Brother, Friend, Lover
by Maylin
Solitary oak
stands sentinel in the field.
Heart of a brother.
Dawn creeps over the
mountains renewing the earth.
Heart of a new friend.
Lightning cracks open
the sky, igniting darkness.
Heart of a lover.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Maylin's Gift
Solitary oak
stands sentinel in the field.
Heart of a brother.
Dawn creeps over the
mountains renewing the earth.
Heart of a new friend.
Lightning cracks open
the sky, igniting darkness.
Heart of a lover.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Whitlock-Masen's Gift
Dearest Di,
We wanted to write you a little something to let you know just how much we adore you. As expected, we got a little wordy - but at least you didn't have to beta it this time! We truly hope you enjoy this and that you have a fantastic day - you are a wonderful friend, and we're lucky to know you!
May you have all the boysmut and Edward/Bella goodness you can stand.
Much love,
Naelany and SorceressCirce
EPOV
Coffee.
With my eyes still closed, I inhale deeply, pulling in that bitter scent like it's a lifeline. I feel my teeth bite into my bottom lip. My hips shift on the bed, morning wood digging into my mattress, and even here – all alone – I blush.
I used to hate that smell. I'm not a morning person, and coffee always meant Dad bellowing for me to get up, Emmett jumping on my bed…me, getting ready to face another day of the purgatory that was high school.
But not anymore.
Now, coffee means only one thing.
Garrett's awake.
We wanted to write you a little something to let you know just how much we adore you. As expected, we got a little wordy - but at least you didn't have to beta it this time! We truly hope you enjoy this and that you have a fantastic day - you are a wonderful friend, and we're lucky to know you!
May you have all the boysmut and Edward/Bella goodness you can stand.
Much love,
Naelany and SorceressCirce
EPOV
Coffee.
With my eyes still closed, I inhale deeply, pulling in that bitter scent like it's a lifeline. I feel my teeth bite into my bottom lip. My hips shift on the bed, morning wood digging into my mattress, and even here – all alone – I blush.
I used to hate that smell. I'm not a morning person, and coffee always meant Dad bellowing for me to get up, Emmett jumping on my bed…me, getting ready to face another day of the purgatory that was high school.
But not anymore.
Now, coffee means only one thing.
Garrett's awake.
EchoesOfTwilight's Gift
Diane,
I'm so glad our mutual flailing allowed us to get to know each other. I think, in fact, that for our birthdays we should do a trade - you get Voyeurward, I'll take Chrome.
Here's a little something for you. I hope you have a fabulous day.
Love,
Em
Yearn
"Please, Mom? Dad?" I begged, my eyes darting back and forth between my parents.
They exchanged a long look, then Mom sighed, smiling at me. "You'll be polite to Mr. and Mrs. Hale? Do everything they ask and not get into any trouble?"
I nodded. "I will. Promise."
I'm so glad our mutual flailing allowed us to get to know each other. I think, in fact, that for our birthdays we should do a trade - you get Voyeurward, I'll take Chrome.
Here's a little something for you. I hope you have a fabulous day.
Love,
Em
Yearn
"Please, Mom? Dad?" I begged, my eyes darting back and forth between my parents.
They exchanged a long look, then Mom sighed, smiling at me. "You'll be polite to Mr. and Mrs. Hale? Do everything they ask and not get into any trouble?"
I nodded. "I will. Promise."
Saturday, July 24, 2010
YogaGal's Gift
Happy Birthday to one of my favorite h00rs! I hope you have a fabulous day filled with nutella, bewb gropes and anything else your heart desires :) A little birdy (ok, maybe it was you) told me that you'd be pleased as punch for a little more slashy Stonerward/Stonersper action, and that you wouldn't mind if Bella happened to be there as well. So...just for you - a little future outtake of our gang from The Hood.
