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20min Speed Write, 12/3/14
Song: Sarah McLachlan, "Stupid"
Characters: Brant

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Brant tossed the window open and sat on the edge of the sill, looking down across the roof to the streets below, frowning at the breeze that brought just a little relief to the sweltering heat.

She swung her legs out of the window and moved out onto the roof, slipping along the silent well known pathways to wherever she wanted to go. She’d spent how many nights moving this way while the city slept? Unseen, taking this or that – whatever she’d wanted.

She stopped to watch the ends of a gathering in one back garden and then moved on, finally dropping to the streets. It was such habit, the quick smile, a charming little side step, a bump, an apology, and she kept walking. She didn’t even realize what she’d done till she stuck her hands back in her pockets, and her fingers encountered cold hard metal.

She pulled the coins out of her pocket and stopped to look at them. Nothing major, and she’d need more than this tiny bit, but it would have been good start once. She’d always taken a first attempt that earned anything as a good sign, and this was more than the usual change. She took a deep breath, the simple thrill of seeing silver and bronze in her hand playing along her nerves.

She lifted her head and looked around, the tiny tendrils of guilt painting shadows across her emotions. Would he be upset, she wondered, to find her standing there with someone else’s money in her hand?

He’d been a thief once, too, but now he wasn’t. He was what the thieves avoided – guard and guardian. But this was her world – the shadows, the hard edges, the drunks and the hungry, the poor and the not-as poor. This was how she survived.

She dropped the coins back in her pocket, and then she slipped her hands into them as well. A snap of anger flicked across her mind. Why in the world should she even care what he’d think, anyways?

She turned on her heel and swept her hair out of her eyes with a quick, irritated gesture. She couldn’t sleep with how disgustingly hot it was, anyways – she may as well do what she’d always done, and see what the night held. Or rather, what the people in it held… and what she’d be holding at the end of the night.
20 Min speed write
Same story as the 8 & 10 writes. Just another part.
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10 min Speed Write, 12/3/14
Song: Seal, "Kiss from a Rose"

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As she walked off down the side alley, he urged Misande to follow. The little mare easily caught up with her, and she turned her head to look up at him.

One eye was solid blue, the other had islands of pale green floating amid the blue. She pressed her lips together, her expression going from wary to unwelcoming, and she gave a slight toss of her head before looking away, scoffing at him.

“I saw what you did back there.” He said, setting Misande’s reins across her neck as he leaned over to be closer to eye level.

“Oh right, are you going to punish me now for giving two hungry street rats a bit of coin, then?” She turned those odd eyes back on him again, and he couldn’t help but smile. The flippant disregard was so familiar. He’d been the one being so rude once.

“No, actually.” He stopped Misande and slid off her back, landing behind the girl as he did so. She turned as he landed, and lifted her chin slightly in a challenging way, squaring her shoulders off at the same time.

When he held his hand out to her, she lowered her gaze to it briefly, then raised one eyebrow before putting her own in it, watching him carefully. “What, exactly..?”

“My name is {Insert Name Here]… what is your name?” He thought for a second, then smiled at her again.

She pursed her lips at him ever so slightly, eyes narrowing. “Brant.”
10min Speed Write
The meeting mentioned in the 8min speed write. Yay.
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8 minute Speed Write, 12/3/14
Song: Sarah McLachlan, "Dirty Little Secret"
Characters: Brant & Unnamed other MC

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He tilted his head as he looked at her, then lifted his hands and gently slid his fingers into her short shorn red hair. He hated seeing her standing there looking so… broken.

He leaned close, pressing his lips softly to her forehead. He could remember when they first met. The way she’d glanced up at him, taller than she was on the back of his horse. The lift of one eyebrow, the tilt of her head, and the disdain reflected in those green and blue eyes.

She’d scoffed without a word, almost as if daring him to call her out on some imagined slight. He’d had that ability, that power, and she… hadn’t cared. She’d looked at him like he’d once looked at people in his position.

He slid his arms around her, pulling her close, and he spoke quietly.

“You are amazing, Brant.” He hated the feeling of her in his arms – all bones and sorrow. She had no substance, now, and it scared him. “You’ve got a heart of gold. You did what you could to save one child, and in doing so you’ve saved so many more. If you’d tried to save any of the others, or any more than her, you may have been caught. And then she would have been theirs, and you wouldn’t be here – and we wouldn’t know where to find them, or who they are, or how to save any of the others.”

“I saw them.” She said, simply, before lifting her head to look him in the eyes, begging understanding. “I was there, and I saw what happened and…”

“And you did your best. How many times did you almost die?”

She couldn’t count, and she shook her head slightly, soundless.

“You saved HER, Brant. She may have seen bad things, but she can go home and be with her parents, and be safe again. Most of the others you know … they couldn’t.”

She closed her eyes briefly. It was true – most of those children had come to be there already broken, just like she had been when she’d run away.
8Min Speed Write 12/3/14
Took a bit of story and wrote it. 8min speed write challenge.
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Why bother
To think it'll change
and maybe you won't be invisible
forgotten

Why bother
to wonder why you're forgotten
you just
don't matter

Why bother
with thinking that
maybe this time
you'll be treated better
like he always is

Why bother
when you know
you won't
time and time again

Why bother
it's all just
the same old same old


Why bother
caring


... because you can't stop.
If home is where the heart is
Then mine is far away
For as much as I love myself
I loved you more than me



A thousand nights spent missing you
And even though you'll never know
You're always welcome in my heart
I'll gladly spend a thousand more



I finally stopped counting
The time that you've been gone
How quickly though
Could I still figure it (It's 2 months till a year)

Untitled Rambling
Just some verses...
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It's crap. Not my art, my life.

I'm on government aid. Not disability, but welfare, until my MH and other issues are sorted enough to figure out where I stand. Even so, I've applied for jobs and either been ignored, or am still waiting to hear back.

My son's birthday is the 12th, and I can't afford anything for him, not even a cake. I got him one toy, an I owe my Mom for that. Next month I have to buy him school supplies, and somehow buy him new some new clothes, and probably should buy him new shoes, but that will have to wait.

My car just died. Won't start. Jumping it won't help, so it's likely the starter or alternator, both of which are $100-$200 parts alone - plus it can't be started so I can't even drive it to a shop.

Then there is the money owed to my mother, my brother, and several past-due medical bills that are heading to collections.

How am I supposed to get to appointments, including the weekly therapy appointments I need to attend to get the welfare? By making my brother take me everywhere, until he gets work. Meanwhile, he has his own appointments, interviews, etc...

I'm tired. The world seems like it'd be better without my problems. I'm not going to do anything stupid, no worries.

I'm selling art. Mirrors or anything else. It'll do no good but the offer is there.
  • Mood: Suffering
  • Listening to: TV Commercials
  • Reading: Nothing
  • Watching: Nothing
  • Playing: Nothing
  • Eating: Nothing
  • Drinking: Cherry Real Sugar Pepsi

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