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AO3 Master List
Please Note: All links are to AO3. You do not need an account to read, leave kudos, or comment, so far as I know. Author is always me, boxparade, unless otherwise specified. All work is un-beta'd. If you're interested in beta-ing my work and can tell me how the hell the beta process works, feel free to email me with my @gmail.com account of the same name ( ( Read more... ) -
So, um...
Yeah. I haven't forgotten about LJ, I just...forgot about LJ?
Meh.
AO3 is like...my home base. Which is where I've been, both lurking and posting, mostly. But hey, it's always nice to have a few copies saved, right? Because in the rare event that AO3 went away (as in, no longer existed) and my computer crashed in...relatively the same time span, well ( Read more... ) -
The Unspeakable
Fanfiction exists.
Good. Now that we've gotten that out of the way, I think I've succumbed to this horrible disease, although I said I never would and I strongly maintain my confidence that I will continue to write actual, real fiction with my own damn characters. I simply enjoy reading it, and when one enjoys reading something and they also happen ( Read more... ) -
Undercover Riot [Section 1]
Despite Tyler’s desperate plea for time to stop and enclose them in a bubble of warmth and affection and the afterglow from some of the best sex in his life, the sun rose anyway and beamed into the bus, bright but unnoticed.
Well, unnoticed until Tyler was jolted from sleep with a feral scream of “Oh, fuck no” and he’d hardly opened his eyes and ( Read more... ) -
Undercover Riot
Just something new I've started. I'm messing around with present tense writing (because I had a kind of epiphany about tenses in my writing and now it's all I can concentrate on.) Right now it's just a couple pieces but it's all part of a bigger story, at least I think. Livejournal won't let me post certain parts (what the actual fuck?) so I'm ( Read more... ) -
Concrescere (Vignette)
"Come on!" Jack laughed and took off ahead of Russell, surefooted even in the dark ( Read more... ) -
I Wish I Knew
And she was everything. Her hazel eyes and her superfluous smile and her liquid movements. Skin glowing in the sun, eyes alight with either love or the purest, most deceiving and exciting form of despise there was. She trapped, and bit, and scraped away at my insides, already churning. The sky was cracking and shattered pieces were raining around ( Read more... ) -
She Lives In Your Blood
My thoughts feel like rattlesnakes and bare branches. Chest filled with cement, arms laden with lead, bubbles bursting in my skull. Nothing fits, nothing falls into place like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle, like how I think it should be. As confusing as I am confused, I'm sure, and dripping like cold water down the smooth ridges of the icicle, ( Read more... ) -
Mindlessness
My mind runs in opposite directions and leaves me to face the emptiness between my consciousness and the physical representation of myself. It is not a hopeless feeling that fills me, rather a fascination, a muse for the endless words falling through my eyes and onto paper, covering the world I see in labels and useless clutter. I struggle to ( Read more... ) -
Calypso
Slipping through my skin like sand with razor edges, cutting and slicing in miniature, as if I wouldn't notice; she's staring me down. Expectant, possibly panicked, but frozen in the empty space like glass; a sculpture. One glance at the sea of hazelnut in her eyes and my heart pumps once, twice, dies, and deteriorates. My mind no longer chases and ( Read more... )