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[24 Jan 2005|10:49pm]

fakinghome
[ mood | grateful ]

I had not a clue what to write about and then Maddy suggested "writing about haters".
And so here I am.
Ficful.

i can't watch tv for four minutesCollapse )

not be moved by you?Collapse )

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SHE SAID SEX *gasp* [18 Jan 2005|11:38pm]

snoozleberg
[ mood | drained ]

I need a life

I got a girl and her name is maryCollapse )

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[30 Dec 2004|09:07pm]

withpaperwings_
[ mood | weird ]

"What're your resolutions, dude?" The mess hall was loud, everyone scrabbling and protecting their food from would-be stealers. Squid's eyes were wary as they focused on Zig, whose hair was wet from the shower he had just had. He was slouching slightly, as he always did, away from the light and the attention tall people usually got.

"Resolutions?" He asked, mind clicking over the possible resolutions he would need. Why? What did you have to have resolutions for, he wondered. Suddenly, in a flash, he recalled back to 'normal life' - outside this hellhole. His eighth grade teacher, passing around a box...collecting their resolutions for next year. His eyes darted from Zig's face to his plate, and then up to the far wall, on which a large clock and calendar sat. Sure enough, Christmas had been crossed off without so much as a second glance, and New Year's Day was fast approaching. Two days.

He thought fast, trying to recall even a single other thing he wanted to achieve in his life, other then getting to the bottom of the hole, and finding true love, which seemed very lame in the stark sunlight. Finally he smiled half-heartedly and shrugged, stabbing his fork gently into the potato that had grown cold on the side of his plate.

"I've decided I'm not going to have any this year. I'm perfect in every single way." He shovelled the food off the grimy plate and into his mouth, not caring about the hundreds of possible diseases he could be getting. People who thought like that here ended up dead, if not from starvation then from the cold, or from the very opposite of the thing they feared.

"Perfect. Yeah, I'd say you're pretty darn close," Zig muttered, smiling quickly before also digging into his meal.

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[20 Dec 2004|06:04pm]

withpaperwings_
[ mood | LAMED OUT ]

humour of the LAME sort.

and then the Collapse )

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[20 Dec 2004|04:51pm]

withpaperwings_
[ mood | hot ]

School marks always frustrated Squid. He never did very well, which was why he dreaded the week that came when report cards would be sent out. Occasionally, he would work extra hard and get a C, maybe a B if he was really good, but most of the time his report had read D's the entire way through, punctuated by the random D+ and C. It was very rare that he passed anything.

school sucksCollapse )

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[15 Nov 2004|10:24pm]

snoozleberg
[ mood | confused ]

Writing to make the fic-demon-pinky less desperate for her zuig.

You are all I long for...babyCollapse )

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[15 Nov 2004|08:12pm]

withpaperwings_
[ mood | amused ]

And so Maddy decreeded, a challenge shall be set.

And it was done.

"Fly me to the moon"
Mountains
Someone feeling sick


wooowowooCollapse )

wooo i suck. XD

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[13 Oct 2004|09:08pm]

withpaperwings_
[ mood | refreshed ]

Santa never brought him anything. It was nothing personal, just an agreement they had together. That's what he TRIED to tell Zig-Zag, who refused to believe him. It was a game the two had -- at camp they gave each other rocks and stole kisses quickly in the shadows, at home they now had the chance to 'save up', to anticipate each other's reactions, to steal kisses in bright daylight, if they dared.

It was just a game, though. It all ended when the mistletoe was put away, until the next year. It was like a fairy-tale, something he waited all year for, and maybe that's why they both loved it so much. No one at school understood his love for the winter months, why he grinned more and more as the lake froze over, why he seemed to positively glow during those seasons.

That was why he was so suprised when, at seven am as he stepped out into the already hot summer morning, he almost trod on a little flower. Nothing special, just a little daisy. He tucked the flower into his backpack, musing on the mysterious giver of such an odd gift and tracing the same path to school.

