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Fickle ([personal profile] fickle) wrote2006-08-07 09:43 pm

Another writing meme!

Comment with a fandom or pairing you'd like me to write a drabble about. To give this a bit of a twist, also include a song lyric for inspiration.

For example:

Yami no Bakura/Yami no Malik, "I'm killing time on Valentine/waiting for the day to end/change your taste in men."

or

Animorphs, "I don't wanna say, "diiiie motherfucker!/But I wouldn't mind if you did/Sometimes even the nice girl's ego has to override the id?"

Again, repost only if you want to. ^_~

And a random list of some fandoms I'm into at the moment in alphabetical order: Animorphs, Archie Comics (Nostalgia kick, SHUT UP) Batman/DC, Bruno and Boots, Chrestomanci, Gravitation, Harry Potter, Naruto, Othello (the manga, seriously), Pokemon, Sailor Moon season R (please ask me for fic with Prince Diamond or Prince Sapphire or both, please), Yu-Gi-Oh, William Brown books.


Taken from [livejournal.com profile] ryuutchi, who is now on my flist!
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[identity profile] princessjessia.livejournal.com 2006-08-07 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm so addicted to seeing you write Stephen/Sarah, so there's my pairing. xDDD As for the lyric? "The light changes when you're in the room."

*goes to post this meme*

[identity profile] fickle-goddess.livejournal.com 2006-08-07 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Lately, Stephen's been having looking at Sarah directly. Her black school robes, so practical and plain, turn to glittering red strapless dresses as he watches. What little light there is, is caught within the tiny sequins that wink at him, teasing him.

Stephen blinks, and they're gone, and Sarah is simply Sarah again, beautiful and his.

But the longer he stares at her, the brighter the ghosts of the sequins shine.

*reposts for typo*

[identity profile] fickle-goddess.livejournal.com 2006-08-14 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Lately, Stephen's been having to look at Sarah directly. Her black school robes, so practical and plain, turn to glittering red strapless dresses as he watches. What little light there is, is caught within the tiny sequins that wink at him, teasing him.

Stephen blinks, and they're gone, and Sarah is simply Sarah again, beautiful and his.

But the longer he stares at her, the brighter the ghosts of the sequins shine.