Title: Any Given Day Author: Dante Pairings: None. Category: Gen. H/C. Rating: PG-13. Spoilers: None. Summary: Dean in pain. Sam to the rescue. Nothing else. Disclaimer: Belongs to Kripke and Co. No infringement intended. Picture it: Midnight. A random motel room.
... pushed him and he crawled onto a seat, his head falling into a lap, not his brothers, though they were close by. But it someone he could trust. Kevin closed his eyes. The euphoria was shifting into nausea as he started to lose control of what he was feeling. “He doesn’t look so good,” a voice said above him. Kevin groaned and buried his face into something, material smelling of dust and fire. “...
Whelp. Here it is, my ficathon entry for 2k9. This piece sorta came at me like a bullet train running late to get to the next stop. I wrote it at breakneck speed for me and I actually really enjoyed writing it. When I thought of the songs I was going to use for this year I was pretty sure I was going to end up with either X-Japan, Third Eye Blind or Journey. Then I heard this song and it had such...
... 01-02-2010 to 01-08-2010: Sat =1:30-9:15pm Sun = --- Mon = 8:00-4:30pm Tue = 1:00-8:30pm Wed = --- Thu = 10:30-6:00pm Fri = 8:00-12:00pm Sat = 5:00-9:15pm In other news, I'm pretty sick. Congestion then runny nose, headache, fever, nausea, coughing up phlegm... all that unpleasantry. I hope I feel better tomorrow, they need me. At least, I think they do. Possibly they do. Something something.
...some other material to the next chapter. Enjoy! Chapter 20 The hatch stretched blankly in front of her. It was just as cold, as artificial, as it had been the first time. Kara swallowed against the nausea in her throat. This wasn’t any easier. If fact, if anything, it was harder . “Enter!” called Cain. Kara slid aside the knob, noiselessly opened the hatch, and stepped inside. The ...
...exactly as she had the first time. With magic overwhelming her and washing over her like the foulest of tsunamis, making her gasp and have to catch herself on a high gate, and not a little bit of nausea too. It passed in moments that felt like eternity, and until then, she contented herself with concentrating on her breathing. So she was back, away from Voldemort— how had he known? Oh gods, don’t ...
... November 1, 1979 Lily wasn't even two minutes in the Ministry before she wished she could have stayed home. Her head was still throbbing from the aftermath of yesterday's Hallowe'en party, and the nausea she'd felt during breakfast hadn't helped. James (who had been way too perky for someone who had seemed even more pissed than she had been last night) had suggested she take the day off,...
... and had no real interest in a lasting relationship, I couldn’t fathom it. I was terrified.” He looked searchingly at her. “Could that be love?” “Sounds like it to me,” Penny whispered. “Love involvesnausea and palpitations? Does that happen a lot?” “Sometimes,” said Penny, trying to stifle a laugh and not quite succeeding. “It’s like I told you. It’s not cut and dried like your equations. Not...
... sighed and turned to look at Elizabeth. She returned his look, adding a weak smile. She was feeling far from good, the ancient text on the laptop screen dancing in front of her eyes, the nausea stirring in her stomach. The lights above her head and coming from the screen made her headache throb painfully, wishing she could lie down and close her eyes for a moment. Carson had checked on her a ...
... (for lack of a better term) can be a deeply fulfilling thing even when not followed through on in the typical way. I discovered the use of the word to be oddly liberating instead of providing the nauseainducingemptiness that it would have given me in years past. Why is it that the English language only gives us one word for Love? It probably says something about our culture, though I'm not sure...
