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15 February 2017 @ 08:23 pm
So, short explanation; last autumn I discovered a new Larp system, Twisted Tales. The system is brilliant; totally fallen in love with the amount of effort put in by the crew, the concept, everything... it's an amazing world.
Part of what makes it so great is that one of the incredibly talented contributors has reworked several fairy tales to fit the mythos of the world... teaching lessons, highlighting dangers, the old use of the tales. I took much enjoyment reading through them, and working out what story they were based on, and thought I would give it a go myself.

Here's the result.

A time ago, there was an Alchemists daughter...Collapse )
15 February 2017 @ 07:30 pm
Prompt: Your super power is “Swing.” Every time you snap your fingers to a rhythm, music starts playing from out of the Blues and everybody is forced to participate: dancing, singing, nodding head, or snapping with you. One day you meet your arch-nemesis.

Your fingers slide uselessly over each other; no friction, no snap. You stare at horror at the man before you. "Who ARE you?"

"You can call me... Mr Moist."
08 February 2017 @ 01:28 pm
Old piece I found whilst looking through my prompts file - It needs some polish but I quite like it

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24 January 2017 @ 10:45 am
...I haven't given up already. I have a couple of ideas that are works in progress, I am just lacking motivation/inspiration currently.

There will be more writing. I just need to get my head back in the game.
Current Mood: draineddrained
11 January 2017 @ 05:50 pm
...I want to do more of it.

So, it's been a while since I did anything with Livejournal. Mostly because of time, some of it due to not feeling I had anything much to say and share.
But I want to write. It's something I enjoy, it's something I produce that people seem to enjoy, and I can find purpose in creating worlds. I get the same sense of accomplishment from putting together a larp but... well, writing is more permanent. So I might as well use this journal for that.

So, went fishing for prompts on Facebook. Putting the finished drabbles here as a back up. I realise that her might not be the sturdiest place to make a back up but it is a start.

So, LJ, for now, I'm back. I may be shouting into empty air at this point, but meh.

Prompt: He sat, alone, on that damp cardboard square, gazing through bleary eyes at the cracked skin of his fingertips....Collapse )

Prompt: Synethesia on a bus.Collapse )

His mother's eyes and his father's coat. Both in his possession.Collapse )
Current Mood: Resolved
Current Music: Background Childrens TV
Brief summary of vaguely structured thoughts

The GoodCollapse )

The BadCollapse )

The UglyCollapse )

So, yes. Had a lot of fun. There's more good than bad or ugly. There's things to pursue, roleplay to be had, growth to be done. All these things are good.
Current Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
31 December 2013 @ 02:05 pm
I thought I'd play too.

Ask any character I've written/played in any system or fiction for advice, and they will provide it, advice columnist style. Your problems or fictional characters' problems both welcome. Management is not responsible for the results of following said advice.
13 March 2012 @ 07:50 pm
So, for all of you who don't know, Peter and I are buying a house.
The contracts exchanged today.

This means, all things being equal, completion on Tuesday. On Tuesday 20th March, we will own a house.
How cool is that?!?!?!

But yes, a request. Anyone who is around and able to help on:
The weekend of the 24th & 25th for painting
Sunday 1st April for lifting & shifting of heavy objects

Would be hugely appreciated. We can reciprocate with feeding and drinks afterwards, and much much gratitude.
Please let Peter or me know if you're able?
07 March 2012 @ 08:54 pm
She dreamed.

She dreamed of sunsets; scarlet fire spreading across the horizon, a conflagration of heat and light. Molten gold in rivulets along dusky shapes, and over silhouetted distances.

She dreamed of strange and disturbing worlds, where people changed colour dependant on their mood, and where you could only ever speak of the emotion you felt in that moment.

She dreamed of flying; tumbling through a great expanse of blue and knowing that she would never fall because she was in total control. Exhilaration and discovery and freedom, all above a patchwork spread open to explore.

And then she woke. She woke to a world that seemed grey, faded, to the vibrancy of her dreams, but occasionally surprised her with a flash of familiar colour. She woke to a world that moved too slowly, too uniformly, compared to the changeable nature of the dreamscape she played in.

She would attempt to dream whilst awake, let her mind wander, and for some part it worked well enough. But the real world would steal in, and she would find her thoughts far from where she would have them go.

The real world stole her time away from her, made her thoughts grey-tinged and regular. She grew up and joined the steps of everyone around her, the pattern that everything followed.

But still she dreamed.