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Archive for the month “August, 2016”

Throwback Thursday

My youngest daughter being hella adorable back in 2009. She had just turned 3. She used to love to wear dresses back then; not so much at age 10.

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

Bellamy doesn’t let him pass. “How about you go talk to your girlfriend and leave Clarke alone. She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“She apparently doesn’t want to talk to you either.”

“Which is why I’m here and she’s there and we’re not talking. See how that works?”

–from my modern au The 100 fic

Flashback Friday Fic: Rainbow of Brushes (Firefly)

Welcome to Flashback Friday Fic where I go back and repost fic I wrote years ago.


rainbowbrushesFirefly/Serenity
River, Jayne (no pairings)
River really is a tad loony as Jayne finds out…the hard way.

275 words | rating: T


Red plastic, cold and hard, flecks of paste still stuck between the bristles.

Plain white, utilitarian, always perfectly clean and kept in it’s case.

Dark green, worn and battered, half the handle broken off, the bristles crushed from months, no, years of use.

Hand carved of ancient ivory, bristles so fine and white they glistened, Chinese characters inlaid in jade on the handle, a piece of art in itself.

This one buzzed when you pushed the button. Bzzz, bzzz. The bristles were green and in a circular pattern, bzzz, bzzz, bzzz.

Pink and sparkly, a cheerful tune played if it moved.

Another plain plastic one, this in brown with a soft rubber grip at the end, clean and new.

This one was her favorite, though. She picked it up and held it to her eyes. Inside the clear blue plastic swam tiny little orange fish. At least they were supposed to look of fish but they were a mite too small and made of plastic to be real fish. But they floated and bobbed up and down the handle. But if you shook it too hard bubbles formed, and the fishies were obscured.

“Girl, what in the gorram world are you doing?”

“I’m cleaning the floor like the captain asked,” River said as she pushed the red brush against the cold steel decking.

“Gwai-gwai long duh dong! That’s my toothbrush,” Jayne yelled.

Without looking at him she held up the glittery pink brush. Jayne snatched it from her hand.

“Crazy nutter,” he mumbled as he stormed back to his bunk, a cheery tune following him as he went.

“You’re welcome,” River called after him.


This story was originally posted at livejournal on February 3, 2008. It has been slightly edited for grammar and clarity.

Throwback Thursday

July 4, 2014

Owen, age 12

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