There’s a night bird calling, its song stretches out; long and wistful but far from melancholy. It guides us through the darkness, teaching us to be cautious of the unseen.
- Mood:
at least its cloudy out
free to good home
There’s a night bird calling, its song stretches out; long and wistful but far from melancholy. It guides us through the darkness, teaching us to be cautious of the unseen.
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Fic archiving
I've finally gotten around to joining over on Alpha Gate and posting a few of my stories up there (five total, with one pending validation). I've…
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Absolute Power as interpreted by
kazbaby & ivorygates...sorta. Another old convo between the two of us that I'm posting because its been a year and the story idea hasn't been thought of much less written on…
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Really a good thing I'm not writing this. *veg*
More non-ficcie fun from a IM convo between
ivorygates and I last year. Sorta NSFW again. kazbaby (2:55:57AM): i refuse to…
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