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Ah, Fridays. How I still love you so.
The kids are feeling glum, it's the their last Friday of freedom before school starts next Thursday. Mom's doing the happy dance because today is their last Friday of freedom before school starts next Thursday. :)
I should get off my butt and pull out my fall decorations. The weather is wet and chilly, a perfect fall day for September first.
I've been playing around with the idea of taking some credit classes at the community college near my house. I've always been interested in History, what kind would I take? Art History? Western Civilization? American History?
Decisions, decisions.
I guess I have no real point to this post, other than to say I wrote another SPN fic earlier: no little kisses goodbye. It's Jessica-centric, and includes spoilers for the pilot.
Here's a tease:
Two lambs stumble into the clearing, their hindquarters collapsing against the ground as they fall and make angels in the snow. There’s a war raging, she can smell the ash, feel the heat, but the blood of the lambs stains the snow. She shivers as freezing rain falls on her, biting into her exposed shoulders. Staring down at the two dead lambs, she slowly kneels and places her fingers into the blood. Flashes of darkness, of rage fill her head.
Instantly, she sees everything, Sam, his brother, their father and Mary, oh God – Mary, and she knows she’ll never hear his heart beat against hers again.
Why do I suddenly have an urge to write Papa Winchester? Damn, these Winchester boys. John is just going to have to wait. I have Dean's first kiss on the burner and then a Mary/John planned for after that.
The kids are feeling glum, it's the their last Friday of freedom before school starts next Thursday. Mom's doing the happy dance because today is their last Friday of freedom before school starts next Thursday. :)
I should get off my butt and pull out my fall decorations. The weather is wet and chilly, a perfect fall day for September first.
I've been playing around with the idea of taking some credit classes at the community college near my house. I've always been interested in History, what kind would I take? Art History? Western Civilization? American History?
Decisions, decisions.
I guess I have no real point to this post, other than to say I wrote another SPN fic earlier: no little kisses goodbye. It's Jessica-centric, and includes spoilers for the pilot.
Here's a tease:
Two lambs stumble into the clearing, their hindquarters collapsing against the ground as they fall and make angels in the snow. There’s a war raging, she can smell the ash, feel the heat, but the blood of the lambs stains the snow. She shivers as freezing rain falls on her, biting into her exposed shoulders. Staring down at the two dead lambs, she slowly kneels and places her fingers into the blood. Flashes of darkness, of rage fill her head.
Instantly, she sees everything, Sam, his brother, their father and Mary, oh God – Mary, and she knows she’ll never hear his heart beat against hers again.
Why do I suddenly have an urge to write Papa Winchester? Damn, these Winchester boys. John is just going to have to wait. I have Dean's first kiss on the burner and then a Mary/John planned for after that.
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Date: 2006-09-01 07:34 pm (UTC)As soon as I watch some episodes of Supernatural, I promise I'll read your fic. :) ♥
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Date: 2006-09-01 07:41 pm (UTC)I'll probably decide what course to take for next sememster, I'm SOL for this one.
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Date: 2006-09-01 07:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-02 05:47 am (UTC)I think there might be some cool field trips with a class like that. Bowman's Tower, and uh, some old cemetaries and such. (Dude, you know I totally just blanked on what I was initially going to say there. ;0)
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Date: 2006-09-02 12:18 am (UTC)You definitely need to write this. Yes.
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Date: 2006-09-02 05:50 am (UTC)She's badass too, (so far). Spending her time in a mental institution, tranquilzed off her ass, waiting for Dean and Sam to come break her out. (Only she doesn't know that of course.) Heh. I still have a few plot points to work out, but it's plodding along. :)