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[nny]

I like this one, it's a good complement to t'other one I did. :D

Quote a bit of your best writing at me. Find a sentence or paragraph you're particularly proud of, and comment here with it.


You know you want to distract me from essay, guys...

*wheedles*


Note: I still like this and this, although both most likely need severe editation.

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[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Um. Er. :\ I guess this.


John under him is a revelation - imperfect, gorgeous, surface as untouched as the desert. It’s too much to take in at once; he breaks John down into small, manageable pieces, marking each of them with soft kisses so he'll know what goes where later when he puts John back together, and John gives it up like he’s been waiting for a reason, soft noises falling from his lips that almost sound like equations.

Rodney says, “Come on,” and John says, “Yes.”

[villainny.livejournal.com]

...blimey, love, that's beautiful.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Ahaha, you even have an appropriate icon! <333

[villainny.livejournal.com]

That's how I like to think my brain (http://villainny.livejournal.com/699868.html) looks on the inside.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

So technically I wrote angst-porn about the structure of your brain. This interests me.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Plz note:

WE BUILT THIS BRAIN CITY ON PORN ROCK AND ROLL!

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

Since you seem to be doing poetry ...

And we still have to try
Because there's a truth in that half-a-lie
From your half-a-mouth
Moving half-way south
Along the half-ridges of my spine
And I think you half-know
Just as well as half of I
That when you say you don't love me
It's at least half
A lie.

From "Half"

and Sodium (http://apiphile.livejournal.com/1383418.html), which I wrote YEARS AND YEARS ago. I wish I could write like that more often.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I just like my poetry better because I don't have to pretend I can plot...


and, plz note, I LIKE THAT AWFULLY

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

Which?

(You say beautiful things in your prose though ... why not quote some of that?)

EDIT: bollocks, I've caught Amanda's "though/thought" tic.

[winkingstar.livejournal.com]

I want to run like a barefoot song
in your head.
And, losing myself in your thoughts,
I will hide among your butterfly dreams
and wait for you.

[beeej.livejournal.com]

Erg. I almost never write anymore. But I've always been kinda pleased with this...

Methos settled his long body into a chaise and put his feet up. Resting his head on its cushioned back, he contemplated the stars. MacLeod was a force of nature just as brilliant as those shining lights, binding his friends and loved ones close within his sphere of influence. He'd tried to pull Methos into his orbit too. Methos had always managed to dance away. He'd kept circling back around though, like a moth flitting around the porch light at night. Always fearful that one day he'd fly too close.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

My favourite line from my poetry is still, I think,

The labyrinth, meanwhile, expands and puts down roots
No, no, that is not what I mean at all.

As to fanfiction, I'm inordinately fond of this bit of the Beetle AUs:

-shift- “I’m starting to think my universe isn’t so bad after all,” muttered Booster as Ted introduced him to someone called Neo -shift- “Go back where you came from,” hissed Batman, all bloody -shift- flowers and flowers and flowers and somewhere the green lady laughed and laughed -shift- “Plead not guilty,” Beetle whispered urgently. “I have a plan!” -shift-

Although it was a tough case between that and "Then we shall invade Brazil!"

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

PS I absolutely love that second poem, especially the start. I have a weakness for clever wordplay.