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I totally *did not* create a community for my fanfiction. Totally did not. I swear.

-11:26 PM

A story

Mar. 19th, 2010 05:19 am
ivyette: (Beatles)
OKAY GUYS I WROTE A STORY. If you're not an ontd_ai-er, I'd recommend... not reading it.
lol this is the first time I'm ever doing a ~heading~ like this. I AM SO NERVOUS YOU GUYS~
Author: duh.
Rating: PG...13. For the chocolate sauce? lol idek.
Pairing: Molly/Izumi. Oh, and Scatt too (NOT THAT KIND JESUS YOU PERVERTS).
Summary: Valentine's Day fic featuring a sadly mishapen cake and a lot of emo and a hispter scarf and some fierce lesbians. When I put it that way, it seems so much more interesting. Also there's a blind guy.
Warnings: A hipster.

Rambling about writing and who Molzumi are )

The actual cracktastic story. It kind of sucks. )

I think this is where most authors beg for feedback but I will do no such thing because all feedback will probably be "lol suck less and also who the hell are Molzumi?" so... yeah. Also I really want chocolate now.
-5:16 AM

ETA, 11:20 PM 3-19-10: It says upside down CAKE now. It works better that way.


Jul. 4th, 2009 01:23 am
ivyette: (Individual)
Hello, there be useless survey behind here, but the meme is uncut sry )

From [livejournal.com profile] yuki_ona, the First Lines meme, first lines from various projects:

1. From a long project that shall remain nameless (AKA, the novel I don't talk about):
He mentally crossed another one off the list. It was getting worse. He hadn’t even gotten to kiss this one. He wondered what was wrong with him- it was like his heart just wasn’t in it.

2. From UFP (that is, Untitled Fantasy Project, the novel I bitch about all the time):
Anastasia looked at the packet of crisp white paper and sighed. It was like homework.

3. From the original first draft of UFP:
She walked down the hallway with her heart in her throat. She had nothing to really be nervous about – she wasn’t getting married or anything. She was just nervous about meeting someone new, she supposed, especially since the someone new was a semi-famous someone.

4. From an abandoned project I may someday return to:
There was a soft knock on the window. The girl sleeping in the bed twitched, but did not wake up. Her soft, short brown hair had fallen over one eye and she looked vaguely annoyed, as if she had fallen asleep thinking about something irritating.

5. From Angel, an unfinished writing project:
Robert Brown walked down the street. It was a dreary sort of day, the kind where the sky couldn’t make up its mind whether or not it wanted to be sunny or rainy, so the people walking down the street were stuck with miserably gray clouds and a suffocating humidity that felt like wearing an itchy scarf.

6. From Bettina, another unfinished writing project:
In high school, she smelled like fake strawberries, the kind of smell that comes from lip gloss or candy or something that isn’t made from real strawberries. Her hair was smooth and straight and brown, except when it was messy, which was often, because she didn’t spend the minutes between classes ducking into bathrooms to comb it.

7. From You Make Me Light Up, posted here:
She walked into the room, slightly late. Fashionably late, she often said. She took her place, slightly breathless from hurrying.

8. From Closest Thing to Heaven, the sequel to YMMLU, also posted here:
He hadn't danced all evening, not even for a second. The music was good, very, very good, but he hadn't danced.

9. From an unpublished sequel to CTTH and YMMLU:
He held her in his arms while she cried, leaning against the hard, dirty wall. Their dress uniforms were torn and their faces were bruised; her hair was tangled and there were deep cuts in his arms.

10. From the second unpublished sequel to CTTH and YMMLU:
He stared up at the ceiling from his small, government bed. The only light in the room came from moonlight streaming in through the gap between the curtains and the edge of the tiny window next to him. It was the dreariest room imagineable, and he had to live there.

11. From Melissa, posted here:
He walked up to her table. He'd had enough, he was absolutely, one hundred percent sure that she was stalking him. At first he thought he was imagining it, but no: she was always there, wherever he was.

12. From Perfect Victoria, posted here:
I'd never been a beauty queen, or particularly confident, or had stellar grades, so my self-confidence had never been exceedingly high. However, I had been starting to settle quite nicely into my life as it was before she entered the picture.

13. From the Sneezing Story, posted here:
The lady next door was sneezing, and he could hear her through the paper-thin walls.
She was allergic to everything, it seemed, and she sneezed an awful lot.

-2:03 AM
ivyette: (Individual)
Mmmm, cookie dough )

-2:36 AM
ivyette: (Individual)
This story was posted on my website as part of that crossover I never got around to writing. I've edited it for inclusion in the Ivy B. Greenflower catalogue. (http://www.geocities.com/ivybgreenflower/summaries.html includes a list of all of the short fiction I've ever written and made public with brief summaries.)
Please excuse the fact that it's written in the pretentious way people who think they write well write.

Lavender Tears )

-4:11 AM


Jul. 4th, 2007 03:51 am
ivyette: (Individual)
Posted here the first time, http://ivybgreenflower.livejournal.com/80734.html, the original story was written in 2004. It's extremely short.
I decided the ending just sucked, and I replaced it with a cheerier, better version in this post.

