licenseartistic October mood + cold|
Prompt #006 - “ Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.” C. S. Lewis.
Men always want to be a woman's first love. Women like to be a man's last romance. - Oscar Wilde.
fandom_muses #40 mood + calm|
When I was a child and growing up in Mississippi, I never had a problem feeling safe. My mother - Mama - was warm and strong, and I could crawl into Daddy's lap up until the age of eight without feeling any sort of shame about it. It was home, and home was safe. Home was the only place I wanted to be.
She'd been at his side for hours as he drifted in and out of aching pain, watching helplessly as each attack seemed to weaken him that much more. So few times he was actually able to speak to her coherently, for the agony he was feeling was so great it inhibited his logic and coherence. Had he been able to, Stacy worried he might have thrown something or hit one of the nurses that came in to check the readings on the machines she didn't understand.
I don’t regret it. He wants me to, but I won’t. I can’t, I refuse to regret saving his life. Even now, over five years later, I’m haunted at night by the ghostly thoughts of his face telling me it’s my fault, his eyes narrowed in harsh, grating disdain even while closing his ears to my responses. It doesn’t matter anymore as to why I did it, only that I did it.
|fandom_muses topic #38|
The only nemesis I ever knew was failure. I hated it more than anything else, and was so opposed to failing at anything in the world that I destroyed myself several times to try and avoid that very thing. When I came back with less than perfection I forced myself to correct it and move onward.
talking_muses #6C mood + creative|
He didn’t slam the door because I had badgered some sense of eloquence into his head, but I did hear the pounding footsteps down the stairs. They weren’t as fluent as they had been, and my heart ached with a raw pang every time the cane sounded against the floor. It was like nails driving into a coffin, a coffin that could be walked around in and existed in. Being buried alive, and still being forced and allowed to live.
I could feel him watching me, the way he had been for the past twenty minutes. And when I moved I accented the rhythm in my hips, the smile on my face coming with far more ease than it had been for months. When was the last time I’d embraced this emotion, given myself up to sensuality and the possibility of something more than the pleasure of a cases’s win?
The sun was warm against her skin, and Stacy turned her palms upwards to meet the rays of the sun. Spinning once, her head fell back and a few cool droplets of dew played against her skin. The day was beautiful, still in its morning hours and one of the exact reasons she loved Mississippi as she did. Really, there was nothing like being home.
My greatest triumph? The easy answer to that would be claiming it as my law degree. And that wouldn't be anything small to snarl at, either, because it isn't something a lot of people are able to do. Sure, you start out basic introduction to law classes with expectations that are set higher for yourself than you ever knew possible, and you think so positively and with such confidence that failure doesn't even seem to be a conceivable option.
|fandom_muses topic #35|
I've always been the black sheep Athiest in my family, so I never believed in any sort of past life regression. It doesn't seem logical, to be honest. Where do people come up with these ideas, that your soul or whatever form of existance and awareness we have existed before? Life doesn't seem to be about that. It's more that we get one chance to do what we can with what we're given, and then that's it.
|elite_muses August RP topic - Renting a video|
It still felt like home, Princeton. At least, at times like these Stacy could delude herself into thinking that either everything was all right or everything would somehow manage to be all right. Shouldering her laptop's case she made quick to cross the street, glancing from side to side out of sheer force of habit. For the time being she was staying at a hotel about two blocks from the hospital, and thankfully there were advancements made as far as hotel amenities went. Planning to take full advantage of the DVD player hooked to the room's thirty-seven inch television, Stacy pushed open the door to the familiar video store.
|talking_muses topic #2A|
|talking_muses topic #1C - First|
It wasn’t even a restaurant, not really. A small hole in the wall surrounded by dismal, collapsing apartment buildings and streets littered with trash and graffiti was hardly a restaurant. It might have been more of one if the food had been acceptable but hours later I could still taste the grease in my mouth and the acidic backwash of poorly made iced tea.
|fandom_muses topic #32|
Topic 32: Therapists say that the best way to work through unresolved issues is to write a letter and say all the things you need to say to the person you are having conflict with. This can be a letter you decide to send, but more often than not it will be a letter that no one but you will read. We want you to write a letter to someone, anyone, and say whatever it is you need to say. You can be completely honest in this letter because most likely, you will probably decide not to send it.