jaebility: (nature // shore)
She dismissed the giggling maids before they could turn their naughty smiles to her and then struggled out of her dress, tossing it on the floor in a pathetic display of rebellion that did little to cool her ire.


Feb. 3rd, 2010 04:53 pm
jaebility: (beatles // epic)
Cole sat and waited and watched and hated each of the uniform-clad students that dripped off the buses and slithered in long lines into the school. He only had one cigarette left from the pack he'd nicked from X and it dangled from his lips, getting increasingly damp and bent as the morning aged into afternoon. If it wasn't smoked soon, it'd be the wasted spoils of a particularly daring bit of burglary, but Cole's lighter stayed in his back pocket and the soggy cigarette drooped toward his chin.
jaebility: (tutu // bad writing)
When she turned away from the closed door, P was already at the windows. The light filtering in made a pretty silhouette of him and he stood still enough for a few minutes that he was almost a statue carved delicately out of marble. T scrunched her hands into fists and hated him even more.

"So," she said, and he turned around. "How long has it been going on?"

"T," he began beseechingly, "just-"

"Answer me!"

He pressed his lips flat and shrugged. "Ask J."

"I'm asking you!"

"Look, what do you want me to say? Sorry?"

"How - I mean - how could you, with J -"

His shoulders moved again. For a moment he looked just like J had, closed and distant, sneering down at the intruder. He knew why she had come to him after J had locked the door and his wards flared red in her face. And so, an instant later, he softened and dragged his hands through his hair.

"Sorry," he said to the ceiling. "It wasn't supposed to happen."

She had cried all night and into the sink by the window in the first floor bathroom. She scrubbed at her swollen eyes as more tears squeezed themselves out and wiggled through the powder she had packed over her crimson cheeks. She turned away from P to spare him from her wet emotions.
jaebility: (sm // u&n smex)

Working on: Rescuing Mari from the docks, bringing her back to Atlantic Ave for the final battle.
Word for this chapter: 1560

Have somehow miscalculated my score so that I'm 1000 words behind my previously estimated word count. Am back from my folks' house, am clean and have on fuzzy socks, will be making a second cup of tea. Am certainly not wasting time futzing around on DreamWidth. Nope. Definitely not doing that.
jaebility: (ffx // aurikku lap)

Working on: Outwitting the trolls that live under the Brooklyn Bridge.
Word for this chapter: 850

So close I can taste it!
jaebility: (beatles // p&j guitars)

Working on: Walking along the boardwalk as Mari comes to terms with her little death and Simonsant and Nine flirt/fight.
Word for this chapter: 89

Chugging along in NaNo. I've fallen a bit behind, but I'll be able to catch up this weekend. It's almost halfway done!

I'm not as happy with SQ as I was with TTBtM last year. My writing's just so bare bones; all my sentences are the same and my vocabulary so limited. I have a hard time writing descriptions. Reading Catherynne M. Valente makes me desperate to come up with metaphors and similes like hers, but I don't have her lyrical ability. One of the folks in my writers group said he didn't like my metaphors/similes - Too forced and awkward. Gahhhhhhh I have these images in my brain but somehow they get muddled up and crappy when I translate them into writing.

jaebility: (pw // lawyercest kissy)

Working on: Getting Kate to Jane's house.
Word count for this chapter: Miserable. I think I'm at about 200 now.

Ugh. Why have I been so thought-constipated lately? Can't do this and I haven't finished my stupid FF-exchange story yet, which is due in two damn days. I'm hoping that little word bar will help inspire me. Ugh. UGH I SAY.

Maybe I should make a bar for "Fine Art," too. I'd really really like to finish that sometime this freakin' century. It's only been about 10 goddamn years since I started it.
jaebility: (goblin! (art by arborwin))
There's a distinct form of happiness that can only be found in listening to classic rock while strolling htrough Central Park on the first real warm day of spring. The snap of the drums provide you with a steady walking pace and when the chorus comes in you're sitting on a pleasent rock placed perfectly in a shady spot a few feet from the path where you can dance as best as you can in a sitting position, safe from any critical gazes.
jaebility: (taichi x yamato)
And there was the green wind of spring, kissing the snow off the branches until the trees straightened and gave birth to tiny leaves of the palest colours.

