For the Plot Pot
I was cleaning off my desk, and I found these written on different scraps of paper:
"It was a lonely song: the whispering of injured souls, wind whistling through ice-angel wings."
"He and his father had forged some mysterious new bonds over the winter, kept written in the nighttime sky."
"The horsemen of the Apocolyspe were loose, and drunk with glee."
"This woman was a seeker, like, an' seekers, they sometimes find."
I also discovered that Kym's pet-name for Gregor is "Sea Rat."
The first is interesting in an emo, I'm-about-to-cut-my-wrists kind of way. I suspect that I didn't dream it up, but stole it from somewhere else because I liked the feel of it.
Now I have to find my plot pot so I can get those written down and stuck in there.
"It was a lonely song: the whispering of injured souls, wind whistling through ice-angel wings."
"He and his father had forged some mysterious new bonds over the winter, kept written in the nighttime sky."
"The horsemen of the Apocolyspe were loose, and drunk with glee."
"This woman was a seeker, like, an' seekers, they sometimes find."
I also discovered that Kym's pet-name for Gregor is "Sea Rat."
The first is interesting in an emo, I'm-about-to-cut-my-wrists kind of way. I suspect that I didn't dream it up, but stole it from somewhere else because I liked the feel of it.
Now I have to find my plot pot so I can get those written down and stuck in there.