15minuteficlets: Word #88

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heinous_bitca) wrote in

15minuteficlets,
@ 2005-01-02 23:32:00

Current mood:

contemplative

Word #88
*steps in again*

Please post a link here to your ficlet, but ficlets in comments are fine as well. If you do write the ficlet on your own page, please put the word behind an lj-cut tag (or hidden in some way), so as not to spoil anyone for the word.

Word for today is: Complicated.

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	sarajayechan 2005-01-03 04:36 am UTC (link)
	(...today was my day, wasn't it? Gah, I'm sorry! ;_; I suck...I completely blanked!) (Reply to this) (Thread)

	heinous_bitca 2005-01-03 04:39 am UTC (link)
	S'okay. Happy New Year! (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	sarajayechan 2005-01-03 04:41 am UTC (link)
	You too. ^^ (Reply to this) (Parent)

	florahart 2005-01-03 05:00 am UTC (link)
	Astonishingly, I wrote non-smut with my oh-so-smutful RPG character. 15 minutes, 375 words, Gen, Nothing alarming to rate for, Charlie Weasley and others, here. (Reply to this)

blackjackrocket
2005-01-03 05:05 am UTC (link)

Well crap, my fic came out really badly. And it has nothing to do with the word, either. Ah well, rated G, Pokémon, Jirarudan-centric.

It was a lovely machine, really. Of course, I wouldn't have had it any other way--none but the best.

They told me it would be more than I could afford. I told them they were underestimating me. As it was, I just barely managed to pay it off while still living in comfort. Sure, one may look at me and wonder what sort of scale I use to judge such a thing, but to one of my standing, appearence is everything.

Alas, it seems I am off on yet another tangent. Pardon if I am distracted by my own tales of such a time in my life.

I never imagined when I set off to design it that the end result would be so magnificent. A fantastic ship, a new Argo for the modern era, a ship truely suited to hold within it the legends of old.

I had it only for a short time, not even a year. But for that brief, glittering time, I owned the skies.

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zessa
2005-01-03 06:25 am UTC (link)

My first attempt at a 15 minute fic... be kind :)

West Wing, Donna centric, post-impact winter.

Complicated

When had things gotten so damn complicated? I don't know...

When did working for a man I adore eventually become a strange twisted mess of emotion and loyalty? To quote that punky kid that I used hear on the radio on the way to work, "Why Does everything have to be so complicated?"

I needed more, I wanted more, and he was to tied up in his own strange Joshua world to notice that. I used to almost co-habituate with him in his weird Josh world. After Germany, I tore myself away, and he closed off.

Why is it always so fucking complicated?

It can't be love, someone you love doesn't do what he did to me. A lover doesn't fluff you off like yesterdays garbage. But he's not a friend...a friend doesn't fly to Germany leaving the side of the most powerful man in the country at the drop of a hat.

So what is it?

I feel tears slide down my cheeks, as I lay back on scratchy bleached out green hotel bed spread. 5 hours to the start of New Hampshire primary, and I'm not with my candidate.

It was so hard the first few weeks of campaigning, Te connecting door, the strange weird Josh and Donna symbol for relationship was locked and bolted down tight.

I needed to grow, I needed to move on. I sit up and wipe the tears. I find my suit jacket hanging on the chair where I left it and I flip it on. I open the door and am nearly blinded by the sun. Time for your game face woman, I think.

I wave to Will; it's time to get a good man elected.

