angelgazing
07 January 2006 @ 09:13 pm
the prompt trading post  
Howdy, y'all, and welcome to Getting Good: The Prompt Trading Post! come on in and take a peak at the rules. Just remember, kiddies: ain't no harm in bartering for what you want.


Concept/Rules:
     Everything here is simple enough, you want something you give something for it. Just like it was back when, before the times of cash monies. Only with fic, because the world loves it, really, it just hasn't learned proper yet. You comment here, and I'll give you a prompt--could be anything, a phrase, a quote, a picture, lyrics, a song--and you write something for this prompt. Then, when that's all done, you post either the story or a link to it here, along with a prompt of your very own. Once some business pops up, you can roam around, write for a prompt someone else gives. And you may be thinkin', 'But Ma, this ain't no different than all the others is' and you'd be wrong. Cause around here, you write for a prompt, you get to leave a prompt. Any kind of prompt you want.

The rules are simple enough: anything goes but stealing. You can write any fandom, slash, het, gen, rps, fps, g, pg, fan rated adult only, that rating that Hollywood thinks fan writers have stolen from them, crossovers, original fiction, 100 words, 1,000 words, 10,000 words-- I think you get the gist. Any prompt you see lying around is game to play with, though do please try to respect the views, opinions and likes of the prompter, and prompters, always thank your promptees!

Really now, the only rules are this: You gotta write for a prompt to leave a prompt. And you gotta play nice with the others.

So, let's go friends, have some fun.
 
 
Current Music: are you having a good time?
Current Mood: cynical
 
 
angelgazing
30 December 2005 @ 03:34 am
the moral to the story goes  
1) 'Lo, but I am drugged right now. I am a pansy arse pill taker, let me tell you.
2) Like This, He Smiled - Remus/James - 100 words
3) I'm writing interest drabbles sick and drugged and seven months late. Well, I wrote two.
4) This Is Not a Ghost Story - Harry/Draco - 100 words
5) ::sneezes::
6) I have fallen in love with poetry again just now. Bad Poetry (A Love Poem)
7) My new headphones are uncomfortable.
8) I feel that I deserve J.D./Dr. Cox fic. I think you should all get on that right now, please.
9) My tissue box has a crocheted couch covering it. There aren't words for how much I need to move out of my grandparent's house.
10) poem for the maybes
      there are jealousy plays, kiss-me-i'm-lonelys, a boy with things to say
      and no one to understand them, you with no one to understand. you have
      fumbled for fascinating answers to smalltalk questions from a girl you only want
      in order to drive the girl you love as mad as she's driven you.

      and you will, and you will,
      smudge the line between maybe and yes--it's something about knowing.
      maybes are not afraid of the dark. maybes do not have favorite colors.
      maybes have freckles, tequila breath, guilt, a pair of shoes
      that, when you see them again on someone else, will make you pause. "don't"
      in the air they exhale, or "in four decades, when we are old
      and have forgotten one another and met again"


10 a) This needs George Michael/Maeby fic. It does.
 
 
Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: fallout boy - sugar, we're going down (shut up!)
 
 
angelgazing
10 December 2005 @ 12:06 am
yeah, it's a revelation  
Things I want to remember when I don't have things I have to write:

1) He's just a boy whose life keeps going wrong.
2) "There's nothing here. I'm empty and tired. I don't want you, I just want something."



There should be more. But there's not. Go figure.
 
 
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Current Music: cough andrew bird. still. what of it?