Aww, it'sh shooo shweeeet )

-3:54 PM


Jun. 30th, 2007 11:26 pm
ivyette: (Individual)
I've been feeling so creative lately, and it feels really good.
I was reading back the thingie I wrote yesterday, and I realized that the whole storylet takes place over like, 30 seconds, 60 at the most. And I realized I much prefer writing about brief moments in time like that, those one single glorious seconds that happen in life. I like that.
I also have a stomachache and no appetite. On the plus side, I guess this means I'm losing weight, finally. Yay for fitting into my jeans!

-11:28 PM
ivyette: (Liv)
But I'm gonna work on that one, I swear. I have a whole scene written in my head I'm too lazy to rewrite in actual text.

I just walked into the house I live in, and walked in just in time to see a cockroach go scurrying into the pantry closet. I debated what to do: on one hand, pretty much all food in there will be gross and inedible now, but on the other... it's pretty packed full, and what if it touches me? Besides, it's 3 AM, I don't want to make noise. So while I'm debating I walk into the kitchen proper, and there's another, smaller roach hanging out on the floor near the garbage/sink. Lovely. So I wake up my mother, but both roaches escape (the sink one went under the dishwasher and the pantry one fell between some boxes and made a horrible falling noise). So she sprayed some Raid, but I guess that's all we can do. There was another roach a few weeks ago. My mother has to work on Mondays but my father doesn't, and my boyfriend comes over on Mondays, so we usually have a nice meal on Mondays. So I heated up dinner and went to take a shower. When I got out of the shower, I went online. I think this is the same day the computer died, but I can't really remember, because that definitely happened on a Saturday but the roach and the computer are linked in my mind. Anyway, my mother walks in the garage door and goes to the sink, and then she's all "OH MY GOD." While I was happily computering and showering and whatever, a roach had come out of who knows where and was sitting next to the spoon I had used to stir the tomato sauce, licking it. And it just sat there, licking the spoon, while we flailed. Neither of us could figure out what to do: smack the roach with a shoe and the sauce-covered spoon makes tomato go everywhere. Spray bug spray and we're basically saying bye-bye to dinner. So we panicked for awhile, but then she got brave (bless her) and moved the spoon. Roachy ran away and she got him into the garage, where he lived for a few days before she killed him. Then yesterday I saw a teenaged roach (not one of the ittybittyteeny baby roaches, but not fully grown yet) in my bathroom, but it disappeared before I was finished flailing (I was planning on scooping it up into an empty conditioner bottle and then I dunno what I was gonna do, but I was gonna do something).
And recently I've found two ants in my room. Just two, on different days (it may have been the same ant... I couldn't kill the first one, it wouldn't squish for some reason.) So I've sprinkled cinnamon (ants like cinnamon, they like to take it back to the antplace, but once they eat it they can't digest it and then they die) and I'm on the lookout for more ants, and now more roaches.
So I guess it's officially Florida's bug season. I'm gonna finally get off my lazy ass (I swear!) and clean my room, which my mother describes, with no exaggeration, as one of those houses you see on TV that they have to drag crazy people out of because they're so filled with like newspapers or something. After that I guess we'll get some kind of exterminator and get all the bugs the hell out of our house. And we have such a clean house, too! :(

Well, anyway, I had wanted to write some kind of fiction, but now I'm all written-out. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.

-<3 @ 3:33 AM

My story?

Jan. 23rd, 2007 04:20 am
ivyette: (Individual)
Grace went swimming with her mum after leaping from a crashing plane and got banished from the country for no reason at all and chased a bunny, Grace then met her long lost daughter: Grace the second, she stole a car and to the disappointment of some she escaped narrowly and hitch-hiked all the way home.

From http://javascript.internet.com/generators/story-generator.html

Also, I need some male names. I suck at coming up with names for guy characters and if I ever want to write the dead people story, I'm going to need some guy names.
So suggest some, plz. :)

-4:22 AM
ivyette: (Individual)
Yay fiction! )

I don't usually do this, but please please please read it and comment, please?


Oct. 3rd, 2006 03:07 am
ivyette: (Individual)
There's this character I've had for years and years- she dates back before even Ivy B. Greenflower- and I've decided to finally let the world know her. I'm changing her name, because the girl I created can't be herself if other people know her. I know that doesn't make sense, but trust me, her new name will work better in the long run. Of course in my head I'll always refer to her by her original name, but her new name- provided you pronounce it correctly :)- will just be better for her. Her new name, in fact, was taken from the name of her future daughter (and will still be the name of said daughter should I ever get that far in writing about her).
Her name is Sara, pronounced Sah-rah- not like the name Sarah. I can't quite describe how to pronounce it actually, but it comes from a name I made up from bits of nonsense Japanese (hence why I changed it- I don't want to use a name that means nothing!) In fact, I'll have to change the names of all of her friends and her boyfriend, because they all came from somewhere else and were not my creations :) However, all of her backstory and her sisters and some of her friends are my own characters so everything will work out.
Very rambly badly-written stuff )
k tired now.
-3:48 AM

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