Except he didn't get there, that morning. A guy in black clothes - black jeans, tight black shirt, black runners - was leaning in the alley that he normally ran down between the main streets. And it wasn't just any random guy, either.

It was almost like Christmas again. Except, this time, there was no stupid sleigh bells jingling, and he had a valid excuse to take off his shirt.

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[09 Oct 2004|02:30pm]

snoozleberg
There are many fearsome predators in the world. Sharks, Lions, Piranas...But none of them live up to the fearsome pinky.
She attacked me today.
And I have the battle-challenge-scars to prove it.
I hear chicks dig scars.


"what's with you and so and so?" <~ use that line
glitter, and guy's hatred of it
sifting sand
a cucumber

The moon...bitchCollapse )
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tell them how i've defied gravity. [04 Oct 2004|08:14pm]

withpaperwings_
[ mood | loved ]

Let's Talk About Sex, Baby

Quote from Maddy: "RUB ME RUB ME RUB-a-dub dub ME OH YEH"


"And then she's all like "RUB ME RUB ME RUB-a-dub dub ME OH YEH"...guh." Squid shook his head, throwing himself down on the couch.

"But don't you just enjoy saying that..." Zig-Zag said slyly, turning to watch as Squid grinned as well.

"Only a little. But you know, it's meant to mean THAT."

"And what, exactly, is 'that' meant to mean?" Zig asked, his tone implying he knew quite well. Of course, this 'tone' passed right over Squid's head, as most do, and he stuttered, trying to find the words to explain. There were some embarrassing actions and half words before he finally shrugged and just fluttered his hands helplessly.

"You know. birds and bees and things." Zig choked on his coke, laughing so hard he nearly spilt it everywhere.

"BIRDS AND BEES AND THINGS? OH DEAR GOD SQUID. Next you'll be saying garden hoses and flowers and things."

"well, that's just the way i describe it and STOP IT! Could you describe it better, huh?" When he was upset, Squid got bitchy, which was funny.

"yeah, i can. in three letters, actually. S-e-x. Simple. Easy. Is fun to say, not to mention do. Come on now Squid, say it with me. Sex. Sex. SEX." Squid blushed rather quickly, shaking his head and wondering if anyone could hear. Or if anyone could see.

After deciding no one could, he leaned over (Zig-Zag was already sprawled along half the couch, it wasn't hard to reach him), and stuck his fingers into his friend's pocket, pulling himself onto Zig's lap. Which didn't bother either of them, particularly.

"I can say it. Sex. You're right, it is fun. So's this though, I've found." And with that, he reached up and pulled Zig's face down, wondering what the fuck he was doing.

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""And you know how to spell Alan, right? It's A-l-a-n. And, and, and, just be careful. If it..." [04 Oct 2004|07:41pm]

withpaperwings_
[ mood | giggly ]

"And you know how to spell Alan, right? It's A-l-a-n. And, and, and, just be careful. If it looks weird, my mum'll open it. And, um. you have my address, right? And um..." There was a silence, in which Zig looked very amused and Squid looked uneasy. It didn't last for long.

"Oh fuck it." Squid said quickly, throwing his arms around Zig-Zag and burying his face in his friend's collar for just that one second. He didn't care what ANYONE thought. And besides, it was something he had wanted to do forever.

He breathed in deep, trying to remember everything in the short time he had. Then he let go, and turned away real quick, letting his fingers brush along the railing of the mess hall one last time. There was a small, faint smile that crept onto Squid's face, making him sigh and stare back at D-Tent, where six other boys stood, all looking miserable. The most heartbreaking, a stony sort of glare from Zig, which he always 'put on' when he was upset. It was a defense mechanism.

Who was gonna watch TV with him anymore?

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[02 Oct 2004|03:47am]

withpaperwings_
[ mood | devious ]

There was something in the way he was staring that made Squid uncomfortable.

It was that he couldn’t look away.

It was that he had to meet Zig-Zag’s eyes, had to watch as he would dart them away, staring at the sky with fascination.

