1.78 [new fic!]

1.78 deaths a second.

Here it is, straight from the lips of the serpent.

.: Maria :.

Also, I’ve decided to do an archives revamp. I deleted all my work on TA, and am working on slowly filling it up again. I’ve been writing fanfiction for a year now, and I think it was past time I did a clean-out. I’m leaving everything I put up on fanfiction.net, though. It’s not that I feel that what I’ve been writing is bad, I just feel like I want to start over again on Twilight Archives, in regards to my writing.

a kiss to build a dream on.

:: Kate/Garrett ::

Give me your lips for just a moment
And my imagination will make that moment live
Give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on

– A Kiss to Build a Dream on as sung by Louis Armstong

happiness take 2 xD

This morning I’m happy. Simple as that!

The sun is shining, it’s almost fifty degrees out, and I’m seeing all my friends today in civics class + chorus + band! Two hour band practice! I also rediscovered Lily Allen — who actually is a bit like a british Katy Perry, only Lily Allen is much better in my opinion. I normally steer away from pop, but Lily Allen is more pointed than most pop I’ve heard. So I’m getting her two CD’s from the library.

Yup, life is good.

I finished Supernatural season one, and was actually disappointed. The season finale was the FIRST one that has ever NOT made me cry. However, the first episode of season two did do the job, which was another first. I’ve also finally decided if I’m a Sam gal or a Dean gal … firmly in favor of Dean. He’s just less whiney and scores a bit more on the eye-candy scale. I’m really liking season two, and people tell me things just keep getting better and better.

I think spring should come a few weeks early this year … I mean, we’ve had our obligatory snow, and what’s the point of winter if all it does is make a lot of really cold wind and really cold faces. It’ll be nice to be able to walk the dog first thing in the morning and not have to bundle up like I’m going on an arctic exploration.

I’m really excited for this summer, I’ll probably be involved in a musical, and the family might be going to Canada again. Speaking of which, I miss the place. In particular I miss Nova Scotia + Cape Breton. I miss the laid back feel, I miss the fiddling coming from odd corners, and for goodness sakes, I miss the bagpipes.

Bagpipes. I have to ask myself how sane I am …

The recent bit of productivity in the writing world has also given my mood a boost! Awesomesauce!

scenechange!

Mary Alice Brandon.

I can see what holds the universe together.

For Lizzie.

Happiness

 :: Leah/Sam ::

5 drabbles

You either have your happiness in tiny trickles or in one big flood.

He Cooks Spaghetti and Plays the Saxophone

Second chapter of ››Not With a Bang but With a Whimper is out. I’ve decided to extend it into a series of unrelated one-shots in the point of view of various newborns created during the Southern Wars as well as Victoria’s rampage in Seattle. 

And I’m working on a new fic involving the Denali Clan … I’ve got it all outlined, it’s longer and definitely more detailed than anything I’ve done before. 5000 word minimum chapters. Still writing the first chapter. It’s as long as I want it, and now I’m just … messing about with it. I’m hoping I’ll have it done and beta-ed by the spring/summer. 

I’m really excited about both new writing projects! 

And now I have a goal to write a chapter of Letters to the Dead a Week. It’s five hundred words a week at least, that’s not hard. 

Then again, it is. When I wrote Soul Searching, all the angst was just … easy. I’m in a different place now, it’s been nearly a year. It’s hard to go back to that semi-depressed manic twilight phase that got Soul Searching out, along with 20 + fics, in about three months solid. I should really get organized and figure out a working idea of how long this is, and what the plot will be. 

I FAIL AT PLOTS.

Eh. Enough whingeing!

Instead of writing, which I really should be doing, I entered a wild-card challenge at the Vesperarium. That means by January 27th I need to have made 28 graphics on the theme of the word “ring”.

10 down, 18 to go!

And … I’ve finished Doctor Who (all four seasons and specials). I’m watching Firefly now.

Joss Whedon is amazing! I want Dollhouse to hurry up and premier, so that when I’m done with Firefly I’ll have something of his to watch.

T. S. Eliot at One in the Morning …

So I have a new fic up, written at one in the morning while listening to a playlist of songs all revolving around love lost, or just generally depressing … 

Any of these songs would fit this fic …

• Sing for Absolution – Muse
• The Special Two – Missy Higgins
• Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking her Clothes Off – Panic! At the Disco
• Samson – Regina Spektor
• Angels – Within Temptation

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It wasn’t the casual slaughter necessary to create the Army. This wasn’t just a number on the night’s quota. 

(When it’s personal, casualty no longer seems the right word for death.)

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang, but with a whimper.

— T. S. Eliot  The Hollow Men

Gallery and New Fic!

Howdy Folks! 

First of all, NEW LAYOUT! It was about time for one, I was getting tired of the old one. This one has better page displays and wider pages, which works for my new graphics gallery! (OMG FINALLY)

So I have a re-write up of a one-shot I wrote a while ago, taking place pre-Twilight in the early stages of Esme and Carlisle’s relationship. Originally titled “I Will Be”, I did some re-writing and editing, and it is now known as “Merry Christmas”.

Merry Christmas is my entry for the Twilight Novel Novice November/December 2008 Challenge: For the November-December Challenge, write a story about any of theTwilight characters celebrating the holidays.

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In other news, check by my graphics page, I’ve gotten a gallery up, resources and credits, a tutorial, graphics request page, and fillers for a page of usable icons and signatures and stuff.

So I’ve decided I want to get more -writing- done … I’ve been really focusing on getting a gallery up, and I’m nearly done with those graphics. So what to do now? Work on some fanfiction! I’ve definitely missed being a regular poster, and with Winter Break I can get all sorts of writing done. Who knows, I may even finish a chaptered fic about the Denali Clan that I’ve had bouncing around in my head.

Lightning Bolt now out!

One-shot. Breaking Dawn spoilers.

Like a lightning bolt, my simple act of revenge split into electric fingers of heartbreak and devastation that crackled out of my control.

Irina’s POV during the final showdown. 

Twilight Novel Novice August Challenge

The fic mentioned a few posts ago is now out! You can view it at Twilight Archives or Fanfiction.net. Thanks so much to j3nn for being a fantastic beta!

I’ve registered at the Twilight Lexicon forum (again) and this time plan to actually be active over there. My screenname on the forum is Iris Messenger, same as most places!

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Lightning Bolt WON! the Twilight Novel Novice Challenge!

Lightning Bolt

One of two one-shots I’m writing in response to the Novel Novice Twilight fanfiction challenge this August. It’s close enough that I’ve got a banner out!

 

sneak peak!

I was wrong. I was wrong, and now I would reap the consequences. Bitterly, I wished I had stopped to think of the plausibility of an immortal child created by one of the Cullen’s. After centuries, I still lacked trust in anyone but my sisters. In an instant of that cursed distrust I’d brought down the Volturi upon Carlisle and his coven. 

             I wasn’t frozen in grief and agony over them, however. It was Tanya and Kate standing proudly to the front that made it impossible to move.

            Nobody had ever seen such a child — have immortal half human, how was I to know that my accusations could have been false? How could I have known that the Cullen’s would have brought so many of our kind to bear witness, and die by association? How could I have known my sisters would come and stand so firmly? I saw it in their stance that they weren’t about to flee. 

After everything we had lived through, was it going to be my foolish actions that brought our destruction? 

 

-UPDATE-

Lightning Bolt is complete, and I’ve sent it off to my beta. It’s one of the longest one-shots I’ve ever managed, at 1,597 words. I kept it strictly canon, all dialogue in the scene is also in the book.