“I don’t like that man very much ... I’m going to have to get to know him better.” - Abraham LincolnIt wasn't that I didn't like him. I liked him very much, because it was impossible not to like someone who was the complete mirror image of someone that I loved. And seeing the gift he had given me, where brown and blue had stood side by side and ( Read more... )

“The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.” - Mohandas GhandiFor the first two weeks, I hated him ( Read more... )

Myth

(taking into consideration the DW novel the Stone Rose for this prompt.)There was something different, wholly disorienting about seeing a statue bearing the face that looked back at her in the mirror every morning. Rose could pick apart the same lines that bridged and outlined her nose, where imperfections nested and resided in places she ( Read more... )

I promise I'm going to get to all of that good writing I've been promising, but I saw something come up tonight and wanted to address it briefly before I went off to get some sleep ( Read more... )

Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world I feel like I can’t take it, like my heart’s going to cave in. - American BeautyThe thrill of anticipation was the same, whether or not his face still was. Never mind that now he was in possession of a full head of hair and a spring in his step that was traded in for his usual hastened, yet slightly ( Read more... )

I just got around to updating Rose's friends list, so hello to all of you newcomers! Sorry that I didn't get to you sooner, I have a horrible habit of not checking my characters' friends' pages as much as I should, so I promise you weren't being ignored ( Read more... )

I want to see somewhere new.

If you could place your muse in any work of fiction outside their normal genre, which would it be and why? How do you think they might adapt to their new surroundings?I think I'd want Rose in something set in the Tudor era. I know there was room to touch on that with Reinette and her entire appearance, but the truth is I'd like to see what happened ( Read more... )

prompt 2009.9.b.8

You don’t know what you’ve got, till it’s gone.But that isn't true. I always knew what I had. It might not have seen me back in the same way, but I always knew. I was completely aware of how much I loved him and why, just how desperately I had come to rely on him and everything about him, everything that came up and surrounded me ( Read more... )

The hard part hadn't been deciding what to wear, for once. Rose had given herself time to scrutinize the contents of her closet and find something that worked - more specifically, something she thought Jack would approve of. Dancing was one thing, dancing with complete strangers another, and dancing with a close person in one's life became a whole ( Read more... )