And it was the way he would always look back, when Squid had once again diverted his own eyes.



It was really annoying too.

It meant he couldn’t dig one foot without looking up, or checking his hat and blankie were still covering his AWFUL hair, or wiping the sweat from his brow. He wondered how ZigZag could dig any of his hole at all, if he was always watching him.

And it’s not like he said anything to him. Squid would be happy if Zig-Zag taunted him like X-Ray, or laugh at him like Magnet, or even just joke with him, in a LAME way, like Stan. But no. Nothing was said, nothing was done.

There was a far off rumbling and Squid looked up, resting his fingers on the side of his crumbly hole.

There was a storm. That’s what it looked like anyway. More then three clouds in the sky, which was a phenomenon out here. Zig pointed to the biggest one, a dark looking one, and said something synonymous with doom, for Squid anyway.

“Looks like an electrical storm to me.”

Squid whimpered quietly to himself. He hated electrical storms more then any other. They frightened him so much he wanted to hide under his bed until they faded away, wanted to never come out. And Zig was always right about the weather. It was something to do with his hair.

Only Zig, whose hole was closest, heard him. Under his breath, the slow scraping of the other boys digging and Stan’s grunting, he had said something to Squid, that he swore he didn’t hear right.

But he had.

“I’ll protect you.”


And somehow, for some reason, it didn't storm that night. The other boys blamed the mountains, blamed the arid desert, but Squid knew better. Somehow, he knew that with that wise grin and crazy hair, Zig had redirected the storm away from them. For him.

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[23 Sep 2004|09:33pm]

withpaperwings_
The Sandman

There was SAND in his bed. He could feel the grains in his back. He HATED it when he got sand in his bed, because every fucking day he was surrounded by fucking sand, and then he came back here, the only place NOT sandy, only to find some idiot had stood in his bed. Or done something in his bed, he thought quietly, twisting under the harsh woollen blanket. It was suddenly very uncomfortable in this bed, and he pulled himself out of it and lurched towards the nearest bed. As he fell in, he realised tiredly, it was Zig’s. Not that that mattered much to him as he was usually the first one up anyway.

"Squid? Why're you here?"

"sand. in my bed." he said rather quietly, pulling his blanket tighter around himself. It was suddenly quite cold in here.

"Oh yeah. Forgot I put that in there..." Zig muttered into Squid's ear, grinning as he tightened his grip on his friend's waist. "Oh well. Guess you'll have to stay here..."

The two boys grinned in the darkness and settled down to sleep, both glad of the sand in Squid's bed.
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suddenly everything has changed. [21 Sep 2004|08:45am]

fakinghome
[ mood | high ]

w00t. This was my Two Lines Challenge (which was due on...Saturday...but I did last night/this morning.)

Shivvy gave me the words 'Richard' and 'improvement'...which sort of but not really helped. XD

word count: 1,087

(click)

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she said it symbolises awesome powers [11 Sep 2004|08:30pm]

withpaperwings_
[ mood | good ]

Maddy Challenge

- 'revolution'
- Tears (of joy or sadness or ow-i-just-fell-over you decide)

it's some sort of roll i'm on.

or i just haven't written any b/m, b/w, j/w or anything else today. Must. let. writing. out.

I'm gonna be impossible.Collapse )

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challenge: free, new shoes, boredom [11 Sep 2004|04:36pm]

withpaperwings_
[ mood | giddy ]

it wasn't so bad, he supposed. there would nice...well, it wouldn't be so hard after a while. And he would most probably, almost definetly, meet really nice people who he could be friends with. And he wouldn't have to go to school, right? No assignments, no exams, it was like a holiday. It was even hot there, apparently, so he could get a tan or something.

Squid ambled over to the showers, leaning against the wood support carefully as the bright, yellow bus pulled into the dusty center. It was a sight he had gotten used to, having been here so long, and sometimes he remembered back to when he first got here, a small little annoying wanker, who everyone hated. It was understandable.

