WITH THE TASTE OF FIRE IN MY MOUTH

OPEN | prompt seven | ARTHUR

Sat, 11 Aug 2012 01:06:55 GMT

Posted by: staircases

prompt seven | A R T H U R

prompt style.
start your own thread.
leave an image, a quote, anything.
receive arthur.
open to pre-canon, au, crossover, whatever you can come up with.

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open | prompt six | DEMONS

Tue, 24 Jul 2012 03:39:08 GMT

Posted by: wrens

prompt six | D E M O N S

be careful in casting out your devil ‘lest you cast out the best thing about you.

( friedrich nietzsche )

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OPEN | meme one | INBOX

Mon, 18 Jun 2012 06:03:14 GMT

Posted by: dondarrion

meme one | I N B O X

the inbox meme.
text message.
email or im.
straight to voicemail.
update your facebook status.
pass a note during class.
slip a letter under a door.
send a raven.
leave a post-it.
packages from mumbai.
a thousand paper cranes.

post method and recipient (when relevant).
this meme is not verse specific.
be creative.
open to all.

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open | prompt five | ENDINGS

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 19:26:32 GMT

Posted by: wrens

prompt five | E N D I N G S

dressing-room style.
start your own thread.
tag others.
wash, rinse, repeat.
open to all.

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OPEN | prompt four | TEMPTATION

Sun, 18 Mar 2012 00:34:19 GMT

Posted by: wrens

prompt four | T E M P T A T I O N

dressing-room style.
start your own thread.
tag others.
wash, rinse, repeat.
open to all.

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OPEN | prompt three | PAIN

Mon, 05 Mar 2012 15:01:44 GMT

Posted by: wrens

prompt three | P A I N

dressing-room style.
start your own thread.
tag others.
wash, rinse, repeat.
open to all.

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OPEN | prompt two | LOVE

Sun, 26 Feb 2012 05:33:18 GMT

Posted by: wrens

prompt two | L O V E

And what you can never know from the beginning is how hard or how long you'll love something; how even when it is gone the love will chase you down, loping like dark flame through your blood.

—

Some lies are love.

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Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you've made.

start a thread.
leave a character request/verse in the subject line.
(otherwise leave blank and i'll choose who you get)
start the scene in your comment.
(otherwise leave open and i'll start)

OR

respond to a pre-existing thread.
(double-tags/cross-overs/aus welcome)

OR

respond to the image prompt as if it has come up in conversation.
or muse on the subject in general.
(á la mothdeath/dr-style)

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OPEN | prompt one | RAIN

Sat, 07 Jan 2012 17:38:52 GMT

Posted by: wrens

prompt one | R A I N

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.

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