(Sort of) Daily Drabble
Aug. 10th, 2005 10:07 pmIt seems like I end up writing my thing for Nanowrimo, then not writing the rest of the year. So I'm going to try and practice writing more, I'm way out of practice. One of those methods that I'm going to try (once my net connection gets sorted) is by writing a drabble a day. A drabble's a 100 word story. I may or may not add other rules, like picking words to base it around, or something, but for now, here's the first one. I dunno how regularly I'm gonna be able to be on just yet, so it may not be daily yet.
She's gone now, but her reflection twinkles in every angle of the apartment. She still drives him mad, transmuting his heartbeat into the rhythm of distant drums. The wounds on his fingertips throb in pain, in remembrance of her feel. Alcohol quiets the pain for now, but there's no safety in dissipated wastelands of booze, she could return, with another idea, another demand. He hates her, he loves her, but he can't see life other than through her. The musician and muse never get along, but can't stay away. When the fighting's finished, the makeup sessions are just too good.
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She's gone now, but her reflection twinkles in every angle of the apartment. She still drives him mad, transmuting his heartbeat into the rhythm of distant drums. The wounds on his fingertips throb in pain, in remembrance of her feel. Alcohol quiets the pain for now, but there's no safety in dissipated wastelands of booze, she could return, with another idea, another demand. He hates her, he loves her, but he can't see life other than through her. The musician and muse never get along, but can't stay away. When the fighting's finished, the makeup sessions are just too good.
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