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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[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."