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Want is a Bullet to the Soul
Title: Want is a Bullet to the Soul
Author: with_rhyme
Characters/Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 1,245
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He has spent the last five years wanting, and if hope is the thing with feathers that perches on the soul, want is the bullets that rip right through it.
Author's Notes: This fic was written for the HP Fanfiction Prompts' contest ( Read more... ) -
Chance Encounters With An Awesome Person
So I was cashiering today, in the middle of a double shift, when this woman and her daughter came up to ring out their items. The girl, who was about my age, had a handful of One Direction items, so I immediately got ready to mock her (silently, in my judgmental little brain). But before I could quite get the thought formed in my mind, the girl ( Read more... ) -
Oh, right! Oh, right....
Mmmm ( Read more... ) -
All's Been Quiet on with_rhyme's Front
Sorry for the radio silence lately, folks, but life has been insane with graduation and a new job and illness and family coming into town; I'm finally on a schedule for the first time in months, if not years, and I didn't think I would but I like it ( Read more... ) -
Icarus
“And nightly Icarus probes his wound
And daily in his workshop, curtains carefully drawn,
Constructs small wings and tries to fly
To the lighting fixture on the ceiling:
Fails every time and hates himself for trying.”
-Third stanza, Icarus, Edward Field
This stanza strikes me as particularly tragic, especially that line: “Fails every time and hates ( Read more... ) -
My mind is thrumming, my eyes are drooping.
I have been trying to write for hours, literally hours, and the ideas are finally beginning to flow when all I want to do is lay my head down and sleep. Characters are fussy things, it would seem, unforgiving and terribly inconsiderate. How rude. Somehow, these fictional people I've made up in my head have control over me. When did this happen? My ( Read more... ) -
Depress me, please.
I have to listen to depressing music while I write, because I’m messed up like that.
So thank you, UP and The Tree of Life soundtracks, for sponsoring tonight’s writing sessions. All of my tears belong to you.
With tears,
with_rhyme
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Don't do it. Just don't. Please don't.
I’m going to share one of my pet peeves about writing, in general and specifically something that seems to come up a lot in fanfiction and other online writing escapades.
I hate it when eyes are described as “orbs”.
I HATE IT WHEN EYES ARE DESCRIBED AS “ORBS”.
There. See? I put it in all caps because I have such strong feelings about it.
If I have to ( Read more... ) -
Chipping away.
I understand now what Michelangelo meant when he said that he could see the statue completed inside a great gleaming block of marble, and all he had to do, all he could do, was chip away until he uncovered it.
I think writing is like that, at least for me. I’m building this story with all of these little pieces, waiting for the day when I’ve written ( Read more... ) -
Truer Words Were Never Spoken
"Most songs have meager beginnings. You wake up in the morning, you throw on your suspenders, and you subvocalize and just think. They seem to form like calcium. I can't think of a story right off the bat that was that interesting. I write things on the back of my hand, usually, and sing into a tape recorder."
-Tim Waits ( Read more... )