From the prompt "chandelier". Feel better bb~

Title: Unexpected Green Thumb
Fandom: Count Cain
Word Count: 370
Genre: gen/horror

( Halloween is approaching, after all. )

Give me the title of a story I've never written, and feedback telling me what you liked best about it, and I will tell you any of: the first sentence, the last sentence, the thing that made me want to write it, the biggest problem I had while writing it, why it almost never got posted, the scene that hit the cutting room floor but that I wish I'd been able to salvage, or something else that I want readers to know. Forced into this by Smoke, by the way. With a gun to my head.

And to catch up on one:
01. Comment to this entry saying 'ICONS!' and I will pick 6 of your icons.

02. Make an entry in your own journal and talk about the icons I picked!

( Icon meme, from xturncoatxiii )

I don't think it's ever too soon for Billy Mays jokes. Anyway-

LIMITED TIME OFFER

School starts on Tuesday and I'm going to be doing even less writing than I already am (I do do some, just... nothing's ready to be posted). So, in order to get it out of my system, I'm going to comment-box fill prompts for the next two days. From... now, until let's say 10 PM my time (CTZ), post one prompt in every comment (comment as many times as you would like) and I will write fills. Nothing under a hundred words, no less, but it would not be amiss to expect exactly a hundred for some. Comment box'd, so not exactly my most polished or edited work. Forgive errors, either grammatical or stylistic.

GOGOGO.

I went to Poland, it was cool. Am back. School starts on Tuesday. (Senior year omfg, I am not a senior). Took senior pictures today! We'll see how those go.

The main point of this entry: I wrote two things in Poland. They're kinda... different, though. I don't know what I would label them. They're kind of stream of consciousness, I guess, and kind of personal journalism? It's conversational and switches between fiction and reality and it's all me, narrating, so let me know what you think of it, I guess? What you think it is. Does this even count as creative writing? Am I just a total tool who talks to her computer screen pointlessly? Let me rephrase that question in a more constructive way: Is this something I should pursue?

I guess I would really like criticism on this.

The first is "Poland (#1)" and the second is "Warsaw, you know, rises". As always, anything original is copyright me, whether or not it's worth stealing.

( These also tell you much about how I saw Poland! )

"Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!"

He loosens his tie and pulls off his black Versace suit jacket, slinging it over his shoulder, and grins.

This is largely practical, since she never answers questions after they are asked.

Look, I’m just going to take a moment here to defend the South.

“Your language makes no fucking sense.”

She made it five steps before she turned around and retrieved the coffee.

Denmark and Sweden are sitting across a table from each other, and both look tired.

But these are the future memories, not memories of the past.

The doors to St. Mary Magdalene’s Church shuddered, splintered, and shattered. Screams, smoke, and sanguine slaughter.

The sky looked like latex, and they were probably too late.

Guess the fandom!

My day has been awful and it's not even over. I'm going to whine about it on my lj, because goddammit, that's what an lj is for.

So I stayed up until two working on my goddamn flight homework.

At flying, I spent an hour and a half (most of which was even after my lesson was technically over) arguing with my flight instructor. Apparently he's a pre-1850s, extreme capitalist who, essentially, doesn't believe in any of the things I believe in, including that every human has the basic right to health care and education. He doesn't believe that imperialism is a bad thing. He doesn't believe in any kind of welfare. He thinks a private police force would be not a bad idea. To finish up, he assigned me three more chapters of homework.

And then on the drive home some Somali woman on her cell phone in a fucking black Range Rover nearly wiped my car out of existence.

Goddammit, I need a nap. Public Service Announcement: I'm fucking cranky right now. I'm damn near cantankerous. And Erik is coming over later. Fucking– bitch– arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrg.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY IAMBICKILOMETER!
He turns 18 today, as many may have noticed due to the epic 546 comment'd post. (Thank you Smoke). I also wrote him Sulu gen, because my love runs deep. my love is like a shiny, shiny fencing foil oh my god I'm sorry Robert Burns In other news this entire thing is a tremendous abuse of the fact that I can actually fly an airplane. In fact, I fly a DA 20.

Title: Put The Nose on the Horizon to Reach the Sky
Rating: G for gen as fuck. Except for the swearing, which happens. So, like, PG-13?
Characters: Hikaru Sulu, mentions of Pavel Chekov and Scotty
Length: Exactly 500 words, which took some cutting.
A/N: Dedicated to Iambic. I hope you like it, and I hope you have a ~wonderful~ 18th birthday.

( rotate at 50 for optimal lift )

Here are the rules :

Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you.

Iambic's words:

Holy Grail, Minnesota, politics, life-altering injuries, happy endings.

( first five )

Smoke's words: Yellow, phone, Daphne, history, plane

( second five )

That was a long freaking meme. Next one~

ROLEPLAYME!

( my thread: here! )


I love this meme, seriously. Fun times.

It's my BIRTHDAY!

God I feel old. Sixteen's supposed to be this fabulous year, right? It kind of sucked. Oh well. Onwards!

ITT: awesome sparkles and the codes for them, because that's what I want for my birthday.

