Because I don't want this poor journal to suffer the pangs of neglect any longer, I think I shall post this story here.

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Széllyel tündökleni
Nem látd-é ez földet
Gyönyörű virágokkal?
Mezők illatoznak
Jjószagú rózsákkal,
Sokszínű violákkal.There should have been flowers ( Read more... )

o, olinscarr, how bereft you must be! pauvre little journal, I left you all aloneses, without a thought that I might not return for a goodly time! (granted, I figgered I'd be updating soon, but - brain.) So, to make it up to ewe, I am now going to do one of ... THESE POSTS!

THE STORIES I INTEND TO WRITE ABOUT NMARISIDE

Note: this might not ( Read more... )

Awright. Let’s get dangerous. No, let’s get DovarisThe rest of the afternoon passed in a haze of talk and excitement stabbed through with occasional anxiety. Binsi and his family really were nice people, and they really tried to make Kellerin comfortable, explain things to her, hear her side of things, and sympathize. None of them stared, and ( Read more... )

No edits again. So freakin tired. Let's try and see whether I can write proper.

Come on, Pico, Fight Fight Fight!

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...or okay no I can't even think right now I have been either playign solitaire or staring at this screen for the past 30 min

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I've been meaning to do this entry for a bit now. Behold, then: an organizational entry that makes comparison between the three versions of the text!

And to celebrate even further ... what is this ... OH MY GOOD GOD IT'S AN HTML TABLE WOW PICO YOU HAVE REALLY OUTDONE YOURSELF (yes I know :D)

The Rewrite Table

2005: firstwrite/Nanowrite
2007 ( Read more... )

She's got both hands
In her pocket
And she won't look at you (won't look at you)
She hides true love
En su bolsillo
She's got a halo around her finger
Around you"That one," Reiminiy nodded out the window, and his friends looked. Her dress was too big for her small frame, and had one single pocket in front, kind of like an apron. It looked like it ( Read more... )

An (x)-number-of-things fic. Started out five, ended up nine. Unashamedly woobie. Aiken bathing in pathos and betterment. I regret nothing.

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Nine Nights in Aiken's Life

IHis hair was unravelled, his clothing shot through the seams, his stomach hung a cave under his shirt. His eyes bright. He looked terrible, and like a beggar, but ( Read more... )

Just so I have an internet version of this - here's the full catalogue of pictures of some of my characters. Rather, approxiations of each character. I'll add comments underneath, where and when necessary. Alphabetical order, btw.

( Onwards! And upwards! )

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