Hey flist. I pretty much never post on this anymore. I just use it to read other people's journals. But with the holidays coming up I wanted to let everyone know about the coolest charity possible ( Read more... )

the last time i posted was 28 weeks ago...good lord. Anyway just thought I'd pass along a poem I wrote a little while ago. And yes there was a little bit of lyrical influence, but It wasn't the same when I got rid of it ( Read more... )

What Be Your Nerd Type?
Your Result: Literature Nerd

Does sitting by a nice cozy fire, with a cup of hot tea/chocolate, and a book you can read for hours even when your eyes grow red and dry and you look sort of scary sitting there with your insomniac appearance? Then you fit this category perfectly! You love the power of the written word and it's ( Read more... )

my goodness, I've been so busy not using the computer much that I compleetly forgot about you for several weeks. Sorry, I promise to be better about keeping up on everyone else's journals in the future.

allright y'all. I rarely post in this deal caled LJ. I mostly use it to read other people's journals and fanfic. But This is for a good cause. Everybody needs to go check out Child's Play. It's the coolest awesomest charity ever! The basic gist is that you get to buy toys and books for kids in Children's hospitals all over the world, pick the ( Read more... )

totally didn't even skew my answers and this is what I got. weee


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The assignemnt here was to write a scene in which person A wanted something from Person B but couldn't/wouldn't ask for it outright, and to write it from person B's perspective. Have a read and lemme know what you think...it's the first time I've written anything, uhh, smutty. ::Grins:: I think it turned out pretty well ( Read more... )

Fuck You! I'm supposed to be writing the essay that's due tomorrow (now today), and for the last two hours I've just been watching assorted firefly videos on your site. In closing, thanks for all your help, I hate you.
Lots of love,
KAte

This is the most recent exercise for my creative writing class. The promt was to write a scene in which the character makes a decision they know is morally wrong ( Read more... )

I found myself standing on the back porch staring at the jumbled mess that the backyard has become. The sun shines through the latticework and casts intricate shadows around my feet. This was my mother’s domain, this quarter acre, and she filled it with row up on row of vegetation. Flowers, vegetables, fruit trees, none were exempt from her ( Read more... )