Tried a new restaurant today with Ben. It was good to see him, and we have a lot of fun. Food was excellent, too. Then we came back to my house and he beat me at Mario Kart. I'm out of practice!

Back from my college tours. Both places were supposed to be sunny and warm; in both it rained. Iambic you should have come, I'm sure you would have reveled in it. I was pissed.

( Hetalia )

First college trips tomorrow; I'm going to St. Louis and then on Tuesday to Chicago. Should be.... not particularly fun. But on the fun side, I am working on the arrangements for my dad and I to go spend ten days in Poland in August, which will be *awesome*.

Got my grades; they were good. Somehow managed to pull off an A in Chinese, mostly probably because the final was easy as hell, although my working my ass off second semester probably helped too. Got the highest score on the math final, with over a hundred percent, but that was because my teacher decided to make it out of 124 points instead of 135. Whatever, I'm just glad that class is done. My China/Japan teacher is keeping the three manga panels I drew and laminating them as an example, which I think is hilarious because they're actually terrible. I can't foreshorten so I just.... didn't. Still no word on APs, how agonizing.

Decided I'm reading War and Peace this summer. We'll see how that goes. Anyways, will update after Chicago!

Star Trek fic? Much love to smokexscribbles for taking a look at it for me <3, but I'd like to get a little bit more feedback on this before I go about cross-posting it. It is the first non-anon piece I've done in a while. So.

Title: K (or Constant)
Characters: Kirk, Chekov, Sulu; Sulu/Chekov
Warnings: Um, swearing? Introspection on a large scale. Probs spoilers for XI. Switching from 3rd to 2nd person and back. Chekov, which in rare cases causes heart palpitations and fainting from adorable.
Summary: There is no universe where Captain James Tiberius Kirk believes in no-win scenarios.

( MOVE MOVE MOVE )

Wow, actually, it's been a while. I'm definitely going to update more now– finished my last final exam yesterday! No grades yet, but surely you shall be hearing about those soon-ish. AP grades are the third week of July, and oh TRUST me you will hear about those. If they're good, there will probably be sparkles.

No, so I saw Star Trek for the second time yesterday. It's so. freaking. good. I've been working on a bit of fic (Smoke's seen it) that'll probably go up later today. Indoctrinated Erin anyways, she thought she was a proper nerd but hadn't ever seen Star Trek. What the hell. About 75% of my time now is dedicated to thinking about Star Trek though, which is probably bad. Also bad that everyone that's seen that movie with me came out, looked at me and said, "You're Bones." Literally, that was the first thing Heather said to me after the first time. But I'm okay with that.

I had my first flight lesson today! My instructor's super nice (and actually really adorable... albeit married and too old for me) and we're going up in the air tomorrow. He though I was 21 and smart, one of which is totally false and one of which is partly false, since I don't know a godddamn thing about airplanes. Twas fun though, and I'm looking forward to learning!

Thursday went to a Twins/Red Sox game with my mother, which was... interesting. Redmond, Gardenhire, Varitek, and Frankona all got thrown out in less than 20 minutes and 1 inning. Can they even *do* that? Plus, that umpire was SO biased for the Sox it was ridiculous. But cool to see and fun, even if we lost (3-1). Beckett pitched a great game.

Tonight my Euro class is havin' a party at Ms. Helbrecht-Wilson's house. It will be hilarious and fun. I believe we're playing Risk and watching WW2 movies. I'm going to make cookies, though, so I'd better get a move on and get to the store. Also, wash my car. He looks disgusting.

ETA: Helbrecht-Wilson thing is actually tomorrow, but car is washed and cookies are made. Also fic is posted.

OH MY GOD EURO AP EURO AP EURO AP I NEED TO STUDY

I'm only on, like, the freaking wars of religion. I have SO MUCH WORK TO DO

In other news, the English Civil War is like a messy divorce. See my study guide:
( cut )

Ugh stressful week. Anyway, happy Passover! Celebrate that all your first borns aren't dead, ye goyem. I'm going to celebrate not-being-a-slave. It's a good feeling.

Art left for Japan today; I'm jealous.

Had a college meeting with my councilor and parents. Gods I hate this process, I can't imagine it's worth it. We narrowed the list down to thirteen schools though, which is much more manageable.

Fell in love with Billy Collins' poetry. He was the US poet laureate for two years, and he's... modern. Mocking. Really really good. Here's one: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/litany/

I'm back from Puerto Rico.

If I hear one more derogatory comment about my appearance or my work ethic or my intelligence or my grades, I am either going to burst into tears or punch someone in the face, and I'm not sure which is more disturbing. My phone is broken so I can't call anyone because I don't know numbers, and I started to hyperventilate and took a shot of my inhaler, which is not the best solution but it works and fast. Called Natalie because I memorized her home phone but she was at a movie... I really need to get out of the house but I'm a little shaky so I shouldn't drive.

I have to deal with prom dresses tomorrow which is bad for my emotional stability (hah, joke) and see if my camera and phone are fixable and my mom wants me to replace my dying computer, but I can't really afford to do that right now.