Big thanks to Char for betaing this bad boy and to Gin and Caren for the preread. You are all such h00rs and I love you for it.
xo xo
YogaGal
I hear a low rumble outside our house and quickly walk over to the open window and peer down. I can't help but smile as I see the familiar bike pulling up to our driveway.
"He's here!" I shout excitedly as I take the stairs two at a time.
Heading into the kitchen, I peek into the bowl of pasta on the table, grabbing a piece of chopped mozzarella, only to have my hand slapped away.
"That's for lunch, baby. You can wait."
Big thanks to Char for betaing this bad boy and to Gin and Caren for the preread. You are all such h00rs and I love you for it.
xo xo
YogaGal
I hear a low rumble outside our house and quickly walk over to the open window and peer down. I can't help but smile as I see the familiar bike pulling up to our driveway.
"He's here!" I shout excitedly as I take the stairs two at a time.
Heading into the kitchen, I peek into the bowl of pasta on the table, grabbing a piece of chopped mozzarella, only to have my hand slapped away.
"That's for lunch, baby. You can wait."
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Ahizelm's Gift
AN: Hello, Di! Thanks for being deliciously nerdy, for a good cup of coffee, and for being generally wonderful.
These boys are for you, and the prompts came from SorceressCirce.
Happy Birthday, babe!
Bitter
Last night, in my ire over our relationship's demise, I let my d4 fly across my room, paying no attention to where it landed.
Five minutes ago, I stepped on the goddamn thing, and now my foot is throbbing, maybe even bleeding or something equally ridiculous. Of course, I threw my DMG down in response, and my stupid Post It Notes and various pieces of scrap paper are scattered all over the floor. I am going to have to piece everything back together.
These boys are for you, and the prompts came from SorceressCirce.
Happy Birthday, babe!
Sense Motive
Bitter
Last night, in my ire over our relationship's demise, I let my d4 fly across my room, paying no attention to where it landed.
Five minutes ago, I stepped on the goddamn thing, and now my foot is throbbing, maybe even bleeding or something equally ridiculous. Of course, I threw my DMG down in response, and my stupid Post It Notes and various pieces of scrap paper are scattered all over the floor. I am going to have to piece everything back together.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Gypsysue's Gift
Happy Birthday ladyingrey42 from gypsysue
Just a few drabbles of the E/J variety to help make your day special.
Special thanks to rmhale for the prompts. And to my lovely beta Taloolah for all her hard work.
Disclaimer: Ms. Meyers owns Twilight and all its characters; I just like to make 'em gay.
Forge
Every weekend was the same, me sitting in a booth, my eyes never leaving him. He was always with a different guy, moving fluidly on the dance floor, his body at one with the music.
I was always watching, always wishing he would notice me, but he never did. Never once did his green eyes find my blue, not even a glance in my general direction.
But that was about to change; it was time for me to forge ahead with my plan. Operation Get Noticed was about to begin.
I sighed at my inability to follow through.
Maybe next week.
Just a few drabbles of the E/J variety to help make your day special.
Special thanks to rmhale for the prompts. And to my lovely beta Taloolah for all her hard work.
Disclaimer: Ms. Meyers owns Twilight and all its characters; I just like to make 'em gay.
Forge
Every weekend was the same, me sitting in a booth, my eyes never leaving him. He was always with a different guy, moving fluidly on the dance floor, his body at one with the music.
I was always watching, always wishing he would notice me, but he never did. Never once did his green eyes find my blue, not even a glance in my general direction.
But that was about to change; it was time for me to forge ahead with my plan. Operation Get Noticed was about to begin.
I sighed at my inability to follow through.
Maybe next week.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Shalu's Gift
Midnight in the Forest of Words
by shalu
by shalu
I was told to look for a lady in grey. She seemed to elude me, though Jasper's simple description was vague enough that it could have been anyone. He said she would hold the answer I sought. I responded that I was the mindreader, so how would he know what questions I had?
"... written all over your face, brother," he mumbled with a crooked smile. "Alice told me not to say more. So tonight, just go."
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