I. The Tragedie (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} trapped_strife) wrote,@ 2006-06-26 10:27:00 |
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Writing to Release
I am VERY frustrated/exhausted/excited now. If this is possible. I've been incredibly busy editing and revising chapters of IWD. I'm proud to say that I'm almost finished editing five chapters of it, but that I'm almost burned out. Which is why I've decided to do what I always do, and write. Very short writings. As in, proper 100-200 word drabbles. All of them Beyblade.
Title: Bones (because I was lacking creative flow and bones just 'fit' it okay!!)
Author:trapped_strife
Character: Hilary
Drabble: #27 - Bones
Rating: PG-13
delving past her brown hair, hands clutch her skull and pause for a second to kiss it's heat before continuing downwards. slipping down her skin, they clutch her collarbones and want to choke her. they go out to her arms and curl themselves around her knuckles, hard enough to cause bruises. they resume their chase southwards, touching parts of her body that no one else can see. but no, they do not clutch the skin, nor even to admire the countours they create.
they are grasping at her bones, to break them and mend them. to admire THEIR shapes, THEIR contours. her hands want to know what would happen if they pierced through the bones, and cracked them until there are merely splinters. they all want to reduce her body to a pile of rubble, like a demolished building.
my bones are broken. inside i'm only flesh and blood, she says.
I think I'll post another drabble later.
I am VERY frustrated/exhausted/excited now. If this is possible. I've been incredibly busy editing and revising chapters of IWD. I'm proud to say that I'm almost finished editing five chapters of it, but that I'm almost burned out. Which is why I've decided to do what I always do, and write. Very short writings. As in, proper 100-200 word drabbles. All of them Beyblade.
Title: Bones (because I was lacking creative flow and bones just 'fit' it okay!!)
Author:
trapped_strifeCharacter: Hilary
Drabble: #27 - Bones
Rating: PG-13
delving past her brown hair, hands clutch her skull and pause for a second to kiss it's heat before continuing downwards. slipping down her skin, they clutch her collarbones and want to choke her. they go out to her arms and curl themselves around her knuckles, hard enough to cause bruises. they resume their chase southwards, touching parts of her body that no one else can see. but no, they do not clutch the skin, nor even to admire the countours they create.
they are grasping at her bones, to break them and mend them. to admire THEIR shapes, THEIR contours. her hands want to know what would happen if they pierced through the bones, and cracked them until there are merely splinters. they all want to reduce her body to a pile of rubble, like a demolished building.
my bones are broken. inside i'm only flesh and blood, she says.
I think I'll post another drabble later.
