The Unappeasable Host
Oct. 3rd, 2005 01:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Pretentiously, for an amateur, I'm contributing to the WIP meme.
Pilots
This is a fucking stupid idea.
Three hundred metres above the ground. It’s night, oh-two-hundred in the morning to be precise, and I’m hanging off the side of a building with nothing between me and a looong fall but a moly-fibre rope and a couple of clamps.
It’s times like these you realise that however shitty your life is, it sure as hell beats dying.
Dreamdark
The grass by the roadside was damp with the aftermath of rain.
The Obverse of the World
The sign above the laundrette screeched in the wind.
Elaine Montgomery stood in the shadows beneath the blown-out streetlamp, and shivered at the chill breath of the night on the back of her neck. Midnight pooled on the pavements, in blackness where neither the cloud-scattered stars nor the orange glow of the streetlights could reach.
She couldn't close her eyes to the night, but she tried not to look into the darkness. She was afraid of what she might see.
Untitled1 (Fantasy)
Morning froze on the riverbank.
Untitled2 (SF)
She might have been human once.
Now I really should to bed...
Pilots
This is a fucking stupid idea.
Three hundred metres above the ground. It’s night, oh-two-hundred in the morning to be precise, and I’m hanging off the side of a building with nothing between me and a looong fall but a moly-fibre rope and a couple of clamps.
It’s times like these you realise that however shitty your life is, it sure as hell beats dying.
Dreamdark
The grass by the roadside was damp with the aftermath of rain.
The Obverse of the World
The sign above the laundrette screeched in the wind.
Elaine Montgomery stood in the shadows beneath the blown-out streetlamp, and shivered at the chill breath of the night on the back of her neck. Midnight pooled on the pavements, in blackness where neither the cloud-scattered stars nor the orange glow of the streetlights could reach.
She couldn't close her eyes to the night, but she tried not to look into the darkness. She was afraid of what she might see.
Untitled1 (Fantasy)
Morning froze on the riverbank.
Untitled2 (SF)
She might have been human once.
Now I really should to bed...