Post by rezie on Jul 3, 2009 20:33:19 GMT -5
This is my fanfiction thread, I've been drabbling lately and now I'm mad because my computer ate the original of this post so now I'm PO'd at my desktop. I'll ask more questions later though lol.
Drabbles are sippets of plot and are usually part of a series or something bigger, so if you do not understand after the first reading, try again. I may post a sequel to any or all of the writings I make.
I put a rating on every writing I post so pay attention!
Title: Iron
Rating: PG
Toni always finds the kingdom of dreams to be rather odd.
It always reminds him of the not and the moment when he is him and the loss
oh of humanity and the cold of leaving his soul a long place far far a-ways
from where he is.
The hard loss of wholness the hammer and whip flail and the nail, the bite
of a winter without your family, the slap that makes you lose your voice when
you rise to say your sorry, truly. The sting of boots against your arm and
hunger at your mind, teeth rotting out of your face, her screams are hurting
you melting your head and the sting of a mallet and steak as you know your
a monster like they say you are, and they take it all away everything that
belongs to you.
He'd been afraid of iron for a long time since then.
Title: Necklace
Rating: PG 13
Menu was so happy to see Claire, every hour seemed like seven and every hollow second
heavy, he didn't notice her jewelry until he felt the white metal burn against
his skin. She'd whipped back, and luckily his arms weren't badly damaged, but the
ugly smell of burnt flesh filled the house.
The worst was to his heart why would she?
The worst was to her heart why would she?
Drabbles are sippets of plot and are usually part of a series or something bigger, so if you do not understand after the first reading, try again. I may post a sequel to any or all of the writings I make.
I put a rating on every writing I post so pay attention!
Title: Iron
Rating: PG
Toni always finds the kingdom of dreams to be rather odd.
It always reminds him of the not and the moment when he is him and the loss
oh of humanity and the cold of leaving his soul a long place far far a-ways
from where he is.
The hard loss of wholness the hammer and whip flail and the nail, the bite
of a winter without your family, the slap that makes you lose your voice when
you rise to say your sorry, truly. The sting of boots against your arm and
hunger at your mind, teeth rotting out of your face, her screams are hurting
you melting your head and the sting of a mallet and steak as you know your
a monster like they say you are, and they take it all away everything that
belongs to you.
He'd been afraid of iron for a long time since then.
Title: Necklace
Rating: PG 13
Menu was so happy to see Claire, every hour seemed like seven and every hollow second
heavy, he didn't notice her jewelry until he felt the white metal burn against
his skin. She'd whipped back, and luckily his arms weren't badly damaged, but the
ugly smell of burnt flesh filled the house.
The worst was to his heart why would she?
The worst was to her heart why would she?