fahye: (nervewracked)
Fahye ([personal profile] fahye) wrote2006-05-13 06:37 pm

and it swallowed me whole

Full moon tonight.

HOW APT.

*goes insane just looking at To Do list. insane!*

I am not letting myself back online until I have finished...let's say...two assignments. If anyone is awake and has a spare couple of drops of creativity in them: care to drabble for me?

[identity profile] kcdl.livejournal.com 2006-05-13 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
Have you seen my last post? I'd like to know what you think of it, what with you being a writing goddess and all :)

[identity profile] kcdl.livejournal.com 2006-05-13 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
http://kcdl.livejournal.com/38520.html

[identity profile] stars-like-dust.livejournal.com 2006-05-13 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
I am writing Katie.

If that helps.
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[identity profile] fahye.livejournal.com 2006-05-13 11:16 am (UTC)(link)
It really, really does. Omg, new Katie! You should refuse to show it to me until I finish my assignment. That way I will actually Get Stuff Done, because: incentive.

Your icon makes my heart hurt. I am chalking it up as a major symptom of pilotloveplague.
ashen_key: (sexy and white and angelic)

[personal profile] ashen_key 2006-05-13 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
It's full moon tonight. A violent-tinged moon in a lavender sky, but now the sun is gone and it's crisp, moon-white. Full moon, round and staring down with the waterless seas that look like eyes and a round, round mouth.

It's full moon.

It's the time of month where things happen. A fairy-ring just visible from a little girl's window, the brushing of fingers from a pair of young, star-crossed but moon-blessed lovers, a dancing, giggling party with dew-drops and toadstools and feathery butterfly wings with silver laughter...

It's a full moon, the moon of the mother-goddess and the moon of the wolves which howl and howl. Werewolves, human-formed by day but it's their moon and their time to hunt. Shut your doors and bar your windows and try not to hear those moon-inspired howls. It's a full moon, where 'loopy' 'lunatic' comes from and the full moon stirs the blood and sends the thoughts of men chaotic.

It's the full moon, and the cat by the window just licks her paw and rubs her ear and goes to find a mouse. A sleek, quiet hunter with glowing ears and soft paws, hunting by the light of her very own full moon.

In the morning, though, she will wake up in her bed and try and get the leaves out of her long blonde hair.
ashen_key: (surprise!)

[personal profile] ashen_key 2006-05-13 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Pleasure!