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	furiosity 2005-01-03 07:31 am UTC (link)
	Title: Picture of You Fandom: Harry Potter Rating: PG (preslash, HP/DM) Time/Word Count: 15 minutes / 537 words Summary: Draco catches Harry doing something he shouldn't be doing. Harry waits for the repercussions, but they are entirely different from what he'd thought. Link: Picture of You (Reply to this) (Thread)

	_lsl_ 2005-01-03 11:36 am UTC (link)
	that was... AWESOME! Keep up the wonderful work! (Reply to this) (Parent)

	christhiane 2005-01-03 02:33 pm UTC (link)
	I agree with _lsl_, awsome. =) (Reply to this) (Parent)

	christhiane 2005-01-03 01:12 pm UTC (link)
	Author: Jalita/Christhiane Title: America Rating: G Challenge: 15minuteficlets, Word 88 Words: 244 Athor's note: Based on the lyrics of the song "America" by Paul Simon. The last paragraph is taken directly from the song. I love it. Feedback: Yes please. America (Reply to this)

	gilrandir 2005-01-03 02:26 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Daisy Petals Fandom: Original Rating: G (Reply to this)

Mine For This Week

cupkeyk
2005-01-03 04:59 pm UTC (link)

The thud of rubber padding on carpet repeats itself over and over in intervals of fifteen minutes to thirty. The free weights area is filled with grunting and heavy breathing that these blend perfectly well into the humming of the gym heaters. Working out in the winter is as much an effort as working out itself.

I am wearing a cotton t-shirt with sweat pants. Nothing complicated, it’s what I usually wear throughout the year. But in other benches I see sweaters and shorts. I see legs whitening as the cold dry air chaps skin into flakiness. Meanwhile, the effort they are subjecting themselves into are making dinner plate-sized pit marks on their sweaters. I imagine those same marks gathering the cold of the room into torturous patches pressed against their skin.

Meanwhile, a man whose eye bags run halfway down his cheeks huffs the last of his butterflys. He too is wearing a sweater on shorts. He has an ivy-league sweater. He is wearing board shorts. I see him running on a beach, tossing his sweater away, pulling a board off the sand and attacking the six-foot waves with the enthusiasm that could only be love. But instead he looks angry, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. He drops the thirty-fives to the sides of his bench and rubs some feeling back in to his legs. He bellows with his sweater letting some cool air in.

He’ll regret that later.

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Mine!

bashipforever
2005-01-03 07:05 pm UTC (link)

Title: Complicated
Fandom: Btvs
Summary: Buffy/Angel post ‘Angel’ Btvs S1
Rated: PG

If her head had been in the clouds a little less, if her thoughts had been on something beside a tall, dark, broody someone she might have noticed the person following her sooner. As it was, she didn’t even become aware until she was at her house, posed in front of the tree to climb through her window. She got the peculiar, neck tingling feeling and a smile played over her lips.

“You know, we’re really going to have to talk about your stalking issues.”

A deep chuckle came from the shadows seconds before he stepped out. “I wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

“Aww, that’s sweet, but I’m the slayer. I’m always safe…or in danger…anyway, it’s a walk home not an apocalypse.”

He shrugged. “Maybe I wanted to walk you home.” He gave her an all too brief glimpse of his sexy half grin. She was sure it was on purpose, something that sexy didn’t happen by accident. She was sixteen year old girl, she knew these things.

She stepped closer to him, her hands coming to rest on his chest. “Maybe?”

He bent his head so that his lips were a whisper from hers. “Maybe.”

She lowered her eyes, unable to meet the intensity in his gaze. She swallowed hard, catching a glimpse of pale, marble, flesh framed by the white collar of his chest. Her brow furrowed and she raised a hand to glide her fingers just over the burn there.

He bit back a groan, the pain of her almost touch much more than the pain her fingertips caressing that raw, burnt skin would cause.

“Angel, what happened?” Her eyes looked up at him confused, mystified. He hadn’t had time to get into a fight and stalk her on the way home.

It was his turn to look away, cast his eyes toward the ground. He shrugged a little. “Your-that kiss” he stopped and started, the memory of her lips against his causing more turmoil than a burn ever could.

She gasped, her hand flying to the cross at her neck. “Oh God, I am so sorry. I am such an idiot! I didn’t even think!” She paused in berating herself as the obvious question came to mind. “Why didn’t you say anything…the pain…” she winced, remembering the way vampires screamed when she used a cross against them.

