WRITING MEME all caps mean it's exciting

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

HEY JERKFACES
Remember that one time someone posted a writing meme and we all wrote stuff and we read them and it was good?


LET'S HAVE ANOTHER WRITING MEME

I'm sleepy so I'm not making this pretty, plus I hate you guys, you deserve nothing pretty. The run down of this classic meme I have chosen:

1) OPEN UP YOUR MUSIC PLAYER PUT IT ON SHUFFLE
2) FIRST FIVE SONGS THAT COME UP USE THEM TO WRITE FIVE STORIES INVOLVING CNC
3) I WAS TRYING TO MAKE MINE IN UNDER 200 WORDS, BUT I DON'T REALLY CARE HOW LONG YOU MAKE IT
4) THEY CAN BE SEPARATE, THEY CAN BE 5 PARTS OF A WHOLE STORY, THEY CAN BE ABOUT ONE CHARACTER OR ONE FOR EACH OF YOUR CHARACTERS, WHATEVER STRIKES YOU.
5) POST
6) READ

Okay. How does that sound? Excellent. Get to work.

Comments

NOT SURE WHAT TO MAKE THIS ONE ABOUT.....

[spadassin.livejournal.com]

The stars that pierce the sky
He left them all behind
We're left to wonder why
He left us all behind
lyrics. (http://www.metrolyrics.com/miss-murder-lyrics-afi.html)

Many men had said farewell to their families to fight for their countries, to fight for their freedoms. Some had abandoned their homes to fight for justice, for what they felt was right. Others departed for the thrill of the adventure, to take what they could and reap the benefits and attain the pure glory. But they all had one thing in common: They all left behind something precious, something they were not used to being without.

Recently, Scathach had begun to understand that feeling.

Her own earth had been all she had known. There were many parts of it, many dimensions veiled and unveiled, but they were still a part of her world, and being without them, well. It was a curious sensation, one she did not like very much at all. There were few emotions she could truly say that about, but this feeling of... loneliness. It was definitely one of them.

Her eyes fell upon the book in her hands, and her lips pressed together into a thin line. It was written in French, and as much as she loved the language, she could not bring herself to read any more. It reminded her too much of home, of people she had left behind, and she did not want such thoughts to invade her mind.

Gently closing the pages, she placed the volume on the table in front of her and stood. There were new people here, people she counted among her friends. And they were waiting for her.

[noelleno.livejournal.com]

I like eeeet. :] It's a nice setup to something

[spadassin.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I might use it for something... some day. /saves