Music has always been a major inspiration with my writing. Whether it's been a song or just a lyric, music speaks to my muses. Especially Bjork's music. I don't know why but ever since I started listening to her in the 90's, I can write to her music or come up with a story. This also happens if I'm listening to Tori Amos, but mostly Bjork.
Anyhow, I'm rambling. Music has been a driving inspiration along with things such as comics, manga, anime, movies, people around me. It's been the most quiet and subtle one too.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Wordle is Love
I've seen the Wordle images crop up twice on LJ and they're addictive.
For my Bleach Renji/Yachiru & Kenpachi/Yachiru fic- The Stray Dog, the Lioness and the Lion
For my Sims 2 story In Our Twilight
And one random one
For my Bleach Renji/Yachiru & Kenpachi/Yachiru fic- The Stray Dog, the Lioness and the Lion
For my Sims 2 story In Our Twilight
And one random one
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Prompt #186
#186 from promptdujour:
...I only knew what hunted thought
Quickened his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved
And so he had to die.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die...
~Oscar Wilde
It was never Lord Islington's intention to kill Verity. He had merely wanted her to feel threatened, as if he could at any moment take the breath from her body with one fell swipe of his sword. Yet it was his ignorance that led him to believe that small lie. He knew not what else to do. If he informed the proper authorities they would only arrest him being he was the prime suspect (and the killer). If he fled then he could go far away, change his name and start a new life. The idea was tempting, but Lord Islington knew that he deserved to die for what he had done. Even if he didn't want to die, he deserved it.
...I only knew what hunted thought
Quickened his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved
And so he had to die.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die...
~Oscar Wilde
It was never Lord Islington's intention to kill Verity. He had merely wanted her to feel threatened, as if he could at any moment take the breath from her body with one fell swipe of his sword. Yet it was his ignorance that led him to believe that small lie. He knew not what else to do. If he informed the proper authorities they would only arrest him being he was the prime suspect (and the killer). If he fled then he could go far away, change his name and start a new life. The idea was tempting, but Lord Islington knew that he deserved to die for what he had done. Even if he didn't want to die, he deserved it.
Fanfiction Talk
I ran across my first shipping elitist on the cesspool of fanfiction, FF.net, and I handled it better than I would have in the past. I don't understand shipping elitist, like I don't understand people who get pissed off when you warn them that the content may not be to their liking. Shipping elitist honestly have nothing better to do than hound you about a pairing you chose to use. I've noticed I don't give a damn what pairing a person uses. If it intrigues me and is well-written you could be writing a crack pairing of Kurotsuchi/Ichigo and I would love it.
Shipping elite be damned. .
Shipping elite be damned. .
Prompt #1: Drugs
from myself.
Kent hated surrounding himself with the pill-popping denizens of the area. They were all so addicted to the meds they were plying themselves with yet they would say they weren't druggies. Kent would think to himself that they were no better than the pot smoking hippie kids that lived on the 5th floor or the junkie who always asked for a fiver to get his fix. Just because their dope had exotic names like Prozac, Percocet, Vicodin, or Viagra didn't make the addiction any different. It just made it trendy and acceptable.
He watched a couple of Botox blondes writhing on the dancefloor to some techno track that the DJ thought would get everyone up and moving. They were nothing but meat to him. They were trying to catch his eye but he was ignoring them. They were disgusting. Even if they were size twos with 46DDD breasts and full lips they were scum.
Kent hated surrounding himself with the pill-popping denizens of the area. They were all so addicted to the meds they were plying themselves with yet they would say they weren't druggies. Kent would think to himself that they were no better than the pot smoking hippie kids that lived on the 5th floor or the junkie who always asked for a fiver to get his fix. Just because their dope had exotic names like Prozac, Percocet, Vicodin, or Viagra didn't make the addiction any different. It just made it trendy and acceptable.
He watched a couple of Botox blondes writhing on the dancefloor to some techno track that the DJ thought would get everyone up and moving. They were nothing but meat to him. They were trying to catch his eye but he was ignoring them. They were disgusting. Even if they were size twos with 46DDD breasts and full lips they were scum.
Prompt #194
#194 from promptdujour
Of all the people who survived the apocalypse, Bob was my least favorite.
Of all the people who survived the apocalypse, Bob was my least favorite. He was rude,
smelly, and had been a thorn in my side at every company event. You'd think when the zombies started showing up and nicking people off, he'd be the first to go. Like hell he was! Somehow that bastard survived and now I'm stuck with him. Thinks he knows every goddamn thing there is to know about surviving a zombie apocalypse. Movies don't count, Bob! Movies don't fucking count!
Of all the people who survived the apocalypse, Bob was my least favorite.
Of all the people who survived the apocalypse, Bob was my least favorite. He was rude,
smelly, and had been a thorn in my side at every company event. You'd think when the zombies started showing up and nicking people off, he'd be the first to go. Like hell he was! Somehow that bastard survived and now I'm stuck with him. Thinks he knows every goddamn thing there is to know about surviving a zombie apocalypse. Movies don't count, Bob! Movies don't fucking count!
Been So Long
It's been a long time since I posted here. I've been busy in RL, posting over at LJ, and just being a nuisance to myself. Which I seem to enjoy. I've been more productive recently which is nice. I've been doing every from working on my original simmed story to writing fanfiction. It's really nice. Now I just need to get out and stop being a hermit.
Prompt #192: Beg
from ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
promptdujour
It wasn't going to be easy. Really it wasn't. This much Emi had learned when she first met him. He preferred to be in control while she languished for some footing in their bizarre relationship. He liked keeping her on edge and she sometimes enjoyed it. It was always easy for her to beg. It was who she was. Who he had made her into over a matter of months.
promptdujourIt wasn't going to be easy. Really it wasn't. This much Emi had learned when she first met him. He preferred to be in control while she languished for some footing in their bizarre relationship. He liked keeping her on edge and she sometimes enjoyed it. It was always easy for her to beg. It was who she was. Who he had made her into over a matter of months.
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