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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