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timetangled
04 December 2007 @ 04:54 pm
Author's Note:
Ah fudge. I lied. This isn't really happy at all. And I'm not particularly satisfied with it yet, so this will be heavily edited. I just needed to write today. Like, really bad.
Word of the Day:
soporific \sop-uh-rif-ik\, adjective:
1. Causing or tending to cause sleep
2. pertaining to or characterized by sleep or sleepiness; sleepy; drowsy.
Warnings:
Mentions of death. Again.
Word Count:
558

The soil beneath her fingers are cool, like his skin in the morgue. The earth is deep and brown and, maybe, just a little calming. Here she is, sorting out her thoughts, trying to make sense of exactly what she’s doing here, clustered against his flowers like she was in the funeral between both their family and friends, only the guests this time appear to be much more vibrant, but are probably just as indifferent. The petals tickle her skin subtly, yet she is vividly reminded of his kisses, and she is at once delighted and disgusted.

She lifts her hands from the ground, glaring at her now dirtied fingernails. How funny, she thinks, that the soil itself digs inside her just as she digs inside it. Nothing will grow inside me, she hears herself murmur. I’m dead all over, you know. She licks her lips, just as she feels sweat trickle down the back of her neck, just like the tears she’s shed for days felt like centuries. The dry and rough texture of her lips grates her tongue like his last words against her ears, and she smiles just to feel the pain it evokes when the skin cracks.

She sings a little song, to join the cicadas, then her words fade in the air and turn to distant hums that vibrate against her mouth. She remembers him singing this song to her–and what a horrible voice he had when he did–and she remembers that he sang it here, with his flowers, and she sitting on the porch watching him with amusement. How he loved his flowers.

The soporific afternoon bothers her. A lot. It never bothered him; nothing ever bothered him. She glares at the flowers in distaste, this time, because, once again, she feels that stupid prickling assaulting her eyes and she’s pretty sure another onslaught of tears is approaching and she won’t be able to do anything but match it with her own foolish sobs. Frustration comes unexpectedly, and she finds no use in restraining it.

The vibrancy of his garden is getting to her, and she pulls one, small, insignificant plant from the ground. The soil opens up in protest and the sickening sound of roots pulled nearly causes her to lose her stomach. He worked so hard on these. She does it again, and again, and again, then another and another and another. She makes no noise as she does so, and allows no tears to come. It’s a whole new disaster and she can hear a small ringing in her ears. It continues and continues: all grief and pain and lost hope. Pull pull pull. Time is slow, like the dragging of feet against concrete. 

When she’s done, she falls to the ground panting. The sun is blinding her eyes, and a small thought that even the clouds have abandoned her enters her mind, so she looks away and eventually gets up to gather the red yellow blue white pink flowers in her arms. She dumps them in one pile and looks at his garden. It’s a massacre well-done and the sun her only witness.

Tomorrow, she’ll plant new ones, and with a small smile, she thinks that the flowers grow while she dies and there’s absolutely no turning back. How spectacular.

Inside her shoes, she curls her toes.

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It'll be happy next time, I totally promise.

I also totally need a new layout for this place. Dammit.
 
 
Current Mood: whoo boy
 
 
timetangled
17 October 2007 @ 09:39 am
FOR GOODNESS' SAKE, HURRY UP YOU DARN TORRENT.

I'm sorry. Doctor Who is starting to ruin my life. Or making it better? Oooooh.

Lost, too, 'cause I'm such a sucker for Sawyer/Kate.

Btw, I lovehate you, sinulatan.
 
 
Current Mood: nooo! my life!
 
 
timetangled
17 October 2007 @ 08:56 am


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I totally forgot to post this over here. Ahah.
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Current Mood: ooh
 
 
timetangled
17 October 2007 @ 08:43 am
Author's Note:
A friend mentioned that I should try and do something dark, so I took her advice and here's the result. Along with that, I have to thank sinulatan for the WoTD prompt. I'm probably going to write something really, really happy after this. All original characters. Will probably be edited sometime in the future since it has yet to be.
Word of the Day:
quotidian \kwoh-TID-ee-uhn\, adjective:
1. Occurring or returning daily; as, a quotidian fever.
2. Of an everyday character; ordinary; commonplace.
Warnings:
Character death, blood, mentions of sexual escapades, etc, etc
Word Count:
628

He hears them in the next room. The wall between them is paper thin: they allow no secrets. It was installed only after both he and Maria had grown to be ten years of age. His mother had figured that it was time for both of them to receive their own rooms; no more sharing. Now, after two and twenty years, he is thankful. She screams loudly, then he hears distinctive grunts. Vaguely, he wonders if it’s a new man. Then, tells himself that he doesn’t care either way. Another loud moan, and then her bed creaks. He gets up from his own bed and paces, but when the sounds continue (and he knows for a great deal longer), he makes his way to the window and presses his forehead against the glass. It is cool and provides some comfort from the torture that is inflicted on him thrice a week. Perhaps more. He doesn’t bother to take count.

