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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[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."