Girl Interupted

Sometimes Jackie had to write. Jackie Had To Write. Jackie had to write not because she liked it, not because she wanted to, not because she was good at it, but because she couldn't. She absolutely could not write. Not for beans.

Bird Song

She had held her own the battle and fought with as much fire as her heart could give, knowing from the moment she drew the old sword that she would lose. A farmgirl, a milkmaid, a peasant, all the titles that she wore seemed to weight her down, drag her under. She'd lose, no doubt, and she'd die. How could she not, fighting against the Dark King? A concubine against her Lord, a tale fit for any bard. She'd write it, she sing it; her talent was greater than her duties.

Ganondorf had purposefully withheld, striking blows that drew little blood and would leave invisible scars. He meant to teach her, not to punish. He had not yet fallen, was still a human, and would not succumb to his enemy's blade for many more moonless nights.

When she had collapsed he had carried her, craddled as a child, back to his castle. He stripped her, cleansed the broken body and spirit, and kissed her to sleep.

"I still hate you." The first words out her mouth roused him slightly but he ignored her. "You should have killed me."

His sigh was short and rough but he rolled over to pull her against his chest. "Deceit so early in the morning? Come now, princess."

"I'm not a princess." Malon's voice was soft but still annoyed. "But you're a bastard for making me fight."

"You challanged me."

"Still," she paused to draw circles on his chest, "You don't need to indulge me." Teasing now, all signs of anger gone, she poked and prodded with long fingers and a beguiling air, "I suppose that I don't always need to get what I asked for."

She had lost the battle yesterday, but in the morning light she had won his heart.

oganization party

I decided to use the Memories feature, at long last, and I must admit that it pleases me. It pleases me greatly. Most of my fiction posts are now organized in happy little catogories. Huzzah!

I'd really like to join NaNoWriMo but me = no motivation, talent, ability, time, etc. I have a pretty damn good idea for a novel though so in theory I could do it and win baby, yeah!

My novel idea was thought up a few summers ago when I worked as a cashier at Marshalls. They always stuck me in the back registers where no customers came so I ended up doodling and talking to myself most of the time.