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wild_dreamer: (Utena - revolution)
Tuesday, September 21st, 2010 06:19 pm
Two new story posts over at [personal profile] inthe_dreaming for your perusal, if you are so inclined! Constructive criticism and any sort of commentary are always appreciated, but never required. I'm always happy to hear whether you liked it or not, though, and if you can articulate the reason you did or did not enjoy it, I'd love to know that as well.

First we have Dreams in Wonderland, which is a short prose-style scribble inspired by a combination of my new muse and S.J. Tucker's newest album. Short, sweet, and just a little mad.

Second, a possibly-unfinished piece of work, thoroughly inspired by my new muse. Wild Travelers is a bit of love for an artistic, bohemian lifestyle that I only get to share in small glimpses of in my real life.

Enjoy!


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And on a separate note, there are starving artists out there who need feeding. Please, even if you don't donate money, non-perishable goods or a good hot meal are always appreciated, and sometimes you can meet some amazing people by offering them a nice, hot meal somewhere.

Also, people who abandon a half can of Pringles and most of a box of raspberry filled donuts on a table at a college for hours and hours confuse me. But that's okay, because now I have a half can of Pringles and some delicious poison donuts to munch on. *Shrug.* Their loss, my delicious gain! Nomnomnom. (If I die of anthrax donuts, play Tainted Donuts at my funeral, plz kthx.)

ALSO. SCHOOL. YEY. I HAS IT. I am so freaking happy after a day of wandering around the campus. My shoulder hurts from hauling new books around (I knew I should have grabbed my backpack instead) but I wrote stuff (Wild Travelers was all done today between Self Defense class and Ceramics, as was another train-of-thought scribble which won't be shared) and did some photosynthesis in the sun and called a new and dear friend up just to chat.

I'm gonna love ceramics. I can tell already. I'm gonna love all my classes except maybe the online one. This makes me so happy.
wild_dreamer: (Torchwood - Gwen)
Saturday, October 17th, 2009 02:22 pm
Title: The Dragon
Author: wild-dreamer
Fandom: BBC's Merlin
Pairing: None.
Words: ~200
Summary: The last words the Great Dragon ever said to Uther Pendragon are also the words that condemned him to chains beneath the castle; they are the only reason the Dragon yet lives.

( The Dragon )

This story took me far longer than it should have to write; I got trapped on a word choice issue and ended up abandoning it for other things for a while. ♥ Enjoy!
wild_dreamer: (River - Watching U)
Thursday, May 14th, 2009 12:37 pm
For anyone interested in the writing of things, especially semi-epic things or crossover awesomeness...

I have a prompt for you.

Write me a Dr Who/Firefly crossover, with River Tam as the Doctor's companion.

She would stare into the heart of the Tardis, and the Doctor would be afraid. She would sit for hours, while he watched with a perplexed air, until she would laugh and turn to him. Tell him something of himself.

She would rearrange his machinery, and when she'd finished the Tardis would hum in pleasure and go where he wanted it to go.



Maybe I should be writing this? But for now, I have to shower. Take prompt, run with it, write me a story! Maybe I'll write one of my own, too.
wild_dreamer: (behind the mask)
Saturday, January 31st, 2009 10:17 pm
And the child wants to return to Wonderland. Beauty in the night air, comfort from the cold, but yet the adventure awaits.

Always waiting. Follow the Cheshire Cat, and not the Rabbit, child. The Rabbit is always late, though he hurries; it'll do you no good to learn from that. Follow the magic, mind your manners, and don't forget the nursery rhymes of your youth.

Yes, those ones, no not that, you've got them all wrong, child. Speak up, speak up, you're so timid you'll never be heard in all this din. Only that Cat might hear you, sitting on your shoulder as he is.

What, you didn't notice? He weighs as much as a grin, and that's all, my dear, or didn't you know?

Sometimes, little Alice, things are not always what they seem. Smile back at the moon.


She glances at the cigarette in her hand, wonders if she's had a bit too much to drink tonight. The woman speaks to her, but the words roll over and she doesn't remember what her responses are. The edges of everything are off, the world seen through gaussian blur, except the crescent moon in the spring sky. Between the clouds, it hangs sharp edged and oddly familiar, she finds herself staring up as the woman's voice fades, and she wakes up to the sound of her blaring alarm clock. Her head is pounding in time with her heartbeat, aching and fierce, and there's a strange sense of something missing but she can't figure out what.

She writes it off as another bizarre drunken dream that she's forgotten in the early moments of waking, and goes on about her life, never knowing who she is, never knowing where she's been.


~FIN~

Hell if I know where this came from, guys. But here it is. Random ass Alice fic, about ten or fifteen minutes in the writing of it, and no editing. Happy Cheshire Moon to y'all.

*Wanders off to bed, as she has to be up before the sun for work tomorrow.*
wild_dreamer: (behind the mask)
Wednesday, August 6th, 2008 11:29 am
Some days, I just don't know where this stuff comes from. Sudden inspiration, and the words just... flow. Welcome to the crazy inside my head, y'all. Enjoy.

Title: In the Deep
Author: Neko
Fandom: Original fiction
Warnings: Depressing? Does that count as needing a warning? Whatever. Death, too.
Summary: What lurks in the darkness beneath the water?

In the Deep )

There might be art to go with this eventually. If so, I'll post it later.