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Gimme prompts! And then I will try and write something of some length probably over a couple hundred words and also possibly but not necessarily in second person because that's how I roll. Any fandom and/or pairing you know I have a passing interest in (though tbh Supernatural is always the easiest) and I will give it it a shot. Heck, I will give original fiction a shot if you so desire/don't specify otherwise.

I have all these half-written fics on my hard drive and I'm asking for prompts. I amuse myself.

Also! I really really do still need someone to look over my spn_cinema fic, please? I promise to give virtual hugs when you get done reading it, and I will totally understand if you rip apart my writing style after it rips out your heart. *puppy eyes* I think this is covered now, thanks!

Gimme prompts! And then I will try and write something of some length probably over a couple hundred words and also possibly but not necessarily in second person because that's how I roll. Any fandom and/or pairing you know I have a passing interest in (though tbh Supernatural is always the easiest) and I will give it it a shot. Heck, I will give original fiction a shot if you so desire/don't specify otherwise.

I have all these half-written fics on my hard drive and I'm asking for prompts. I amuse myself.

Also! I really really do still need someone to look over my spn_cinema fic, please? I promise to give virtual hugs when you get done reading it, and I will totally understand if you rip apart my writing style after it rips out your heart. *puppy eyes* I think this is covered now, thanks!

For spn_30snapshots

Claim: Dean Winchester
Theme 12: Songs in the Key of Life

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16 November 2004 @ 06:01 pm

It's really warm in here.

random thought #1

There's about two dozen entries in my LJ before this, starting from 2002, but they're all transferred over from the Deadjournal I kept at the time. They all pretty emo and mostly start with "Today *insert item/action here* sucked" and end with "bye," and a good portion are about marching band. This is the first official entry of my livejournal, which I got because Kayla and Katie had (and still do). At first I was unwilling to give up DJ, but of course, LJ sucked me in because people were actually USING it, and I deleted my DJ, but decided to keep the entries, annoying and pathetic as they all sound.

In other news:

I'm debating on whether or not to sign up for startrekbigbang. There's no way I could write something (since we all saw how well that worked out for SPN Big Bang and I HAD an idea then), but I'd like to make some art. Except that I don't think I'm a very good artist. So...uhm...decide for me! Please?

Also, I've been debating about posting some original fiction for y'all to read and comment on to boost my ego since I can't seem to finish (or even start) any of the ideas I have bouncing around in my head anymore. Would anyone even be interested in reading them?

Edit: Also, I suck at replying to comments. I'm sorry! I do read them, it's just most of the time I don't really have anything to reply with, or even if I do, I just...don't. :( But I do appreciate everyone's comments. I also suck at giving comments for the same "i don't have anything to add/say" reason, and I don't like being the person who always comments with a "<3" or "*hugs*" all the time, although sometimes those are what's really needed. /ramble

"Listless" is the perfect way to describe how I feel about life right now.

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16 November 2004 @ 06:01 pm

It's really warm in here.

random thought #1

There's about two dozen entries in my LJ before this, starting from 2002, but they're all transferred over from the Deadjournal I kept at the time. They all pretty emo and mostly start with "Today *insert item/action here* sucked" and end with "bye," and a good portion are about marching band. This is the first official entry of my livejournal, which I got because Kayla and Katie had (and still do). At first I was unwilling to give up DJ, but of course, LJ sucked me in because people were actually USING it, and I deleted my DJ, but decided to keep the entries, annoying and pathetic as they all sound.

In other news:

I'm debating on whether or not to sign up for startrekbigbang. There's no way I could write something (since we all saw how well that worked out for SPN Big Bang and I HAD an idea then), but I'd like to make some art. Except that I don't think I'm a very good artist. So...uhm...decide for me! Please?

Also, I've been debating about posting some original fiction for y'all to read and comment on to boost my ego since I can't seem to finish (or even start) any of the ideas I have bouncing around in my head anymore. Would anyone even be interested in reading them?

Edit: Also, I suck at replying to comments. I'm sorry! I do read them, it's just most of the time I don't really have anything to reply with, or even if I do, I just...don't. :( But I do appreciate everyone's comments. I also suck at giving comments for the same "i don't have anything to add/say" reason, and I don't like being the person who always comments with a "<3" or "*hugs*" all the time, although sometimes those are what's really needed. /ramble

"Listless" is the perfect way to describe how I feel about life right now.

I wrote fic! I know, it doesn't happen that often! And I'm posting it to this journal and not that other one!

This is no happy story, that's fo' sho. I'd like to say I don't know where this came from, but that'd be a lie. I knew I'd end up writing something the moment I watched the episode, I just didn't realize it'd be this.

And hey, it coincides with my new header. :) Anyway, onto the fic:


i was me but now he's gone
by darkmerrick/Carleen
gen, r
740 words
spoilers for 4.19.
not a happy story by any means. title swiped from a line in Fade to Black by Metallica.
beta'ed by bridget_x_alena
not my characters, just playing with them.
comments make me gleeful. :)

( The burning fades to tingling, the brightness fades to black, everything goes away. )