs a lot of work, a lot of pieces need to be finished or rewritten, but I’m kind of impressed.
Have a little snippit:
500~ crappily written words about Marc’s car, Evangeline
Evangeline might not be much to look at on the outside—mostly a light turquoise, with a few primer-grey spots he still hadn’t got around to repainting—but under the hood she’s better than most of the cars he’s seen.
Have ~2.5k rough draft of a story I’m working on that stops in the middle of a scene like a boss about Liz and Marc two months and change past Lyle’s death.
Liz was mad at him for a solid two months.
Things that make me way too fucking excited:
earlier, I discovered that there is literally a year and a bit of change between when Liz and Marc meet, and when Liz meets Carey (and thus, the wolves), and then like two/three months til Marc meets Lyle. That means A), nothing fucking important happens between July ‘08 and August ‘09, and B), I have an entire fucking free year to play around with.
This seriously excites me waaaaaay more than it should.
1k+ of Liz’s favourite spell to carve into her skin. 8D
The marking was actually one she had found herself. It wasn’t a gift, or a lesson; she’d found it in San Fran, an afterthought in the back of a used grimoire, buried in a box of books for sale. ‘For use in blocking pain, or sharpening one’s focus. Warning: when broken, the backlash will be thrice as strong. Use only in emergencies.’
She bought the whole box for fifteen dollars. To date, it remains one of her better purchases.
Have ~1000 words about memory and space ships (well, only a little bit about spaceships, but whatever they are there so enjoy them)
She smiles, and it’s like nothing he ever expected
Have something stupid I wrote the other night
Here’s what’s common knowledge about the war that split apart the hunting world.