The doors pulled open and he shifted, boredom evading him for just a moment as the boy was led out by the wrists, still handcuffed. They usually didn't keep them in the cuffs after they arrived here. There was nowhere to go.

"My name's Alan. You can call me A if you want. That's what I alway-oof-" He heard his whiney little voice in his own head and his eyes stung as he remembered the harsh blow he had been dealt not five minutes after arriving. They didn't like him much, and he had learnt to live with that, because who needs them anyway?

"You can let him free, it's not like he'll go anywhere." Mr Sir's strange voice echoed around the camp, making the guard look up from where he was nervously standing.

"If it's all the same, I'd rather leave him cuffed until we have to leave. I'm not taking any chances. I've met some weird ones, but this one...this one's unpredictable." Mr Sir scoffed at the man and handed him a bottle of coke, which the guard hastily took and quickly unlocked the handcuffs, rushing to get onto the bus so he wouldn't have to be around.

"NOW, you! Stand up straight, boy. No use slouching. You're here because you have to be taught a lesson. Do you know what that lesson is?" His beady stare bore into the boy, but he obeyed and stood up, standing taller then Mr Sir and looking down at him quietly.

"Well, if you're not going to answer, i'll tell you. You've done something WRONG and you have to say SORRY. You'll do this by digging HOLES. ONE every day, for the next EIGHTEEN MONTHS. IF you run, you'll DIE. Your best bet, BOY, is to JUST dig the hole as QUICKLY as you CAN. GOT THAT?" the boy nodded mutely and Mr Sir dusted off his hands, striding quickly away in the direction of where Squid knew the supplies to be kept.

But the new boy didn't follow him. Instead he stood stone still, eyes glancing around quickly, taking note of everything. Finally, exasperated, Squid stepped forward quickly and cocked his head at the boy.

"You gonna folla him? You better. You need some new shoes anyway. Gooo on." The boy looked up and met his eyes, then shrugged slightly, saying "Might as well. Don't think you're ordering me though. Going of my own free will."

Squid rolled his eyes and gave the boy a quick push in the middle of his back, feeling a grin spread across his face. The boy turned around and gave him the finger - almost in a friendly way though, and continued walking, in a sort of crooked, zigzag line. Maybe he wouldn't be so lonely now. Maybe, just maybe.

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Because pinky attacked me with a broom [11 Sep 2004|04:52pm]

snoozleberg
[ mood | awake ]

She did. I was sitting alone, doing charitable works and then out of the mist came the fearsom figure of the Mighty Pink.
And she beat me up.
With a broom

And bade me write her fic of sexy proportions.
She said
"maddy, only you are sexy enough to write me fic that is as sexy as you...plus shivvy and smo are not around for me to attack"

So here goes, its been so long I might SUCK
wait thats nothing new

I'd like to visit the moonCollapse )

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[01 Aug 2004|02:32pm]

withpaperwings_
[ mood | confused ]

*stretches* Old challenge here...

MADDY CHALLENGE

"all we need is our lives in a suitcase"
Fire
Orange peel
Something stolen

life thoughts by Squid. Not gonna be very deep.Collapse )

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[07 Jul 2004|08:08pm]

withpaperwings_
[ mood | lethargic ]

Because Maddy wanted some, and I am COLD.

She has given me a challenge and Smo has original fiction she wants too, so it shall be a WRITEY night for me.

wow, what happened to my long fics?Collapse )

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here ficcy ficcy ficcy [22 Jun 2004|08:22pm]

snoozleberg
[ mood | cheerful ]

So I was given a beautiful, wonderous and amazing challenge by Pinky. I then wrote a story, read it and realised I didnt refer to any of the things she asked for. *woe*

Oh challenge I pine for thee.

And so, tonight I bring you an extravaganza of writing.
A fic-a-palooza of the shinyest type. Hold on to your seats folks and prepare yourself for the most mind boggling, disjointed, caffeine inspired, strange and migrain inspiring story of your lives.
tonight...we dance

I know I wont be leaving here with youCollapse )

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