- Where I Am:Living Room
- How I'm Feeling:
happy - What I'm Hearing:The dishwasher in the kitchen
( A Celebration of Meta Haiku )
Jack Frost at 50,000 Feet
( I'm here with you... )
- Where I Am:Living Room
- How I'm Feeling: good
- What I'm Hearing:Typing
( I am a woman. )
I Remember
( I remember... )
Let's Start Dancing
( The leprechaun is running free... )
- Where I Am:Bedroom
- How I'm Feeling:
depressed - What I'm Hearing:Typing
Author: Falcon Whitaker
Rating: 13+ for complete insanity
Feedback/Concrit Welcome?: Yes please
Summary: A ridiculous children's-book-style tale for silly grown-ups like me about a dissatisfied giraffe.
Author's Note: This is a present for
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luchalibrarian, a.k.a. Becca. She is awesome.( Somewhere in the world, there is a happy little zoo with elegant stonework and large sprawling enclosures where the animals live... )
- Where I Am:Bedroom
- How I'm Feeling:
awake - What I'm Hearing:AIM messenger noises
( Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, quiet )
Testing Hermione Granger
( Harry Potter, Snape/Hermione, The Princess and the Pea )
- Where I Am:Bedroom
- How I'm Feeling: tired
- What I'm Hearing:Hell's Kitchen USA
Author: Falcon Whitaker
Rating: 13+
Disclaimer: I own neither the show nor the characters. I do not profit.
Feedback/Concrit Welcome?: Certainly, and I offer e-cookies to those who give it.
Summary: Abby has some very unusual candle-holders. McGee takes exception. Implied Abby/McGee.
Author’s Notes: Dialogue only - please enjoy!
( 'Abby, they're shaped like baby heads.' )
- Where I Am:Bedroom
- How I'm Feeling:
productive - What I'm Hearing:Hell's Kitchen USA
- Where I Am:Conservatory
- How I'm Feeling: pleased
- What I'm Hearing:Typing
( I pour out my heart... )
( 1 a.m. )
Happyness
( No-one is truly happy. )
The Lonely Lament
( And how oft must I heave and sigh...? )
( Self )
- Where I Am:Bedroom
- How I'm Feeling: sleepy
- What I'm Hearing:Nostalgia Critic
Author: Falcon Whitaker
Rating: MT (Mature Teen - 16+) for some dark themes
Feedback/Concrit Welcome?: Yes please
Summary: You came into this world bloody, naked and screaming. Remember it? It happened. Slick with your mother’s blood, tied to her insides by a rope of flesh, you were banished from her body to scream and writhe in the hands of strangers...
Author's Note: This is what happens when I read too much Neil Gaiman.
( Read more... )
- Where I Am:Conservatory
- How I'm Feeling: tired
- What I'm Hearing:Typing
- Where I Am:Living Room
- How I'm Feeling: sleepy
- What I'm Hearing:Nostalgia Critic
Author: Falcon Whitaker
Rating: MT (Mature Teen - 16+) for some dark themes
Feedback/Concrit Welcome?: Yes please
Summary: Nothing ever changed. Not really. Every time he pretended that it would make a difference to him, but it never did. It never would.
Author's Note: I found this in the pile of old writing and thought it was extremely chilling and bizarre, so I gave it a quick polish, typed it up and, well, posted it. Enjoy!
( It was always so forlorn once she was gone... )
- Where I Am:Living Room
- How I'm Feeling: ecstatic
- What I'm Hearing:Lilo & Stitch: The Television Series
Author: Falcon Whitaker
Rating: MT (Mature Teen - 16+) for violence and swearing
Feedback/Concrit Welcome?: Yes please
Summary: The only illumination in that dark, damp alleyway came from the flickering neon sign that hung on one wall. "Joey's", it said, without bothering to explain what the Joey of the establishment actually did. It didn't need to. Everybody knew what Joey sold...
Author's Note: This is what you get when you go through the pile of old writing under your bed, find an old and somewhat poor Akira fanfic, gut it and re-write it as original fiction. Hope you enjoy it.
( The only illumination in that dark, damp alleyway came from the flickering neon sign that hung on one wall.... )
- Where I Am:Bedroom
- How I'm Feeling: sleepy
- What I'm Hearing:Typing
- Where I Am:Bedroom
- How I'm Feeling: sleepy
- What I'm Hearing:Typing
- Where I Am:Conservatory
- How I'm Feeling: sad
- What I'm Hearing:Typing
( Just when I think that no-one... )
Marks
( The imprint of your lips burns on my wrist – )
Siren
( I met a wand’ring siren once... )
We
( We haven't met yet. )
- Where I Am:Living Room
- How I'm Feeling: sleepy
- What I'm Hearing:Soccer on the TV
( I think of you, sometimes... )
( Nothing )
( Space - A Haiku for Kassie )
When
( When... )
You & Me
( If you... )
Your Novel
( I read your novel, darling. )
- Where I Am:Bedroom
- How I'm Feeling: sleepy
- What I'm Hearing:Typing
( 'A moment on the lips is an inch on the hips.' )
( Abuse )
dis-jointed
( some times... )
Empty Day
( An empty day. )
How Many?
( How many...? )
Lauren
( The embrace I see you in is beautiful. )
( Mundanity )
My Dear - Warning: This poem may be triggering. References to abuse.
( Who spared you the rod and spoiled the child? )
My Patience
( My patience is like an elastic band. )
No Love
( I have no love. )
( peace )
Perfection
( I seek perfection. )
The Beast
( My heart beat hard with frantic fear... )
Window
( I watch you eat. )
- Where I Am:Living Room
- How I'm Feeling: tired
- What I'm Hearing:The Simpsons
( Larks )
( Light )
( Brother )
( Human Beings )
( Clouds )
( Former Friend )
( Half a Self )
( Storm )
- Where I Am:Living Room
- How I'm Feeling: sleepy
- What I'm Hearing:Adverts
( I know the answer. )
In the Darkness of the Night
( In the darkness of the night... )
( Lessons )
My Space
( My space is small and I like it. )
Of Those
( Of those who loved you... )
The Eye Sonnets – Describe
( The eyes are compared to so much these days... )
The Eye Sonnets – Other Self
( Your eyes can touch me like no other's can. )
( The Trees )
The White Blanket
( Once more the white blanket drops over my mind... )
Today
( This is my notebook... )
Touching
( Touching your body... )
You
( I want to examine you... )
- Where I Am:Living Room
- How I'm Feeling: depressed
- What I'm Hearing:Greatest Ever Blockbuster Movies
( I feel trapped... )
I Came to Learn
( I came to learn, I came to think... )
Soldier Boy
( Your suffering touches me so deep, dear. )
A Problem
( Cock? No, too harsh… )
Sin
( You're a sin. )
- Where I Am:Living Room
- How I'm Feeling: sleepy
- What I'm Hearing:My dad channel-hopping
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