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Picking up the pen again.
Mar. 25th, 2011 02:29 pmAfter a long and somewhat unannounced hiatus from writing fics I finally managed to kick my brain into gear again and have started one that I actually hope to finish. I'll give a cookie to the first person who can guess the subject matter.
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Title: Jack
Teaser:
August 31st, 1888
What am I doing? What am I...
His hands felt clammy in his pockets. Sticky. Moving his fingers brought a near sickening sensation of half-dried, rapidly cooling liquid cracking on his skin. He wasn’t a murderer, this wasn’t him, this wasn’t part of him, he wasn’t like this but he’d done it, he’d done it just as he’d been told to.
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I might take some photos of some of the awesome things in my room later. Just to show my stuff off. Because I feel like it :B
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Title: Jack
Teaser:
August 31st, 1888
What am I doing? What am I...
His hands felt clammy in his pockets. Sticky. Moving his fingers brought a near sickening sensation of half-dried, rapidly cooling liquid cracking on his skin. He wasn’t a murderer, this wasn’t him, this wasn’t part of him, he wasn’t like this but he’d done it, he’d done it just as he’d been told to.
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I might take some photos of some of the awesome things in my room later. Just to show my stuff off. Because I feel like it :B
