I will post the names of all the files in my WIP folder(s), regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Choose one, and I will post a random line or two.
I haven't done one of these in a while... and a lot of my WIPs have been lost with various pieces of hardware, so it's a fairly short list. Still, here it is!
This is mostly fanfic - I do have some original stuff, but it's mostly somewhere else, and I need to save it onto my computer.
Archery
best of enemies
blowing off steam
cobalt blue sky
degree of detachment
goblins
increasingly a distraction
Mannequins
message in a bottle
repentance
Sacrifice
sparring
strangers
I haven't done one of these in a while... and a lot of my WIPs have been lost with various pieces of hardware, so it's a fairly short list. Still, here it is!
This is mostly fanfic - I do have some original stuff, but it's mostly somewhere else, and I need to save it onto my computer.
Archery
best of enemies
blowing off steam
cobalt blue sky
degree of detachment
goblins
increasingly a distraction
Mannequins
message in a bottle
repentance
Sacrifice
sparring
strangers
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Date: 2011-10-17 03:40 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2011-10-17 08:09 pm (UTC)From:Her father didn't like it when she played the clarinet. He never said as much, but she was an expert at seeing when he wasn't happy with something; she had to watch him so closely for any emotion, any reaction at all, that she'd learned to tell his moods as well as anyone could. His jaw tightened when he was unhappy or uncomfortable, and his eyes smiled - just a little - when he was pleased. She'd stopped watching his eyes, though. It didn't seem to be worth the effort anymore.
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Date: 2011-10-17 01:33 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2011-10-17 08:07 pm (UTC)From:Sure, it had probably looked funny to the others outside, watching a goblin fight a full-grown tauren bull. And she had to admit, he'd almost gotten her; if she hadn't managed to fire one of those rockets she'd been tinkering with when the voices weren't telling her to kill people, he would've beaten her. The look on his face when the thing had gone off right in front of him had been priceless, and the surprise had finally let her knock him off of his feet.
She'd said it before, and she'd likely say it again: thank goodness for explosives.
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Date: 2011-10-17 10:05 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2011-10-18 03:04 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2011-10-18 12:47 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2011-10-18 03:02 am (UTC)From:Yumei paused for a moment and then pulled Fuyuki closer to her, kissing him quickly and fiercely. She smelled like rain, not like the sea somehow, and her lips were somehow warm despite all his expectations. "Good-bye," she said, and then let go of him, leaving him to collapse onto his knees in the sand as she ran into the surf.
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Date: 2011-10-19 01:28 am (UTC)From:degree of detachment