He looked back up at her, that half grin taking reign again. “What pain?”

Confusion marred her features again. “That-when I kissed…I burned you. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “There was only the kiss.” He leaned toward her, lips brushing her like a birds wing and than deeper, staking his claim. She wrapped herself around him, trying to get closer, needing to be a part of him. She didn’t care, didn’t remember that they were in her front yard, her back pushed up against the rough bark of the tree. He pulled away, giving her time to catch her breath, his skin smoking again.

“You know, if we keep this up…things could get complicated.” There was a serious warning in his eyes. There was also a desire that burned her from the inside.

“I never really liked simple. Complicated is so much more exciting,” she promised.

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	Re: Mine! tpeej 2005-01-04 01:36 am UTC (link)
	Oh man that was great. LOVED it. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	Re: Mine! bashipforever 2005-01-04 01:39 am UTC (link)
	Thanks so much :) I love to write old school Btvs (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	Re: Mine! tpeej 2005-01-04 01:41 am UTC (link)
	Loved the story, it was so them. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: Mine! zilly14 2005-01-07 02:49 pm UTC (link)
	Loved it!!! :) (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	Re: Mine! bashipforever 2005-01-07 03:49 pm UTC (link)
	Thanks! (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Yet another CSI ficlet my_writing 2005-01-03 10:05 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Untitled at present, part of a larger fic Fandom: CSI Rating: G (for this piece) Word Count: 322 Comment: This is pitiful for me! I usually do around 400 words or so in a fifteen minute period. sigh It's today's post, January 3, 2005. (Reply to this)

	sayianchild86 2005-01-03 11:28 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Forgetting To Remember Fandom: Dragon Ball Z Rated: G Genre: Angst, Sci fi Words: 455 (Reply to this)

	cack_handed 2005-01-04 01:44 am UTC (link)
	Title: Annoying Songs Fandom: Sports Slash (MLB, Houston Astros, Lidge/Backe) Rated: PG (Reply to this)

cute_insanity
2005-01-04 01:58 am UTC (link)

Fandom: Weiss Kreuz with a splash of Mary-sue
Rating: G
Characters/pairing: Youji/OC(Reiko Takatori), Ryu(OC#2)
Words: 456

Things get complicated when you get more than a platonic relationship. There’s always bumping into each other, and those awkward silent moments when people catch you staring, especially if you’re trying to hide it… and that’s something that Reiko caught onto quickly.

Reiko and Youji had met at a bar, so platonic was not the word that would immediately pop into your mind for their relationship, especially since it started as a one night stand. But there was something the next morning that made them cut it off at exactly one night, and turn towards platonic… at the time, Reiko was only seventeen. When Youji found out there was a flurry of emotions from angry and hateful to guilt and arousal. He couldn’t help but be friends with her, since she was interesting enough and had caught his attention not with her looks but the way she handled situations.

But so many things make their relationship complicated… first was the age issue, and the fact that Reiko turned eighteen in only another month from that incident. But beyond that, there was the fact that Reiko was engaged, and also Omi’s cousin. She knew that Ryu would kill anyone who came near her if he found out she had slept with someone, especially if it wasn’t him; and she knew things about Omi that he still hid from the group, and things that he was uncomfortable with even her knowing, let alone Youji, Aya or Ken. He couldn’t deal with it if she leaked his secrets to them and betrayed his trust, but she couldn’t hide things from Youji for long. And every time that their relationship became complicated, everyone knew that something was up. It was harder to hide something when you argue about it in broad daylight, and it was definitely harder to keep it from the few friends that you have in life.

