A Dreary Morning It was a dreary, grey morning and John couldn't stand to be awake. He clutched his cup of coffee with both hands trying to steal away its warmth. It was always coldest in the mornings. That's when you could really feel the grip of winter getting stronger - autumn would not last much longer. John's head still hurt from waking ( Read more... )

Missiles
"It's huge, Sir."

"It sure is, boy."

"How long do you figure we have before it makes its way over here, Sir?"

"Couple of minutes at most."

The young man sat in his chair, looking out the large window. Behind him, the older man stood with his back and shoulders straight, ( Read more... )

A beautiful flower, standing still in the cold night air. A drop of dew, ever so delicate, resting on its petal. The sound of heavy hooves beating the nearby path. A knight, riding under the faint purple spell of twilight. His armor is painted with dried blood. He pulls on the reins of his steed and the towering horse slows into a gentle trot, and ( Read more... )

So, what did I do this summer ( Read more... )

It's strange to think that I only wrote this sentence to hear the words run through my head.

"Justifying pleasure is fruitless and self-defeating. It's pleasure, that's reason enough, enjoy it before if fades away ( Read more... )

Apparently I wasn't supposed to watch that first episode of Doctor Who last night. Apparently watching it associates me with all kinds of unlikeable people, and the opining public seems to disapprove. "He could do better" they indubitably say, little do they know.

I don't know any big Who fans, and I'm unfamiliar with the extent of the fandom's ( Read more... )

Registered for classes as early as possible. Registration opened at 8:00 AM; I was done before 8:01. Finally got into all the classes I wanted. Hurrah.

Not terribly much going on right now apart from university and a few other side things that I'm looking at. Nothing I really feel like talking about right now, for various reasons. Instead I'm just going to stretch out my fingers on a quiz I stumbled upon. I'll warn you right now, you probably shouldn't read it. It's all about what I do with my ( Read more... )

I'm up; it seems like I can't get any more sleep right now. I finished reading Coraline in bed, and now my fingers are craving a warm-up. The night is just dark enough, and the house is just quiet enough, that nothing hinders my thoughts. I can see them flow and swirl in the canvas of shadows before me, and I can hear them stealth melodiously in ( Read more... )