Compren-day...

[kellifer]

I was going through my old papers at my parents house and came upon my old English (the subject) work. One of the exercises that I always seemed to get awesome marks for was finishing another piece of writing... as in, you get a paragraph or a whole story and you continue it...

Hmmm... writing in someone else's world and matching their writing style/characterisation... what possible use would I have for that skill in the real world...?? Hahahaaa...!

Anyone who's willing, write me a paragraph or a sentence and I will continue it. Who knows, maybe some of them we'll write back and forth so much that they will take over the world...

Entertain me... there's nothing on television!

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[luu-alita.livejournal.com]

Sometimes a relationship is based solely on the masocistic tendencies of the two people involved. Carla and Hannah had such a relationship, in high school. The odd sort of 'frenemy' friendship that baffeled everyone else who knew the pair. It ended in a blaze of drama that is still the talk of the Mitchellson High Class of 03 whenever they happen to meet. Still, Hannah, friendless, unhappy with her job and pissed at the world can think of only one person to call. Carla immideatly picks up the phone and listens, giving advice that will never be followed but unable to help herself.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Perhaps if they thought about it, or were outside the very strange relationship they would see its flaws. The way they didn't mesh as people but floundered when they didn't have each other to grate against. Hannah had once gone as far as to quote Tom Cruise or whoever it was that said it first.

"She, y'know, completes me."

[luu-alita.livejournal.com]

Carla went all philosophical about it, as she was prone to do. She thought of Hannah as that part of her that was missing that kept her from feeling like an actual person and possibly (because who knew what went on in the blonde's head) vice versa. "It's like we have more than enough of certain qualities for the both of us. So when we're together, we're almost like a normal person."

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Hannah would in turn screw up her nose and accept that the world just didn't get her, but strangely, Carla did. "I don't know about you," she says around the mouth of her beer on a Friday night. "But maybe it's just all so much crap."

[luu-alita.livejournal.com]

Carla sipped on her Pepsi with lime, and indulged in some people watching as she thought about what Hannah said. "It's not that bad." She'd had a bit of a downturn in luck herself, but it wasn't that bad. It just needed time and work was all.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Hannah scratched at her brow with a ragged thumb nail, wincing slightly when she caught the skin. "Don't try and tell me this is just a downturn," she scolded. "I can't take that kind of glossing over from anyone but you."

[wild-force71.livejournal.com]

When you lose your balance, when you fall, there’s a moment just as your weight shifts irrevocably too far to recover. In that moment everything slows, almost stops. You know you’re in freefall, you know you’re going to hit, but it seems very distant and far away.

(Any character you like) hadn’t lost his(her) balance in years. (S)He still remembered the feeling of freefall, though.

And (s)he remembered the crash afterwards.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

She looks at her hands first, they way they dig into the ground, substantial. There's blood streaking her fingers and the remains of feathers in a rough circle. She opens her mouth and a strange, shrill noise erupts from her throat.

She turns over and everything hurts and it's wonderful.

[wild-force71.livejournal.com]

It's loud and bright and wide, no walls as far as she can see, no buildings. No people. Just trees and grass and open, everywhere.

It would be enough to panic her if she wasn't so overloaded already.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

He is there, waiting for her, like she knew he would be.

"It's about time," he says. "You're late."

[wild-force71.livejournal.com]

She has to concentrate on the words. When she forgets they trail off, becoming nothing more than noise.

"Got lost. Looks different from here."

He smiles, amused.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

"It always looks different from above."

[wild-force71.livejournal.com]

He brushes a hand over her shoulder. It hurts, but she finds herself pulling closer, wanting more.

"Why?"

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

"Just does," he says with a small, wry chuckle. "Grass greener, all that crap." He looks off into the distance for a moment, probably across the miles they have yet to travel.

"So, you ready to fight little girl?"

[wild-force71.livejournal.com]

"Fight," she repeates, considering. She twists experimentally; without the weight on her back it feels like a different body, all her reflexes thrown off. She turns again, noting the differences.

"Yes. Ready now."

[chris4short.livejournal.com]

People who dance in the rain always fascinate me. Maybe it's their carefree way and reminds me how, no matter how hard I try, I can't relax. Maybe it reminds me of how the world was for all of us, before we became grown ups, before we realized pain over crowded the simple joys.

But maybe people dancing in the rain scared me more because it brought up the past. Too real. Too painful. But always just below the surface.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Watching them now, celebrating because it had been months since the last fall, I swallow hard. They might be celebrating but all too soon the reality will once again rear its ugly head.

That this is it, this is all there is.

[chris4short.livejournal.com]

I turned from the window, blocking out the frantic view. I noticed my hands were shaking, and I quickly put the books down. I closed my eyes, but the slapping rain, pounding it's own rhythm, forced my brain to replay the events that had led me to the central thought marching around my tired brain.

Bright and blue... sun and daisies.... But there was a scent of rain on the horizon too.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

May was the last time I had seen flowers. December before that a lake. As the world slowly wilted and faded so did its people.

Who was I to take away from them this small chance to be happy, as short-lived as it was going to be.