Under the heavy earth (smelling faintly of old silk) came the new season. Flowers came hestinatly later, weeks after the clouds parted and the sun tiptoe-ed out of hibernation. First came the delicate sprouts and with them, the first few, brave birds from the warmer regions of the south. They sat on the roof and the abandoned swingset in the corner of the backyard like watchguards, protecting against the return of winter.

Full bloom, all of it.


Jun. 25th, 2005 04:16 pm
jaebility: (goblin! (art by arborwin))
It wasn't so much that the dragon was gigantic, spouting flames, and had teeth as long as daggers that concerned Lady Knight Edolphia, but that it was capable of speech. And that that speech was in words that she could understand. And that those words that she could understand were part of a cheesy joke.

"So an orange spotted toad and a Fizburther's dove walk into a tavern..."

To her benefit, Lady Knight Edolphia did not turn 'round and run as fast as her silver plate covered legs could carry her as soon as she saw the beast. She waited until after the punchline to do that.


Jun. 13th, 2005 08:43 pm
jaebility: (Default)
Sometimes I count my steps. Sometimes I count my steps without realizing it and am not consciously aware of the fact until I'm on 14 or 15.

Sometimes I mumble to myself in public, confusing privacy with the unblinking eye of society. Sometimes I try to cover it up with a fake cough or sneeze. Sometimes they buy it.


May. 6th, 2005 08:44 pm
jaebility: (Default)
Frankenstein had been flawed in his uncertainity. He doubted, he feared, he whined, he cried - I had no hamartia.

What did he know of creation and birth? Of pain and death? Frankenstein had never been in labor, rivers of blood streaming from the furthest depths of the human body - the mother's blood and child's combined - with all time and sound and sight stopped. What was Frankenstein? Addled and foolish, dreaming of sex and dead parents while the monster stirred and stumbled. Too much man, too little god.
jaebility: (Default)
I peel down your skin and swallow your seed
I'm like Persephone only sleazy
jaebility: (goblin! (art by arborwin))
Tabitha smoked cigarettes purely to piss off the mortals. Each inhale mocked them - what did she care? She danced outside the realm of death. And man, sometimes that really made the humans mad. What are you doing, screamed the dark looks that they sent her, and how can you get away with that?

Circe caught her smirking and clucked her tongue patronizingly. "It makes you smell like shit," she pointed out, "Even you can't escape that."

"So what?" Tabitha squatted and pushed the red tip of her cigarette into the cement. "I'll take a shower when we get home."

The witch rolled her eyes, a motion that missed completely by her companion. A cat sitting on the wall noticed however and mimicked the action. Circe smiled at that and reached over to pet the creature gently on the head. "Makes your clothes smell, too." She added as an afterthought.

Tabitha grumbled and stood back up. "So I'll wash them, too. Damn, woman, is logic lost on you completely? Lord what fools these mortals be." Stretching, Tabitha sighed contently as her back popped. Feeling better, she apologized for her rudeness by raising the tone of her voice and offering a bit more on the neutral topic of Shakespeare. "One of my greatest achievements was Hamlet."

Circe was too busy to acknowledge the boast. She closed her eyes and placed the palm of her hand on the cat's forehead for a good couple of second before giving a smile and sigh of relief. "He has a good home," she told Tabitha, "And I've put a spell on him to protect him from cars."

"Good." Taibtha waved at the cat who nodded his head in return. "His owners should put a collar on him, though." Satisified that the matter had been closed, Tabitha steered the conversation back to herself. "As I was saying, Hamlet-"

"Best thing ever, yadda yadda, I know." Circe interupted. "We've heard it all before."
jaebility: (goblin! (art by arborwin))
Even though his mother slapped away his hands and his father clucked his tongue and told him that it only made his skin look worse, Bert couldn't help but pick at his pimples. He had come to a silent decision years ago when one day he had woken up with a voice that sounded like it belonged to a large black man (probably with the name of Lou or something like that), hair growing out of armpits and other strange places, and a sudden desire to masterbate all of the time, that he could scratch at his zits to his heart's content because of two reasons.

Reason number one was that it was very satisifying to do so. And reason number two was that his name was Bert for christsakes and the chances of him ever finding a girlfriend were none existent even if he had the best damn skin in the country.
jaebility: (Default)
Whether Julie knew it or not was but a moot point. Stephan had her trapped so intricately that any twitch that she made (let her smile! Let her cry!) would bring the silver ceiling down upon her and her blood would drip like winter rain.


jaebility: (Default)
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