Dancing with the random reaver, my soul sings soprano in a bottle let loose upon the ocean.
She smiles with the eyes of a predator, her touch like cold silk. "You smell like food," she says, "And that is a very, very good thing".
It finally happened. It had to, really. I was in the bottom two cut from LJ-Idol this week. I made it to the top 50, from some rather larger…
"Too many bats in the belfry, eh?" The question came from a small man in the scrubs-and-robe garb of an inmate. He looked a little like a garden…
Another batch of entries. Consistently amazed at how good the writing is. http://therealljidol.livejournal.com/557968.html Voting is open for…