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Wattpad Site and many stories [Sep. 15th, 2013|03:18 pm]
[Current Location |right here right now]
[mood |calmcalm]
[Sing for your lover.... |him in joy and sorrow]

Since, well for the past few years, I have not been on lj much I had to find another place to store my works and write new stuff (not just slash). If anyone would like to check it out you can find me at WWW.Wattpad.com and my name there is Nyhterides


See you on the flip-side.
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(no subject) [Sep. 7th, 2012|04:31 am]
[Current Location |under dracula's bed]
[mood |drunkdrunk]
[Sing for your lover.... |these dreams¬heart¬]

The last time I wrote about Paradise Lost, about Bo, Aaron and V was in 2008.

I suck...

I really suck.

I doubt I could ever write them again and it's so unfinished.

So sad...
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Kiss [Feb. 14th, 2012|08:24 pm]
[mood |sicksick]

Title: Kiss
Characters: Brian Molko/Jared Leto
Rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: not real, not true, not even here...you're seeing things.
Note: Totally forgot that I had finished this fic, so here it is all in one go.

On the red carpet everyone is beautiful and beyond, at the after-awards type of parties and after your forth glass of champagne everybody becomes their own super-nova, celestial beings.
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mango chutney [Feb. 14th, 2012|01:01 am]
[Current Location |in dracula's shoe]
[mood |sicksick]
[Sing for your lover.... |the hum of the pc]

I'm cold, i think I'm getting a flu again and it's busting my chops.

I want to sit and write yet I spend most of my time writing on the forum, which I love because it makes the Muse happy, which I hate which makes her want to pass out when I shut that window off.

Fuck you, Muse. Do you even know what you want anymore?

I need a good supernatural book, but it's like all there is out there is Twillight crap and True Blood. Nowadays people appear to barf out a tale like that and make a zillion dollars on something that no one will remember in 20 years time.

Remember Dracula? There's a reason people still read that book...
...no sparkle-fuck vampires in it!

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A Beautiful Lie [Jan. 15th, 2012|12:30 am]
[Current Location |lighting Dracula's candles]
[mood |contemplativecontemplative]
[Sing for your lover.... |the kill-30 seconds to mars]

I want to cling onto it, bury myself so deep into the past I never see the light of day again.

I want to fade from despair but the thoughts inside my head topple over the fire I have created and it's like trying to put out a flame with gasoline.

I want to scream.

i want to cry and hold onto it so tightly it breaks, then i can fall into the pieces, lap each on up, swallow them down and carry them inside me forever and ever.

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famine/ficlet [Sep. 13th, 2011|11:40 pm]
[Current Location |behind the door trying to keep dracula out]
[Sing for your lover.... |killing lonelyness¬him¬]

Title: famine
Fandom/original: original work
Characters: writers own
Rating: pg-13
Word count: 365

Ryan was in the kitchen making himself a sandwich. I’d just got in, it was nearly eleven oh four pm, I was supposed to be back at six...seven the latest but I could not pull myself away.

For the past few months now I would give him the same bull-shit story, 'I’ve got to meet a deadline’ or ’Boss wants me to stay for overtime again.’ I knew he saw right though me even when he nodded, kissed my cheek and told me that this too shall pass.

But I couldn’t help but worry. Not for me but for Ryan. This wasn’t fair.

I hungered, starved for affection...the kind Ryan and I used to have.

‘You know they had a kilo of potatoes for sale today, marked down half price,’ he set his sandwich on a plate the set the knife in the sink. I could see that there were a half-dozen more knives there along with some coffee-stained spoons.

With a nod I sat down heavily in one of the chairs and rested my elbows on the table. Outside a flash of lightning sliced the dark, dark sky.

‘I bought two kilos.’

Ryan turned and gestured to five large bowls filled to the brim with peeled potatoes, it must have taken him hours!

‘Why did you buy so many, Ryan?’

‘I had to do something to keep myself from killing him...’ then he stepped out of the kitchen, plate in hand, ‘and you,’ and switched off the light leaving me to dwell in the sin I let take over our lives.
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. [Jul. 10th, 2009|02:46 am]
[Current Location |under Dracula's chair]
[Sing for your lover.... |what does it take¬honeymoon suite¬]

Who here still reads my stuff? I'm asking because I have begun a story...a Vampire one, and I would love some feedback on it (if I post the first few pages), but truth be told I am reluctent to post it here. Who's got the balls here to give me the strictest feedback they can? Halp?
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I still think of you/placebo slash [Jun. 2nd, 2009|01:46 am]
[mood |grumpygrumpy]

I heard this awesome song called 'But Then, I Still Think About You' and got inspired for this story.

title:I still think of you
pairing:brian's thoughts of Steven.H while being with Steve.F
note2:it's a bit confusing with the pronouns, but I meant it that way.

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coffee [May. 1st, 2009|05:47 pm]
[Sing for your lover.... |time to say goodbye-andrea bochelli]


title: forever
author: bitexmarks
rating: pg-13
disclaimer: fiction!

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small romances [Apr. 14th, 2009|10:15 pm]
[Tags|, , ]
[mood |artisticartistic]
[Sing for your lover.... |absolute beginners¬david bowie¬]

All right ghosties, here's my first drabble in what seams like centuries.

title: small romances
author: bitexmarks
rating: pg-13
pairing: use your imagination, I know you'll be able to think of that perfect pairing.
words: 100

Scattered sheets, empty words written on pages, they are hollow promises. Your bedroom is your inspiration.

I watch you sleeping, your body rising and falling gently, then move to wash my face.

One more drunken night, another notch upon your bedpost, what are you going to do when I get sick of trying to save you?

Tube of lube and his toothpaste rest on the shelf under your mirror.

You once said I was your everything then cast me off saying I was nothing but a cheap thrill. Now he does the same to you.

Who is the whore now?

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