Another loud moan, then an utterance of passionate words. He hurls himself to the bed, grabs a pillow and muffles his head underneath it. It helps very little. He throws it against the wall and he knows it would be heard very clearly if circumstances were different. They’d hear nothing in their situation at the moment.

He grows increasingly agitated but does nothing. He lies in bed, letting time pass like the men in her life. He wonders exactly how she manages to stay fulfilled like that (if she is fulfilled, like she says). They flitter around her, hoards of them, then they fade as if they were never there to begin with. He wonders why she wishes to live the way she does now. He knows her thoughts and feelings on this matter are in accordance to his: that these men want nothing short of physical desires; that she knows how much shame has befallen their family due to her faults; that this doesn’t really help her in any way. He knows she knows this, so he wonders why she continues.

The sounds go on for a moment longer, then silence descends like the first snow in winter. Tomorrow, again, perhaps. He asks himself why he has allowed this to continue. What more a scandal could they possibly receive? They are below the lowest of the society: harlots for daughters, failed sons, dying fathers, grieving mothers.

Dimly, he hears the quotidian ticks of the clock as the seconds and minutes pass, taking his sanity along with it. He paces the room again, and tells himself that he can withstand just a little bit more screaming. And then, it’ll all be over. He approaches his table and opens the drawer.


“Daniel! Stop it!” He doesn’t reply, but notices how the room is in such a disarray. She has ran to the corner of the room, fingers clutching a blanket against her body (as if that was her greatest worry). Her new man has his palms outstretched and is frantically telling him to calm down. He points the gun and shoots. His fall is a loud thump with blood splattering all over the floor and the wall behind him. Her scream is deafening and he narrows his eyes a little to gain focus. He points it at her.

“No, please! Daniel!” The bang is a little less louder now, and he slowly watches the trickle of blood–it is ruby red. Her favorite stone–down the side of her head she slumps against the wall. He wipes his hands on his shirt, closes the door quietly, and leaves the room. He returns to his own room, places the gun on his table, and lies down on his bed. Then, he hears Maria's voice again and it repeats and repeats without pause. He cries.

///
 
 
Current Mood: ugh
 
 
timetangled
18 September 2007 @ 03:26 pm
Of Love and Other Demons
Gabriel Garcia Marquez



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timetangled
18 September 2007 @ 03:26 pm
Title: The Crusader's Wife
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nothing.
Disclaimer: Do not claim as your own.
Pairing/Characters: Original.

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timetangled
18 September 2007 @ 03:25 pm
Title: Confection Affection
Genre: General? Haha.
Series: Death Note
Rating: PG
Warnings: Hm. Nothing.
Disclaimer: I don't own the series.
Pairing/Characters: L, Misa

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timetangled
18 September 2007 @ 03:24 pm
I found my rather old writing journal of before-before. I thought, "Hm, let's try and revive it!" Sadly, I've forgotten its password, as well as the e-mail I used for it. Oh well! Here are the collection of drabbles I've unearthed, however! Be mindful, though, that it's all Sesshoumaru/Kagome! Ahaha. :)



Title: Grr
Genre: General/Humour
Series: Inuyasha
Rating: PG
Warnings: slight OOC, i s'pose
Disclaimer: I don't own the series; Rumiko Takahashi does
Pairing/Characters: Sesshoumaru/Kagome Higurashi

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Title: Bubble Soap
Genre: General/Humour
Series: Inuyasha
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: sexual implications. ... Haah.
Disclaimer: I don't own the series; Rumiko Takahashi does
Pairing/Characters: Sesshoumaru/Kagome Higurashi

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Title: Milk
Genre: General/Humour
Series: Inuyasha
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: uh. Milk?
Disclaimer: I don't own the series; Rumiko Takahashi does
Pairing/Characters: Sesshoumaru/Kagome Higurashi

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Title: Embrace
Genre: General
Series: Inuyasha
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I don't own the series; Rumiko Takahashi does
Pairing/Characters: Sesshoumaru x Kagome Higurashi

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Title: Yeah, Right
Genre: General
Series: Inuyasha
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I don't own the series; Rumiko Takahashi does
Pairing/Characters: Sesshoumaru, Kagome Higurashi

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Title: Uniform
Genre: General
Series: Inuyasha
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I don't own the series; Rumiko Takahashi does
Pairings/Characters: Sesshoumaru, Kagome Higurashi

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