But somehow, they manage to maintain something fairly close to normal, aside from running around behind Ryu’s back and slipping in and out of Youji’s bedroom so that people wouldn’t be appalled at the fact that he still kept her around, but it was getting harder and harder for either of them to deal. Youji’s girlfriend’s never stayed long, because of their history, their connections, or Youji’s past. It was just a matter of time before Reiko would disappear away from the flower shop for good, and maybe even from the public eye all together, which was something a Takatori did not do. So what was Reiko’s big secret? What was the thing that was going to break them up? What was the one thing that could ruin such a perfect relationship that had exceeded it’s time limit?

She loved him.

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	shoroko 2005-01-04 05:23 am UTC (link)
	24. Major spoilers for s4. Michellefic. PG. 595 words. That's What They Liked to See (Reply to this)

gatewaygirl
2005-01-04 05:43 am UTC (link)

Okay, I've never done this before, so....

Fandom: HP
Rating: PG-13?
Characters/pairing: Harry, Charlie,
Words: 345

Harry thought things would be simpler when Voldemort was gone. The Death Eaters would surrender, confess, or be hunted down one by one, he would be released from his virtual imprisonment, he would develop a social life, find a special girl, and settle down. It wasn't like that at all.

Oh, he'd been pretty much right about the Death Eaters. It was seven months later, now, and Kingsley was already bored with the five cold trails he had left. Harry was nearly as trapped though -- this time by fame rather than risk. He had nothing closer to a normal social life. He could go out, certainly, but even the people who didn't try to approach him, to tell him how they adored him, to ask for his autograph -- even they watched his every move. Worse yet, now that he could, he didn't seem to have any interest in the girls he met.

He experimented with the thought he might be gay. He even watched some rather alarming Muggle porn with Dean. In the end, he decided that didn't do anything for him either.

Probably, he decided, I have been so emotionally stunted by my restricted environment that I can't develop normal attractions. After some consideration, and remembering Dean's movie, he decided not to attempt to slog through a catalog of less conventional interests. If it's something nasty or complicated, I'd rather not know.

That is, until Christmas at the Weasleys. Pretty much everyone else had collapsed of exhaustion or drink, but Charlie, who was recovering from a nasty squashed ankle, was sober, if not ambulatory. He'd sent Harry a wink and an offer over his mother's sleeping form, and a minute later Harry was in Romania, watching him soothe a dragon.

They'd ridden up on the warm, smooth, scaly back, hills dropping below clouds below them, and the rumbling breath of the dragon sending vibrations through Harry's body, and Charlie's touches weren't alarming or disgusting, but just a part of the joy of the air.

There were worse things, Harry decided, than complicated.

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	pokerkitten 2005-01-04 04:41 pm UTC (link)
	Title: The Angel Chronicles – Of All The Offices In All The Towns In All the World… Fandom: Angel Rating: G The Angel Chronicles – Of All The Offices In All The Towns In All the World… (Reply to this)

	miyuki_mina 2005-01-04 05:47 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Priceless Fandom: Cyborg Soldier 009 Link: HERE. (Reply to this)

	violet_quill 2005-01-04 10:23 pm UTC (link)
	"Sexual History" Good Omens / Harry Potter crossover Crowley/Harry, Crowley/James, Crowley/Lily, Crowley/Aziraphale, Aziraphale/Remus PG-13 Link. (Reply to this)

tainted4life
2005-01-04 11:09 pm UTC (link)

Title: Simple and Clean
Wordcount: 315
Fandom: Vagrant Story
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, for implied sex; HET warning. If het squicks you, don't read. If Ash/Syd is your OTP, don't read. The end!

"You came to me and said, Wish I could prove I love you, But does that mean I have to walk on water? When we are older you'll understand It's enough when I say so And maybe some things are that simple."
-- SIMPLE AND CLEAN, Utada Hikaru

Ashley Riot stared at the reflection in the mirror as he mused about the circles under his eyes, and what to do about them.

This had been the third week in a row he'd shown up for guard duty late, rumpled, unshaven and tired. The shift captain was giving him strange looks and acting as though young 'Cal' had a secret, and asking funny questions that seemed to suggest 'when are you going to propose?'

