November 2008
25 posts
WatchThis little French girl has a bigger vocabulary than I do.
Rosemary Roasted Cashews →
Random Wheel of Time Quote
“Give me your trust said the queen on her throne for I bear the burden of ruling alone Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule and no man will think you a fool. But trust is the sound of a grave dogs bark trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark trust is the sound of a souls last breath trust is the sound of death”
RM (in reference to BF's extra height): Those three inches you have on me screw me every time.
RM: ...Damn.
Even More Excerpt-y Goodness
Blood dripped down his arm to pool in his cupped hand. He didn’t remember what happened and was currently too apathetic to lift the sleeve of his robe up to look. It probably wasn’t pleasant. Certainly it couldn’t be nearly as bad as the gash in his leg. That was probably why he couldn’t walk straight. Oh well.
More Excerpts
“A night in City is like wandering in the wilderness.
A true jungle with vines and animals that snag
the careless and unwary.”
City was alive. Not perhaps in the usual sense of the word… no, it was alive like that, too. There was a feel in the air, of hunger, of lust, of light and life. Anything one wanted could be found somewhere, whether it was a night of dining and dancing, or a night...
“She is quite lovely. He is quite lovely. He is quite lonely. He is too lonely....”
– 140Story on Twitter
More NaNo: 3579 Words
“But, not every Mage can cast spells.” It was a question.
“Yes,” Goldwyn paused to consult his seating chart, “Kris, it is true that not every Mage in the City can cast spells. Not everyone seems to be able to establish a personal enough relationship with God that he will aid them.” He paused. “You may sit down now, Kris.”
Kris dropped to his seat, missed and hit the floor. Blushing...
Candy Code →
A whimsical derivation of the “Hobo Code”.
Making Progess: 1723 Words
As he did each night, Reslyr took the idol in his hands and smashed it on the edge of the altar. There was a blinding blue light…
Reslyr woke from his bed, sitting bolt upright. The dream again. Always the dream. The same dream. He wiped the sweat from his face with his sheet and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His roommate’s bed was disheveled and empty. The sun...