...a few decent entries here that flowed effortlessly and weren't painstakingly cobbled together from a junkdrawer of ideas. I posted a brief piece on Derek Lowe returning to Fenway, wrote a few sharp responses to Wallace-L and had a nice bit of correspondence with a fellow lister about Robyn Hitchcock, all of which were basically written in two drafts, a bad one and then a polished one, in the span ...
... accepts the world As anything but sculpture. Good-bye, Mrs. Pappadopoulos, and thanks. From Transport to Summer by Wallace Stevens. And something more.....classic? "A Dish of Peaches in Russia" With my whole body I taste these peaches,... I did not know That such ferocities could tear One self from another, as these peaches do. From Arcades of Philadelphia the Past by Wallace Stevens.
Shilo could not sleep. So she came up to the roof, where she could think without feeling like she might disturb Momoko. Right. Thinking. Not about blond princes in Spandex and great asses and- "SHILO MARNI WALLACE. Get a hold of yourself, right now ." Yes, she was going to lecture herself. [ooc: open like a roof, feel free to catch her up here. Yes, I just decided that Nathan would name her...
Characters: Shilo Wallace, Nathan Wallace, anyone passing by. When: May 11th, evening Where: South Eastern quarter near the clinic Rating: T just in case Summary: Shilo just found herself here and is waiting for her dad to come get her. Shilo sat on a low stone wall wearing her dead mother's dress and covered in her 'dead' father's blood. The last thing she remembered was running ...
Characters: Shilo Wallace, anyone else? Setting: Dooown into the stone hallway and pulling a right to the surgery room. o/ Time: Late-ish Night 008 Summary: Shilo is worried about running out of medicine and goes to look for some! And gets kidnapped to the panopticon for her trouble. Warnings: Possible violence, definite kidnappingz Her medicine was getting pretty low in supply, and ...
Why yes, that was Shilo doing her usual cleaning up routine around the Gallery in a cute dress. And humming to herself rather cheerfully. When she finished, she sat down at the desk, took out her laptop, and began playing around with Garage Band, since she wanted to start trying to record songs on the weekends. She brushed a curl out of her face, and smiled. As far as she was concerned, it was ...
It chills you, chills you to the bone. The odd sensation, the unwanted feeling. WE'RE INFECTED, WE'RE FEELIN' IT. Every bit of it, our limitations. It grabs you, bites you and it bodes. This is not well. On top of... Never you mind.
