silveryscrape (silveryscrape) wrote,

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the fruit is calling from the trees

So, in a burst of hatred creativity I rearranged all the paragraphs in my story (you know the one I'm talking about, lilysaid). Suddenly, amazingly, it sucks less. Fabulous. I really thought this one was going in the bin.

Luckily, I just don't think I'm gonna be writer enough for the JC/dog fic. Thank god. Not that I ever considered it for a second. Because, really.

Time to put "Dead Man's Party" on infinite repeat, in honor of the day, and fuck around write.

  • No shame, no regrets

    When It's Over

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    Justin ducks his head and squints through the windshield, but tall weeds at the side of the road hide the place from sight. He can't tell if any cars…

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    One time on the bus, JC had fallen asleep slumped against the window with his face pressed to the glass. Chris had been just about to jab a finger…

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