Stolen from indigoskynet

[bzarcher]

"Write something for me. Just for me. A sentence, a paragraph. Nanofiction. Short story. A scene, dialogue, a picture described, a moment, anything. Long or short. But it's got to be just for me.

Then feel free to put this up in your own journal, and I'll reciprocate."

Already wrote something for her.

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[deza.livejournal.com]

Breathy words across the ether
Bring visions of her body to the surface of your mind.

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :D

[faire-damsel.livejournal.com]

There Once Was A Young Lad Named Matt. He Fell For A Sweet Selkie Brat. Together They Stayed, 'Till The End O'Their Days, And That, My Dear Reader, Was That!"

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

*smiles* Very cute.

[faire-damsel.livejournal.com]

*G* I Know! :oP
Glad You Liked It :o)

{From A Celtic Lass You Could Expect A Limerick, No?}

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

I suppose I should have. ;D

[faire-damsel.livejournal.com]

:o)

[ardaniel]

"Desktop Support, this is Matt, how can I help you? Mm-hm? Yes? And the cupholder's broken, you say? We do have something for that, ma'am, yes, I'll get one of the on-site technicians to drop by your desk... say, at 1:30? Great. Let me just put that in the system for you."

I signed out of the phone system with a tiny smirk. We had a *special* queue for that sort of shit; I wrote up the ticket and dispatched it with a flourish of my mouse hand. I signed back in with another code and punched in an extension out of rote reflex.

"Alan? Matt. Yeah, that Matt. So, I have a ticket, number 67682... yeah, you saw that, right? Great. And just because I like you? I'll make sure the rounds are JHP. Absolutely. Only for you, man. Just dispatch it back to my WIP bin when you're done."

I hung up with a fullblown smile.

I love my job.

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

What, no Willie-Pete?

[ardaniel]

WP rounds are overkill for a corporate environment. You want the problem handled, and her timesheets and paperwork preserved for the forensics guys in HR. ;)

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

Perhaps, but some times examples do need made.

Bad Haiku

[avylin.livejournal.com]

Dancing in the snow
While not wearing any pants
Would be pretty cold

Re: Bad Haiku

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

Frightful Chillblain
Upon those rather naughty bits
Shivering with pain

Improv Time at the Lanth

[lanthinel.livejournal.com]

So I was walking down the street, trying not to cough, when a wind came up around where I was at. A wind like a summer breeze, or a hawk coming towards me. It was quick! A breath blown by some hidden or invisible giant, carrying me, dragging me, holding me, grinding me, up into the air like a kite that'd been smacked through a tree.

Re: Improv Time at the Lanth

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

*Snap snap*
*Snap Snap*

Dig it.

A Steamy shower in fifteen sensual seconds.

[ladylysander.livejournal.com]

The fusion of heat; water; air; massageing with multiple forceful fingers; at times as light and pattering as kitten's whiskers on your cheek; and during others, as firm and solid as a lover's tongue urging forward against some sensative presence of sexuality; exhaling steam into the air as it rushes outward; leaving the kiss of mist on the flesh as it sears away the dirt, the grime, the filth.

Combined with slippery substance of lye and fragrances; the silken touch which libricates; giving birth to pregnant bubbles upon the skin as it's slid across; foaming with the water-touch, and leaving a silty residue of unclean to be swept away under steamy hot and water rush.

Combining the two cleanses; and refines; affirms; solidates, conjoining peace of mind and cleanliness of body; arousing the soul, and penetrating the mind.

Be it morning minutes spent before the rush of day; where one is steeling one's will to the commonplace, to trial, tribulation, interaction with chaos; or be it evening, when one is home, the hour is late, the day has been long, and you are weary; the wee hours are spent in embrace of eternal mistress water; the oceansong, brought at your command, to regenerate the soul.

~fin~

Re: A Steamy shower in fifteen sensual seconds.

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

Very nice. :D Thank you! I will write you something after I get home from dinner.

*Smiles* Cheeesy fan-fic, but okay.....

[skarlette.livejournal.com]

Meeting you with a view to a kill
face to face in secret places feel the chill.....

That's where I first saw her, we both had the same target and both
our teams failed to coordinate their efforts so as to keep us out of
eachothers way. I was setting up my rifle and I peered through the
scope, when I noted another presence. I caught a glimpse of silver
hair, like a moonlight through the scope. I then saw a quick movement
and flash of milk pale skin and then the black of the void. Even from
this distance I could tell she was not tall and she was built like a
ballet dancer or a gymnast. No one else seemed to be noting her. Her
movements were quick and purposeful as she made her way to our mutual
hit

Re: *Smiles* Cheeesy fan-fic, but okay.....

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

*KIss* Thank you, love.

[gigerlicious.livejournal.com]

When it's time to throw down you better bring it down to the ground.

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

I feel like I need a bass riff with that.

[flying-landon.livejournal.com]

It took a moment, to draw up his strength. The enormity of the task ahead was crushing down, as if he were Atlas holding the world.

He could put it off no longer, though. It was time...

"Support, this is Matt...how may I help you?"

Just one more. If he could survive one more....

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

Huh. Well, yes, that's Monday Morning pretty much to a 'T'.

[silentsteel.livejournal.com]

" . . . and that's what it means to be born of Nightmare."

The teacher paused, waiting for the students to finish stifling their nausea, or in the case of Lakuusa in the back row, to finish throwing up into the garbage can. Flipping the projector off, she rolled the device back into it's cubbyhole in the back of the classroom. Returning to her desk, she began ticking off the reactions of the students, making especial note of those who seemed excited by the lecture. And wrote out a hall pass for the young incubus in the back who was having a hard time dealing with his 'reaction'.

"Mister Aeion, I suggest you use this, and take care of that in the bathroom." She said dryly, holding up the pass 'tween first and second fingers. And quirked an eyebrow when Aeion blushed the entire trip to her desk to get the pass, then even redder on his way out of the classroom. Unusual.

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

Oooo.

[daemi0n.livejournal.com]

Now that is unique. I like.