A Touch of NoirNoirocity090308 (090310)It was raining. A hard rain: hard enough to wash the slime from the gutter, but not quite hard enough to make the city feel clean. There was always a grit to the big city, you could taste it. A fine grit that you can't escape and can never quite wash away. Los Angeles is like that — gets into your skin and you never feel quite clean again. It's my city, and I was about to get a lot dirtier.It was night. The moralists call Las Vegas "sin city" because it wears its neon face like a cheap hooker wears makeup, but L.A. is where the real sin is:
Writing Exercise - The Master"The Master"A Spontaneous Writing ExerciseP.O.Holland 081017(130424)The following is emphatically not a fanfic nor is it in any way connected to Final Fantasy, its setting, narrative or its distinctive characters. "Sephiroth" serves only as a raw visual inspiration for the following scenario. (see description of exercise below).We struggled ahead, whipped by wind and rain and knee-deep in mud, not knowing what lay over the next soggy hill — all of us, except him. He walked erect and unburdened. His feet touched the same mud that grabbed at us and dragged us down, but he never sank into it, and the slime sloughed away clean, refusing
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