1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Put iTunes or equivalent media player on random.
3. For each song that plays, write something related to the theme you picked inspired by the song. You have only the time frame of the song: no planning beforehand: you start when it starts, and no lingering afterward; once the song is over, you stop writing. (No fair skipping songs either; you have to take what comes by chance!)
4. Do 5 of these, then post.

I choose.. Buffy the Vampire Slayer!!

Bring Me to Life- Evanescence

( Brood )

The Academy Is - Classifieds

( Humor )

The Cure - Disintegration

( Drunken Brood )

HIM - Vampire Heart

( Graveyard Brood )Mindless Self Indulgence - You'll Rebel To Anything (As Long As It's Not Challenging)

( Brit Brood )

I cheated a little. There were songs I obviously couldn't use. And then I kept getting ones that only showed the same scenario to me (Buffy being mad at the world for being so burdened, Spike being all angry, etc.). And I felt like being canonish. ;p

I've been holed away writing fanfic/making graphics for summer_of_giles. I'll make sure to post it here after it's up there, but that'll be later this summer. I've got to do mine early since I'll be at camp this summer; Mark's going to post it for me while I'm gone. :)

I need to get my James story going again, but everything I write just doesn't want to finish itself. Stupid, difficult James! ;p

In other news, I hit my head twice today. 3 times in the last 24 hours! What's going on with me?! Mark's going to start making me wear a helmet if I'm not more careful.

Title: Lookin' Good
Author: strangexgirl
Fandom: original
Characters: James D'voure
Prompt: 027. Narcissus
Word Count: exactly 100
Rating: G

James buttoned up his shirt and smoothed it out against his stomach. It looked great on him; or rather, he made it look great. His jeans were a perfect fit, too. He had to look good today. Well, he had to look extra good. He always looked good.

Suzy would fall head over heels for him with one glance, he thought, running a hand through his hair. He smiled at himself in the mirror, then laughed. He’d read stories about vampires not being able to see their reflections. To imagine eternal life without being able to appreciate one’s own beauty…

Generated here, link from faith_chaos
1000 Casket Pythons

James paced broodily back and forth. Cheesy dread filled his heart. Suzy should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like her to be late. Oh, my bloody love, James thought. Where could you be?

Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Suzy had been taken hostage by Innocent Hair, a supervillain who had the city in a state of ancient terror. James fainted dead away, like kids in a candy store with no parents.

When he came to, there was a bump on his elbow and the cheesy dread had returned. "Suzy, my moody honey bunny," he cried out slowly. "What is Innocent Hair doing to you?" Probably torturing her, laughing arrogantly as he bit her in the nose.

In the midst of all the terror and tears, James remembered a story his grandmother had told him. If you fold 1000 casket pythons, then whatever you wish for will come true.

James ordered in a supply of casket and set to work, folding pythons until his elbow was sore and he could hardly see. It took a week. He was just finishing up the very last python when Suzy walked in the front door.

"Suzy!" James screamed and threw himself into Suzy's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 casket pythons and it brought you back to me." He was so happy, he felt like he was dancing under the stars. He kissed Suzy hungrily on the nose.

"Actually," Suzy said, pulling away indefinitely, "I was rescued by the Dark Banana. He's a new superhero in town." Suzy sighed. "And he's really fascinating."

The cheesy dread came back. "But you're morose to be back here with me, right?"

Suzy checked her watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the Dark Banana for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay vampiric, baby." She left and the door banged behind her.

James choked back a sob and started folding another python. Then he went out and got drunk instead.

I feel a little stupid for not knowing this, but I don't think it's exactly common knowledge.

Graveyards are attached to/owned by a church or other place of worship.

Cemeteries are a separate, usually non-religiously owned place just for burying the dead.

Why was I never notified of this?!

Generally, the two words are used as synonyms. It's not really a big deal, but I like to think I have a nice vocabulary and am good with my use of words. It also upsets me because it's yet another example of how the English language is going to crap (mostly American-English). Sigh.

Seriously, though.. did you all know this? *Spock-like eyebrow quirk*

Hrm.

Really need to get to working on that vampire novel. I've got most of the major plot points worked out in my head (and jotted down for safekeeping!), but there's a minor detail that's just making it not come out properly. I've been meaning to brainstorm about it with Mark, but neither of us have had the time to write. :(

And.. I've been bitten by a rabid, mutant, freaky, zombie plot bunny.

I'm going to write a Dr. Who/ Hannibal Lector crossover. (not with them paired together.. weird.. just with Lector and whoever else from the Red Dragon/SOTL/Hannibal series).

This is what I get for watching Dr. Who in every spare moment. But hey, Mark and I have to catch up before the next season comes out!

Title: A Void... with Hope.
Author: strangexgirl
Fandom or Genre: Dr. Who, angst..but with a brighter ending than beginning.
Pairing or Character: Rose, mentions of Doctor
Rating/Warnings: Spoilers for season 2 finale (Doomsday)
Prompt: "This is the way it ends. Not with a bang, but a ___" @ firstline_fic
Disclaimer: If I owned the Doctor and/or Rose, I would be sitting here on lj wasting my life away with fanfic..
Summary: Rose muses after the Doctor's image fades away. Set immediately after Doomsday

Title: Tea Troubles
Author: Emily (strangexgirl)
Word Count: 107
Challenge: #2 @ write_imagine

Vincent stared at the cup sitting on the silver tray. It was made of a delicate white china, with gold inlaid on the handle and the family crest stamped proudly on the bottom. The matching saucer had small but ornate filigrees, which were also present on the tray.
A maid appeared, breaking his quiet study of the tea service. She curtseyed in her little black and white uniform and took away the tray with a diligent smile.
Vincent sighed. He couldn't just steep himself a cup of Earl grey in a coffee mug like the rest of the world - that might damage his father's prideful little image.

title:Just a Snack
author: strangexgirl
rating/warnings: R for violence/gore
prompt: 004. blood @ 50_darkfics, hundred word challenge @ William's Bloody Hell.
a/n: The wording/style of this is different, and here's why: the hundred word challenge at WBH isn't just writing a story in 100 words - it's writing a story in 100 words without repeating any of the words, including a/an/the/names/etc. :D This is my fifteenth.. but they're HARD!


