Sea Serpents IV by Gustav Klimt
So I've been on a Mary Magdalene kick of late... Hence the piece I've chosen...
Mary Magdalene Repentant by Gustav Doré
The listener by James Christensen A larger piece can be found here
Well, it looks like it's just the three of us interested right now. Is that ok with you, Bria and Ariestess? It will just be an intimate, er threesome.
What is this? Sitting over here with a pretty bow on top and tag? *reads tag* F-R-E-E T-I-M-E
I have know idea what to do with this as it's been so long since I have had any.
OK, I'll stop being cute and get to the question? Anyone out there interested in a wheel? I was thinking that we might do something like base the wheel off artwork instead of lurics. Any thoughts?
Title: Soul of the Sea
Word Count: 3,000
Summary: ... I can't think of one. I'm fairly sure the song doesn't apply, but the lyrics are posted on my journal anyway and I can even bold the parts that made it into the fic. A husband and wife argument over when enough is enough. Bits and pieces taken from here and there.
It was too cold to stand outside without a jacket, and too warm for her heavy overcoat, so she compromised with a velvet shawl her mother had left her. It saw more use in her home than it ever had at her mother's, who eschewed formal occasions where black velvet would have been appropriate. The fridges tickled along her arms in the wind. It felt like little spiders were crawling over her skin.
Every morning for the past week Tisha had walked out onto the balcony and stared out at the harbor, wondering. They were supposed to be back by now.
From the porch she could see the harbor, and as much of the town as remained unobscured by the forest that they had protested and fought so hard to keep intact. She loved the woods, and even though it was too cold to go down and spend much time in them now, at least as she wished, barefoot and running about, she tried to keep her eyes in the treeline and look for the hawks.
It was better than looking for the mast.
Too many arguments. Too many years of just one more season, and it wasn't as though they needed the money anymore. He had a small fleet of boats to do the work for him, men that he hired to drag the nets and carry the pots. And while she appreciated that he wanted to be a part of that and stay connected, the storms and sea were just as hard now as they had been twenty years ago.
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Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Pairings: Elizabeth/Chessy, The Parent Trap (1998)
Date: 3 April 2007
Word Count: 2767
Summary: Elizabeth learns a vital lesson about herself.
Warnings: Some girl-on-girl action is all you really have to worry about, but with it being PG13, how bad can it be?
Website: ShatterStorm Productions – Doggie Duo's Fanfic
Link to: http://bdkk.shatterstorm.net/
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we'll see…
Author’s Disclaimer: "The Parent Trap," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Walt Disney Pictures, Buena Vista Pictures, and The Meyers/Shyer Company. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with " The Parent Trap," Walt Disney Pictures, or any representatives of the actors.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the lyric2lit April challenge. The lyrics to The Clarks' "Born Too Late" were supplied by turned_earth. I'd had a few other ideas when I first got these lyrics for the plot, but then I happened to be rewatching the 1998 Lindsay Lohan version of The Parent Trap and got this idea… It just seemed…perfect!
The lyrics are listed after the story.
Dedication: shatterpath, for always finding ways to challenge me into writing something new…
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
( That voice cuts into my thoughts as neatly as a dull hacksaw, interrupting my intense scrutiny of the driveway down which the Jeep disappeared half an hour ago with my children, my ex-husband, and his new mistress -- sorry, fiancée. )