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13 August 2010 @ 10:57 pm
Title :: In circles.
Prompt :: August 14th, "life is short and the world is wide" [31_days]
Project :: Currently-unnamed side novella
Character :: K.
Wordcount :: 100
Summary :: The only comfort of the roads is the fact that even he cannot see all their ends, if even they end at all.
Notes :: ...yes, my muse did indeed take this prompt in a rather discombobulated, ironic way. I just don't argue.


the way they weave with seemless segues so as to keep his feet forever if he wished.Collapse )
 
 
12 August 2010 @ 10:57 pm
Title :: Streetlights
Prompt :: August 12th, "No yesterdays on the road" [31_days]
Project :: Currently-unnamed side novella
Character :: K.
Wordcount :: 145
Summary :: He hides in the masochism of the streets, the hardness beneath his heels and the grit biting at his eyes.


Roads winds like hands on clocksCollapse )
 
 
11 August 2010 @ 11:29 pm
Title :: Stationary.
Prompt :: August 11th, "all cities were the same" [31_days]
Project :: Currently-unnamed side novella
Characters :: K., Gabbie
Wordcount :: 185
Summary :: You can't really call it traveling, he says, through a quirk of the lips that could almost be a grin, when all you've ever seen is more of the same.


how can you read a map, if you don't know what direction you're even coming from when you begin?Collapse )
 
 
11 August 2010 @ 11:29 pm
Title :: Headlights.
Prompt :: August 10th, "no time for spreadin’ roots" [31_days]
Project :: Currently-unnamed side novella
Characters :: K., Gabbie
Wordcount :: 215
Summary :: He has never seen her in the dawn.
Notes :: Posted a day late as internets were out yesterday, oops.


her boneshape lends itself to shadowsCollapse )
 
 
 
Title :: Here there be dragons.
Prompt :: August 9th, "the open road, the bitter song, the heavy load" [31_days]
Project :: Currently-unnamed side novella
Character :: K.
Wordcount :: 130
Summary :: He sings their lilting walking-songs, the childrens' cheerful hymns to roads, and twists them to a dirge.


to the edges of the worldCollapse )
 
 
Title :: Roads paved with good intentions.
Prompt :: August 8th, "escape all that waiting and staying" [31_days]
Project :: Currently-unnamed side novella
Characters :: K., S.
Wordcount :: 343
Summary :: A letter rests, folded, in his breast pocket, where it has stayed for centuries, now, parchment spelled never to fade.
Notes :: ...yes, this is technically a day late. ;A; I had almost the entirety of it finished on time last night, but then my life kind of um exploded before I could finish it up, format, and post, oops. ;;;;;;;;;;;


And oh, he had cursed her for that one simple act perhaps most of all, her easy implication that his eyes would remain open to retain the memory of her rot.Collapse )
 
 
Title :: Gardens, Gates, Beginnings, End.
Prompt :: August 7th, "no longer burdened by what’s left behind" [31_days]
Project :: Currently-unnamed side novella
Character :: K., mentions of S.
Wordcount :: 144
Summary :: He carries her always, sheltered close to his spine, somehow both a breath of wind and the weight of the world; and he will not allow himself to bow.


I would rip out a rib for you I would flay myself to give you form I would have every last one of us be something more than dustCollapse )
 
 
Title :: Roads, in betwixt and intertwined.
Prompt :: August 6th, "that we should voyage far" [31_days]
Project :: Currently-unnamed side novella
Character :: K.
Wordcount :: 238
Summary :: He walks the roads because there is no longer anywhere else to go.


He craves these spaces in-between: He cannot be aimless, so long as his feet still find a path; and he cannot be as alone when he feels the closest to them here, being both everywhere and nowhere at all. Collapse )
 
 
05 August 2010 @ 10:09 pm
Title :: Rome, Italy, 1889.
Prompt :: August 5th, "destiny calls and I go" [31_days]
Project :: Currently-unnamed side novella
Character :: K.
Wordcount :: 191
Summary :: He has spoken to the priests, one after one, in their temples and underground; has carefully controlled his breathing to expell air against words such as fate and plan as if to politely yet firmly cast them aside.


blood will blossom across his fingers and palms from the sharp edges of the page, only emphasing the illustrations of those red red threadsCollapse )