Damn Merlose, he thought. Damn wench is going to make me destroy my pretext. I'm attracting too much notice as it is.

"Something wrong?" Merlose's voice called from the bedroom.

He sighed, shaking his head, and began to scrape the razor against his skin. A bit too much of a beard for a 'youngun'...

Just another damn thing that could threaten his lie, bringing the total up to twenty-six.

When did my life get so damn complicated? He snarled. Sydney, why couldn't you have just KEPT your City?

But, of course, Sydney gave no answer. The sudden presence in his mind had shocked him, but Sydney had soon buried himself with all the oldest souls, content to rest with silence.

A rather grim portent for his future. If Sydney, creature of boundless curiosity, who couldn't keep his damned knife-hands out of anything was content to rest in the back of his head instead of make him organize things, or just poke and annoy him, then what sort of busy eternal life would he lead?

Ah, Batistum, he thought. The immortality you seek has more consequences and complications than you could possibly imagine. If you had to live my life for a day, surely you would run whimpering from such power, wouldn't you?

Outside, the clocktower tolled five bells.

And for once, there was no reason to swear as he realized he was late.

This time, he was eight minutes early.

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lilypeters
2005-01-04 11:41 pm UTC (link)

Title: Complicated
Author: Roxy Parkington
Fandom: Pokemon
Summary: Madame Boss reflects on the "brat boy" she raised, loved, and despised.

He was, no, he still is, so complicated that not even I could understand him. His father was an enigma and the son we raised was very much the same, always lurking in the shadows...and preferring to stay that way. Perhaps that's why we never got along.

Oh, he was a good boy when he was younger, following the path of a Rocket-in-the-making dutifully, but as he grew older it was clear our views on life were very different. I turned him loose on the streets to recruit some younger Rockets...and that's when he met her. She was subtle, demure, and beautiful, too soft for any type of life at the Rocket headquarters. Something about her changed him, I could see it for many months. I was crystal-clear when we saw each other: give up the girl.

Being the brat boy he was, he defied me and took her to Pallet Town, where they married secretly. He returned home and life resumed as it normally would. As much as I despise him, I still pray that when he takes my place, the Team will be in good hands; it's too strong of an organaztion to lose.

No matter what excuses he throws at me, he'll always be my son, the brat boy...the one I love and hate.

~Roxy~

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	meltyoudown 2005-01-05 02:41 am UTC (link)
	Title: Stop Saying That Fandom: The West Wing Category: Josh/Donna/Amy. R. http://www.livejournal.com/users/meltyoudown/23554.html#cutid2 (Reply to this)

Mot quatre-vignt-huit...

irishvampire13
2005-01-05 03:20 am UTC (link)

Author: IV13
Title: 'S'mores'
Fandom: 'Gargoyles', no specific timeframe
Rating: PG-ish?
Athor's note: I seem to be on a s'mores kick. Also, since this is my first fanfic for this community, I guess it's only fair to admit that I don't own these characters. If I did, I'd have the DVD set of the first season. *laughs*

~*~ Smores ~*~

"Thanks for inviting us up here tonight," Lexington called from the stove where he and Brooklyn were stationed, melting chocolate and toasting marshmallows. "We should go camping sometime."

Elisa laughed, setting a platter down in front of the others. "I've got some vacation time coming up this summer; let's talk about it then."

"These s'mores are great," Broadway said. Polishing one off, he immediately reached for seconds. Or thirds...or fifths; nobody had bothered to keep track. With his appetite, it was useless to try.

"Aye, but they're a bit difficult to eat," Hudson responded. He proved his point when he bit into the snack and watched strings of melted marshmallow form.

"Ah, it's no harder than eatin' a pizza."

"He oughta know," Brooklyn chuckled over the stove flame.

Goliath shot them a stern look to prevent any verbal skirmishes that might have been sparked. When everyone quickly turned back to what they were doing, he smiled. "I think they're just fine, Elisa. A perfect treat for such a cold night."

