I don't think you understand how many of these I have.

[_wolfling_]

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Upon request, I will post a random line or two from any of these you choose. Assuming that the file adds up to a full line, that is.

Feel free to request as many times as you wish, and it's okay to ask for the same file more than once.

(Cherry picking

Comments

[_wolfling_]

Growing up I always knew exactly who and what I was. I was proud of myself for that. Hell, my parents were proud of me for it, even though I wasn't exactly what they might have wanted in a daughter. Even though I refused to wear a skirt and went to my high school prom under protest, and with a girl, and in a tux. Even though once I moved out I shaved my head and wore boy’s clothes. Even though I moved into an apartment with my very female lover my second year of college. And even though it ended, right in front of them, with a screaming fight and slamming doors. Afterwards, they picked me up where she'd left me and all my things lying on the lawn, and my mother held me all the way home.

Incoming *krssh*

[anonymous]

Zaia and the Magpie
your writing is so cool, I'd love to read more.
~kickbox

Re: Incoming *krssh*

[_wolfling_]

In my defense, I was a super young writer when I started this.

Zaia stood up smoothly, and Margalo blushed and looked away. There was a groan from the taller girl as she seemed to realize what she was wearing. “Oh, come on! My best friend gave this to me as a joke, and threatened to eat me if I didn’t wear it. And he does check in on me every once in awhile to see.”

As she spoke, she grabbed a long shirt to cover the low-cut, rather revealing nightdress, the skirt of which was cut so short it not only flirted with, but was seriously considering proposing to, indecency.