I'm once again feeling uninspired, with a lack of ideas for writing. Help?

Give me a topic and a character, pretty please.

Calli- Lost
Faith- Requiem (yep, she's still in play)
Morgan- Awakening

Morgan pushed away the book in disgust. She'd been reading for hours and had nothing to show for it. Hours... in her pocket of time turned into days that she had spent in research trying to figure out what Sothis had done at the duel. And she was no further along than when she'd first started. She rubbed her eyes, head aching from the lack of sleep ( Read more... )

Morgan stepped through the Portal, blindly trusting to her patron goddess that it would be where she needed to be. She opened her eyes to find herself in a circular room, all made of concrete. At once she recognized it as the room where Aurora died. Almost at the same time, she saw that the place existed on several planes of reality at once, and ( Read more... )

Morgan stood alone in her ritual room, eyes fully focused on the movements of her familiar. The cat was bounding around the room, seemingly at random, moving almost too fast to see. Her lips barely moved as she chanted in the High Speech, again attempting a spell she once knew well ( Read more... )

She stood in a field or clearing of some sort, only bare earth under  her feet. She herd howling winds all about her, felt the sting of sand and rain lashing her face. She opened her eyes to the dream, waited for the Lady to show her what needed to be seen ( Read more... )

I'm still working the suggesting from charligir1 around in my head, post  to follow soon ( Read more... )

Faith lounged in her rooms, mind hazy with the aftermath of pleasure. Lucien had been, as always, an attentive lover. She poured another glass of his fine lacrima, sipped the dark liquid. She savored the taste as she thought back to years gone by. She had known him most of her unlife, known his brand of temptation. He let her forget, just for a ( Read more... )

Morgan moved about her house, tidying. The already neat home was now immaculate, each rug freshly beaten and every window sparkling. The garden was weed free, hedges trimmed and the birdbath had been newly filled.  First fruits from her garden rested on her kitchen table, ready for the high festival of Lughnassah. An apple still warn from the sun, ( Read more... )

Morgan sat at her desk, flipping through the athenaeum's archive of Lex Magica and Charters. She hated politics and all the formality of Consilii... hated the unnecessary structure. She sighed, reading the tiny print of a past Lex of Baton Rouge. This was going to take all night. She needed a coffee.

She stood and brushed a hand over her eyes. Yes, ( Read more... )

Morgan waited for midnight to roll by, using the time to finish her preparations for her ritual. She gathered the items she would require, placing them neatly in her back garden. A thin ground cloth, natural linen she had woven for this purpose. A silver chalice filled with amber mead, from her sister's last batch, Da's old recipe. Her sickle- ( Read more... )