"Yeah, and they'd probably make great sex-snacks," she answered, sucking a bit of chocolate off of her finger. "They say that chocolate is an aphrodesiac."

There was a long moment of silence as the others took that in. Then, there was a mad dash to the window.

"I'm outta here!"

"Hey, Brooklyn! Wait for us!"

"I'm right behind ye, lads!"

"Me and my big mouth," Elisa muttered, red-faced, watching them glide off into the snowy night. "They're probably laughing like a bunch of schoolboys now."

"Maybe so." A hand fell on her shoulder, and she turned to find Goliath staring down at her, eyebrows raised in amusement. "Tell me more about this...'sex snack'."

"Uh, it's..." Elisa stammered and laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. "It's...complicated."

He tilted her chin up with one taloned finger, gently making her look into his eyes. "Tell me, anyway."

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	Re: Mot quatre-vignt-huit... zilly14 2005-01-07 02:52 pm UTC (link)
	LoL!!! That was funny!!!! Good job! :) (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	Re: Mot quatre-vignt-huit... irishvampire13 2005-01-07 09:37 pm UTC (link)
	giggles Thanks! (Reply to this) (Parent)

	ambrosewulf 2005-01-05 05:04 am UTC (link)
	Title: Star of Mourning Fandom: Orignal Author: Dave, DC Rating: PG Warnings: Light angst, Death Scene Word Count: 614 Linkage (Reply to this)

	pink_madness 2005-01-06 11:17 am UTC (link)
	on Domoto Koichi of the KinKi Kids (Reply to this)

	cosmorific 2005-01-08 01:57 am UTC (link)
	Title: Voyeurism Fandom: Weiss Kreuz Rating: NC-17 Characters: Aya, Yohji, female OC (unnamed) Contains: het, voyeurism, m/m (imagined) Notes: This fic was originally inspired, if you can believe it, by the song "Flap Your Wings" by 50 Cent. I've been tossing it around in my head for ages, but this is as good an excuse as any to get it down in print. Here 'tis! (Reply to this)

	tripoverhercats 2005-01-08 07:21 am UTC (link)
	Title: Devil on the Line Fandom: Devil May Cry (post game 2) Rating: PG-13 for language Sometimes a stakeout just doesn't go as planned... http://www.livejournal.com/users/tripoverhercats/8734.html (Reply to this)

	green_and_warty 2005-01-08 10:41 am UTC (link)
	Title: (Er... Unoriginally) Complicated. (Perhaps "Simple" or "Simplicity" would be more apt) Fandom: Original (thus it makes NO sense) Rating: G Notes: Ee, first time trying this. I like it, though.. kind of a push to write without an intimidating time frame. it is simple (Reply to this)

	clez_ficlets 2005-01-08 07:53 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Innocence Lost Fandom: LXG Rating: PG Genre: Angst/Pensive Words: 910 Time: 14 minutes (Reply to this)

	bausserirdische 2005-01-08 10:11 pm UTC (link)
	Rated: G Warnings: None Fandom: Original Genre: General Words: 405 ( Read More... ) (Reply to this)

	jordannamorgan 2005-01-09 01:54 am UTC (link)
	I'm new around here. :) I'm really not good at writing anything on a time limit or under 500 words, but I figured this community would be a good exercise, so here goes. Complicated - X-Men movieverse, 14.5 minutes, 160-odd words, rated G. Posted at my X-Men fiction community, ani_mag. (Reply to this)

Diluted

fairy_dust_2430
2005-01-11 09:38 pm UTC (link)

Diluted

Everything seems far too complicated; with the thousand lies that swirl around me every day it gets harder and harder to remember my words. To keep my stories alive and well. It’s always been like this, since I was young, the lies. My parents force-fed me their stories, which was all well and good until one day I caught on. One day I realized the truths that I never wanted to know. From that point on I knew, I knew what lies were. I knew how they worked and what you’d say. It was all like an intricate little maze of social realities that I had figured out early on. My innocence was smeared away, replaced by cold, black words. I just never really thought there was anything wrong with it. I never sat down and thought of the repercussions and the sadness and the painful reveal of a once-shrouded truth. Words like consequences and blatant did not exist to me.