Blood slid down James' chin in heavy red streams as he stood victoriously over his battered, defeated prey. A muscular, fit man around twenty four years of age lay there mortally wounded, moaning helplessly - unable to speak, defend himself, or even move, poor unlucky bloke. Several severe bite marks adorned its neck, flesh savagely torn away, painfully ripped, grotesquely maimed. Silky crimson pools flowed from those deep abrasions, catching moonlight and shining iridescently; bloody pools glowed eeriely around the victim. James smirked above him, mind filled with vampiric instinct. It was feeding time for Mr. D'voure; devour being just what he'd do.

Title: Light Insights
Prompt: #53 - light, for </a></b></a>50_darkfics
Fandom/Pairing: Original, gen.
Rating: PG
A/N: just a wee character insight.

Title: Untitled.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, after the series ends. Yes, I used whatever characters I wanted.. Joss made random people come back, so can I!
Prompt: #94 (This is the way the world ends) @ all_unwritten

( needs some editing.. )

Written for key_phrase_fics


The scary thing: I'm not making this up. This is a description of a guy I've seen in the town I live close to. I don't know why he's got the mask and the flag on his basket ... hockey fan, or Jason wannabe?! I obviously don't know what he's thinking, but I think it would be neat to have a creepy character based on him.

posted for 50wordstory


Vincent slammed his fist down onto the mahogony table, shaking the plates and glasses on its surface. Usually calm eyes shone wild with rage, and long black locks billowed. He stared at his nemesis across the table. "How dare you, James, you inconsiderate oaf! You will pay with your life!"

posted for prompt in shortest_story .


I'm not sure how I feel about the last line. I'd had something about him enjoying the painful sounds the man made as the vines dug into his flesh.. but I wanted him to bite him just as they constricted. hrm.

Posted for shortest_story's prompt 'flower'.

Title: Untitled (suggestions?)
Author: me, strangexgirl
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Severus Snape, mentions of other characters
Disclaimer: It's early, and a rabid plot bunny bit me. Plus, I only wish I owned Snape - or one of his frocks.
Rating: PG

Title: ?!?!
Fandom: BtVS
Characters: Giles, Richard
Summary/warnings: Richard loses something very important. Implied, erm... ;) you know.
A/N: No matter how much I love him, Richard doesn't belong to me. I used him with permission from Mark (ozma914). Go check out his fanfic!



"Excuse me? I must have misheard you."

Richard's face flushed as he looked at the slightly older man - his boss, Rupert Giles, Head Watcher. He really didn't want to repeat himself. Hell, he didn't want to ask the question at all, but he had to. It was the only thing he knew to do; no one else would still be awake at this hour, but, as predicted, the ever-studious man still was.

The elder watcher carefully sat down the tome he'd been reading, and took off his glasses warily. Richard was one of his best Watchers, and rarely required his assistance. It must be something quite bad for the man to be here at this hour, and look so utterly embarrassed.

"What's the matter, Richard?" he asked politely, hoping the nervous man would answer him this time.

Richard cast his eyes away from the man he respected so much, thinking heavily about what he was about to say. He had to do this; he wasn't the one that was in trouble, but it was his fault. He took a deep breath, and calmly asked the question he'd come here to have answered, before he lost his nerve.

"Do you happen to have a spare handcuff key?"

Rupert Giles furrowed his brow, looking at the man quizzically. In all his years, he'd never had that question asked of him.

"A handcuff key," he said, dully, not quite believing what he'd heard.

"A handcuff key," Richard confirmed, nodding slightly.

Giles rose from his seat, putting on his glasses as he did so, and walked across the impressive library of the Watcher's Council. Since he'd become the so-called man in charge, he'd made lots of changes - including expanding the library to a vast size, making the offices large enough to actually conduct work, and adding living quarters for those dedicated souls who spent most of their time in the buildings, anyway. He darted into his office and returned a few moments later holding a small key.

He sighed dramatically as he sat back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other.

"Please tell me you've taken a demon hostage, and it ate your key," he said. Had his tone not been so bleak, it would have been a wishful statement.

Richard blushed a deeper shade of crimson.

Giles held up his hand, smiling as he handed the key to Richard. "I won't ask your reason, then," he said, not wanting to know precisely what had happened, but happy to see that Richard had finally gotten himself a female companion for the first time since he lost his wife.

"And I won't ask why you have one in the first place," Richard returned, taking the key.

Title: An Un-Jolly Xander
Author: moi
Fandom or Genre: Buffy
Pairing or Character: no pairing. Giles, Xander, and Willow
Rating/Warnings: none
Prompt: It wasn't supposed to end this way
Disclaimer: I *wish* I own Giles. *wistful sigh*
A/N: beta'd by my amazing ozma914
Summary: Willow flubs up, but she's not the one who pays for it.

This isn't usually the kind of thing I write, but it was for a roughly Canterbury Tales - ish assignment.

 Mark asked for this..