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rainbowfic2012-09-02 11:18 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2012-09-02 11:18 pm
Sapphire #18, Steel Guitar Grey #14, Mellow Yellow #13
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Smudge
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Sapphire #18. peridot, Steel Guitar Grey #14. We're two paychecks away from living out on the streets, Mellow Yellow #13. Rising Day
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, eraser (Confessions AU), brush (wend), beading wire, glue ("...you're probably feeling more optimistic than you did yesterday. The path is clearing and you have become, at least temporarily, aware of your destiny...Grant yourself the luxury of getting excited")
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Mel Artwick
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Day 366
For a year and a day, we've sailed west. A year and a day of storms, silence, empty ocean, and trying not to start killing each other as all the habits that everyone has start becoming larger and more irritating.
Then, this morning, almost as if we dreamed it, a smudge of clear, pale green on the horizon. Too pale for us to have gotten turned around, too green to have circled to what we know as the other side of the world. A smudge of pale green on the horizon, and with it the promise of something entirely new.
Story: Smudge
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Sapphire #18. peridot, Steel Guitar Grey #14. We're two paychecks away from living out on the streets, Mellow Yellow #13. Rising Day
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, eraser (Confessions AU), brush (wend), beading wire, glue ("...you're probably feeling more optimistic than you did yesterday. The path is clearing and you have become, at least temporarily, aware of your destiny...Grant yourself the luxury of getting excited")
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Mel Artwick
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Day 366
For a year and a day, we've sailed west. A year and a day of storms, silence, empty ocean, and trying not to start killing each other as all the habits that everyone has start becoming larger and more irritating.
Then, this morning, almost as if we dreamed it, a smudge of clear, pale green on the horizon. Too pale for us to have gotten turned around, too green to have circled to what we know as the other side of the world. A smudge of pale green on the horizon, and with it the promise of something entirely new.
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