I had soon found that lies were everywhere. I had seemed to acquire this sixth sense, I could taste a lie on my tongue, and I could hear a tale being told. My whole body rung with a silent alarm. To me, lies were transparent, all except my own. But with every lie and every untruthful word spoken this tiny lump of your conscience would melt away. Slowly, I felt bad for nothing and regrets were a thing of the past. Something for other’s to deal with. But not me. If you have lied every day since you were six, it hardly seems to effect you anymore. At least, not that you can see. But as time went on I noticed I was paranoid of the world around me. I couldn’t breathe or speak. My secrets were close guarded and many. I felt like I couldn’t trust anyone. All liars. Liars just like me.

Emotions were foreign and life was confusing. I felt alone and defensive. Trust in any form was absent form my life. It carries through with me to this very day. Haunting me and reminding me or how horrid humans can be, and how horrid I was. I wove my dizzy tales and told my selfish lies. I became consumed and engulfed in my world or imaginary reality. It was all one too many stories to recount. It’s the reason that I never fell in love and the reason I moved far, far away from here. It was my weakness and my addiction. It was all too much to handle, that was the reason I did it. I was drowning in my world. It was only a blade, glinting in the sun, smooth and rigid. I held it in my hand letting the slow seeping of crimson trickle down my arm. I was punishing myself for all the lies I told and all the people I hurt. I let the world collapse around me as my eyes went black. I wanted to escape with utter passion, and escape I did. The world had become a slow, steady complication. Bundled and thrust together into my thousands of lies. Breaking me as the truth came seeping out. My lies had vanished and the only thing remained was a broken life drenched in blood and splattered in lies.

A/N: depressing, yes. I think it's about a compulsive liar, you know the type. Tortured by their own reality and suffocated by lies. I forgot how precious truth really is.

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	Goldberg redwolfoz 2005-01-14 06:55 am UTC (link)
	( Goldberg ) — original (Reply to this)

	tarma 2005-03-25 12:57 am UTC (link)
	Title: Confusion Author: Haruka tarma Fandom: Okane ga Nai Rated: R Note: Be warned that this story is based on a yaoi manga with non-consensual sexual situations between two adult males. http://www.livejournal.com/users/canadian_haruka/18152.html#cutid1 (Reply to this)

starlit_desires
2005-05-02 05:26 am UTC (link)

Title: Decisions
Author: sweetness

starlit_desires
Fandom: Buffyverse
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Set just before "The Wish."

Cordelia sighed as she watched her former friends, if Harmony and the other sycophants who had hanged onto her could be called friends. When she had told Buffy that she was alone even if people surrounded her, she hadn’t been lying. And now she knew the truth of those words. She had no one really, and she had never felt more alone than she did now. She really couldn’t go back to Harmony and the others even if she had wanted to. It wasn’t even a question of the others not accepting her, she knew over time she could convince them to take her back. No, she couldn’t go back because she wasn’t really that self-absorbed girl that she had once been. Even if she continued to act like she was.
And it wasn’t as if she could go back to Buffy’s little gang of friends. That would be even worse. She would have to watch as Xander moved on with his life and probably dated Willow. After all, neither had the problem of having a boyfriend or girlfriend preventing them from being together. Cordelia weighed her options as she got out of her car, and as much as she didn’t want to, she decided that she would go back to Harmony and the others. If only because she didn’t want to go to the library to see Willow and Xander making eyes at one another. For once she could imagine how Willow must have felt, and that was a feeling she didn’t like. After all she was Cordelia Chase and that meant she couldn’t feel sympathy for pathetic little nerds like Willow Rosenberg.

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