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This music truly is beautiful.

I got a nudge from msqu (who should write some eloquent Darcy/Elizabeth smut of her own) because I haven't updated in 21 weeks.

To be honest, I haven't been writing all that much. Keeping up with other things, yes, but writing? Idea have been flowing, but not for fanfiction. I miss it!

So this was my SPEW 007 Prompt no.1 from the 6th July. I didn't finish, although now that I have an idea of where I going with this, I wish I had.

( Present )

Marie, would you like to beta this? *bats eyelashes*

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... what I'm attempting to write about?

( Stagnation )

Quite obviously sleep has gotten in the way. Which is annoying sometimes.

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We have a shiny new icon for our story, preccciousssss.

It is ours, ours.

Only ours, precciousss.

For our story.

Our icon, for our story... preciousss..

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(hugs to grammypat

>.>

( Fallen Leaves )

I just realised that after my brief little trantrum that VV modded the ... unfinished version before I got home to *cough* thwart the system, I forgot to post this.

>.>

Inspired not only by Mar's NEWT Scandals class, but also by the stimulus Year 11 booklet on Change. ♥

I finally finished it. I think.



( Dreams of a Fallen Lotus Petal )

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Let me start by saying I should be allowed to *SPAM* in my own journal. even though that's what my personal & private journal is for, isn't it? As long as it's fanfiction related spam.

*nods*

Anyway, with much ado:

The ball bearing in the middle of my keyboard has moved. Why, do you ask, do I have a ball bearing IN my keyboard?

Oh, Maybe because it fell out of the keyboard thingy on my old desk and I had no idea what it was. So, for the looseyourwords picture theme of numbers, I set the ball bearing on a kay and took a picture so that the light would reflect off it. Except, I accidently pushed down on the key and the ball bearing slipped down under the keys.

Now, as a consequence, every so often it'll get stuck and will hinder typing most annoyingly (AKA it pisses me off) and I have to tip the keyboard and hear it roooooooooooooooooooollllll down.

Or across.

Or maybe I should go read Anna's take on Gatsby. Gatsby = ♥ Magnificent Malfoy is sure to be ♥.

/ *SPAM*

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EDIT: I think I'm OCD. I just spotted two mistakes in All That Glitters and now I have to go fix them, just in case another SPEWer picks it up. Which would be bad. Because then I'd look... sloppy.

Let's face it. I am sloppy. I just spelt it slopy. Point proven.

EDIT2: Still relative to the journal -- the frogs are weird. Looking back through the entries to tag them, I'd marked one as Horny, just to see what the frog would look like.

It was disturbing. The anxious one is amusing. So, I'm feeling creative but my frog says I'm feeling anxious. *nods again*

Was on the bus to Fairfield station. Much like Lys, I saw my own reflection.

As the iron snake wound its was through the city, the inhabitants sitting in the hard, uncomfortable seats caught their expressions of distaste in a reflective surface. On one side, their lives passed in a montage and flitting appearences as their stationary reflections lept from shop window to shop window, trying on clothes as rejecting them as the bus spluttered deeper into the city.

On the other side, a familiar scene was being played out. Bored passengers sat, flicking their wrists and looking at their watches as they tapped their toes impatiently. Some read newspapers, and some sat there, staring out the window.

What would they see, she thought, if they looked into her bus window. Would they see themselves reflected there, just as they are, eyes searching quizzically over a face tinted brown by the sun, and smudged with uncertainty? Would they see her, looking back at them, wondering whether they can see her reflection as their own.

The bus veered sharply to the right, and her thoughts were airborne as she scrabbled desperatley for the back of the seat in front of her for balance as gravity took its toll.

As the bus became a hissing iron snake once more around the streets of the city, she chose to think of the reflections of herself in other's shoes, rather than of her own dowdy, smudged appearence.

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( It's All the Same )

EDIT: Story is now posted on MNFF archive.



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( No light )

Threads on MNFF BB that are applicable (If you're on the boards, please contribute):

[x]Lurid's Lack of Light.

( Click here )

[x]Forums Post

Merry Christmas, v_viridian

( The Rotfang Conspiracy )

But I adored her card, and thought seeing as the theme was dogs, I should add a little extra detail or two...

( It's a Dog's Life... )

Title: Absinthe makes the Heart Grow Fonder
Characters/Pairings: Lily/James.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings (if any): None
A/N: *giggles*

I thought you had me, Kasey. But don’t you see? I’ve been telling you it was me all along! I swapped stories with Mar, you see. I sent you the rarepair I wrote for Mar, and kept my TRUE SSII a secret! I am a genius! I thought I was a goner when you offered to beta – how could I refuse? But of course, the Steph came up with something BRILLIANT! Something GENIUS! All the while, telling you EXACTLY who you were in relation to my SSII.

I worked hard to keep it a secret. *wiggles eyebrows*

ENJOY!

( I say, to be led blindly. )



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I doubt I'd be able to write the three chapters necessary for the story to eveolve to the point of the Wizard's Council within the designated amount of time, but perhaps I could lengthen this part to include Rowena and Salazar (I've decided to make them brother and sister.) The title is by no means certain.

Now please, again, your input.

( The Founding Four - Complications. )

Thank you. Pick at my work, please and thank you. =] Credit to any one who helps.

A drabble written for the Gideon and Fabian Prewett Challenge in the Three Broomsticks.

( Dandelions. )

Attack. Please.

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