Shirtless Men, Drabbles and Betas
Feb. 28th, 2005 09:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Norwegian skiers with little on p.1
Norwegian skiers with little on p.2
Sigh. I love sports. You ask me, there should be more shirtless-ness of males in the world.
I'm really feeling inspired to write of late, but of course, none of the things I'm supposed to write. Figures. But anyway - some of you might remember drabbles by request. I'm hereby bringing it back. You ask, Cam will write. Around 100 words, any topic, any setting.
Now, betas. I'm in need of two, really. One for OFUM2 and one for a CSI "epic" I'm sketching out at the moment. Preferably people who do British English and can correct mistakes without going after my style. Give me a hoot at camilla.sandman at gmail dot com if you think you could be helpful. I will adore you boundlessly.
Also, What the smegging F?
Norwegian skiers with little on p.2
Sigh. I love sports. You ask me, there should be more shirtless-ness of males in the world.
I'm really feeling inspired to write of late, but of course, none of the things I'm supposed to write. Figures. But anyway - some of you might remember drabbles by request. I'm hereby bringing it back. You ask, Cam will write. Around 100 words, any topic, any setting.
Now, betas. I'm in need of two, really. One for OFUM2 and one for a CSI "epic" I'm sketching out at the moment. Preferably people who do British English and can correct mistakes without going after my style. Give me a hoot at camilla.sandman at gmail dot com if you think you could be helpful. I will adore you boundlessly.
Also, What the smegging F?
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Date: 2005-02-28 12:13 pm (UTC)Something from Feanor's viewpoint would be nice. Or Celebrian's.
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Date: 2005-02-28 02:37 pm (UTC)125 words
Date: 2005-02-28 11:33 pm (UTC)The sea sings in her blood. Of rest, of healing, of forgetting. Of rest, beyond struggle and darkness. She must go. She has known for some time. But she has lingered here for him, for their children, for love, for the hope of forgetting.
And in the morning she must tell him hope is spent. So she lies awake, watching him, hoping the night shall never end.
She loves him.
(I suck at Feanor writing, so Celebrian it was.)
Re: 125 words
Date: 2005-03-01 12:29 am (UTC)Re: 125 words
Date: 2005-03-01 01:03 am (UTC)