So here is the five minute comment fic meme, yoinked from
rosehiptea. I did this one over at her lj. I know lots of good writers, so I figured I would try it too.
1. Clear your schedule for five minutes (or longer if you have time, I'm not gonna turn down more fic).
2. Then look under the cut tag, where you will find ten prompts, all of which are song titles (selected at random from my iPod WMP library iTunes library.)
3. Choose one of the prompts, and - using any appropriate fandom/character[s] (meaning ones you think I might enjoy) - write. (Note: As far as I'm concerned, you can write anything you want, really...)
4. Reply with your teeny weeny story in the comments to this post.
5. Repost this in your journal and make your friends write for you.
1. Under My Wheels
2. Somewhere That's Green
3. You Could Be Mine
4. I Want To Be An Angel
5. My Greatest Fear
6. Protectors of Earth
7. Little Drop of Poison
8. Lonely (But I Ain't That Lonely Yet)
9. Here Comes the Rain
10. Lonesome, On'ry and Mean
1. Clear your schedule for five minutes (or longer if you have time, I'm not gonna turn down more fic).
2. Then look under the cut tag, where you will find ten prompts, all of which are song titles (selected at random from my iPod WMP library iTunes library.)
3. Choose one of the prompts, and - using any appropriate fandom/character[s] (meaning ones you think I might enjoy) - write. (Note: As far as I'm concerned, you can write anything you want, really...)
4. Reply with your teeny weeny story in the comments to this post.
5. Repost this in your journal and make your friends write for you.
1. Under My Wheels
2. Somewhere That's Green
3. You Could Be Mine
4. I Want To Be An Angel
5. My Greatest Fear
6. Protectors of Earth
7. Little Drop of Poison
8. Lonely (But I Ain't That Lonely Yet)
9. Here Comes the Rain
10. Lonesome, On'ry and Mean
4. I Want To Be An Angel
Date: 2012-01-28 01:51 am (UTC)"Are you my angel?" he asks her. His grin is feral, as always. Lydia shakes her head. She's never wanted to be an angel.
"I'm not even dead," she points out, logical as always.
He runs his dead hand down the warm skin of her arm, bringing up gooseflesh and causing her to shiver. She pretends the shivers are revulsion.
His cheek is against hers, his useless breath in her ear, and the gooseflesh spreads. "But you're my little angel, my little ghost, my little... demon."
His hand is on her hip and she's burning in places an angel doesn't burn, though perhaps a demon does.
"I'm not your anything," she says, and she pulls away. This time.
Re: 4. I Want To Be An Angel
Date: 2012-01-28 01:54 am (UTC)Re: 4. I Want To Be An Angel
Date: 2012-01-28 06:21 am (UTC)Re: 4. I Want To Be An Angel
Date: 2012-01-28 03:08 pm (UTC)