How tall was Dior? Maybe that's the length of the skirt.
Fan Fiction II: Great story! Where's the sequel?
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Totally wrong thread!
Maybe she edited crazy and the sentence used to say knee-length Dior skirt or something.
I'm sure she means onesie, but.. man... I can't get past a pink "oncey" at a funeral. I just can't.
black skirt Dior length, flat boots and an equally black jacket
...as black as the other black things, then? Glad that was cleared up.
It is difficult to write fic with a sales guy sitting in the other cube, inconveniently facing in the general direction of your screen. I'm just saying.
Here are a couple of itty bitty little New!Doctor Who fics, by moi.
This one is a drabble, 9th Doctor/Rose, spoilers for Season 26, "World War 3": [link]
This one is a bit more than a drabble but not much more. Again, 9th Doctor/Rose, spoilers for Season 26, "World War 3" and "The Doctor Dances": [link] It is a sequel to the other.
musesfool has put a Harry Potter/Homicide ficlet in her livejournal. I found it here: [link] That is Baltimore backwards...featured in an ep that reminds me a lot of Fred in Pylea...if there were forty-eight hours in a day, I would write it, too.
The first thing Nikita noticed was the temperature and the piquancy of the room for it was really cold and awfully bright.
Yes, the room was piquant, with a subtle overtone of cloves and lavender contributing to the full-bodied scent.
She could see, someplace in her subliminal, how Sarah, Chuck and Simone watched her and their anguished faces alarmed Nikita.
Some place very deep in her subliminal.
The profundity of her experience in the short time she had known this man and the depth of the wake he was leaving in her life overwhelmed her. How could he think she would rebuild her life and move on? Didn’t Michael understand that he was leaving a full set of fingerprints in the woman’s broken heart?
I'm now picturing Gil Grissom staring bemusedly at the fingerprints on Nikita's heart.
She fell asleep and quickly navigated through a tumultuous engorgement of chimera.
Plus a minotaur.
wow, a tumultuous engorgement of chimera.
... you know, I can't even begin to guess what she's trying to say there.
It would make a good new LJ name, if I ever changed my LJ name.