Jun. 21st, 2005

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Originally Written: February 7,2005


This was something I had in my head and it wrote itself this morning in answer to a challnege at [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse. If you do not want to be in the writing filter, please let me know and I'll remove you.


Sometimes We Choose... )
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Originally Started: April 26, 2005


Quill and Ink Challenge
Challenge -- Starters: "They Had Nothing To Say To Each Other..."
Word Count: 2,715



So Lost Without You )
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Originally Started: November 8, 2003


{{I don't know where this story might end up going or what it might end up becoming. It started from a dream I had and it just went from there.

I welcome comments. Is it something I should just scrap, or would you be interested in seeing it continue?
}}


The sun is too bright, too hot on my face, and the sand is burning the bottoms of my feet. I don't have the protection boots like my captors did. Captors? Sort of, but not really. They are more like guards, some type of military brigade, I think. I am not used to the sun, and my skin has turned an angry shade of red. I have not dressed for desert travel. I am still wearing the short, very thin linen shift I had been wearing when these jackals---no offense, my Lord Anpu---had snatched me from my bath in the Temple.

Into The Desert )

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