So hi, I'm Nikk: a writer, a poet, an emotionalist, a fantasy fanatic, crazy-insane-psycho bastard, and whatever else you want to call it. This journal is writing specific because I realized that not everyone on my friendslist was interested in my writing, which is perfectly fine. It's just more constructive for me to build bonds as a writer in a different journal because of the nature of my personal journal and the people interested in reading my personal journal.

What I write: basically anything I want to. Generally, what gets shoved in here will be original and possibly male/male, or it will be poetry. Or best of all, it will be all of the above. Genre-wise I write fiction, realistic fiction, fantasy/ sci-fi, poetry, romance, and YA fiction. Beware! There be slash pirates here. I rarely like reading and writing het or femmeslash. If you don't like boys kissing, I suggest you find another journal to read.

Anyone who friends me here will be friended back, no questions asked. I will friends-lock all entries with sensitive themes, or ones that I'm just extremely shy about.

Anyway, thanks for stopping by, and I hope you enjoy your stay, no matter how long/ short it is. If you are looking for my personal journal, I suggest you stop by p01s0n3d and starting Sept 2009, I will be writing a serial novel posted at icarian_wings. Thanks!

Title: With Chains on Our Hearts - Selected Excerpts

Rating: T

Genre: Fantasy - Urban Fantasy - Romance

Wordcount: No idea. 4k+
Warnings: It's NaNo, not perfect. Also, lots of boy kissing.

Summary: Adam sees the world of faerie in magic love spells and
A/N: Soooo guess who's been a horrible writer lately.... Yeah, that's write right..... I've been working on NaNoWriMo. I have a good excuse. I'm now past 50K, so I can relax a little. I'll probably just be archiving this more for myself than for anyone else because I'm fairly certain nobody actually reads this.... *ahem* Also, the bits of white text in the actual file makes me far happier than they should.

I'm starting to realize that this journal is used more for archival purposes than anything else.

Title: Full Circle

Rating: K+

Genre: Autobiography

Wordcount: ~12,000 words

Summary:  A story of my life in reverse.
A/N: I'm planning to submit this to my school's literary magazine.

( A Story Counter-Clockwise )

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He's got this look in his eyes that says please don't break me.  It's written in the valley between his shoulderblades – the way his shoulders slump forward like pale precipices.  His skin is so pale, brightening the contrast against his midnight hair.  The pale moon, the black sky, and the gunmetal stars – the eyes.

So what if you break me? I don't care if you hurt me.  Can't you see the way I steel myself against the casual brush of your fingertips.  Can't you see the way I'm looking at you?  The half formed gasp in my lips?  My spine curves and my shoulders become a shield for my soul.  Don't you see?   You're too close - too far away.  You're going to break me, you're going to hurt me.  I'm okay with that; I'm okay with that.  I'm okay….

And he's looking at me.  He's asking me not to break him.  I'm not so sure I can do that.

The first time I met her, she was painting.  Her hands were smeared with white acrylic paint.  Nobody really knew her.  Nobody took the time to know an Invisible Girl.

In that one moment, I could see her for some reason. So I asked, "What are you doing?"

She looked up at me, wide gray eyes taking in my presence – calculating how long I'd been watching her paint her wrists white.  How long it would take me to figure her out.

"I'm starting over."  Her hands were dripping with paint as she dragged them across my throat.  "So are you."

Trying my hand at spoken word.

( My Name )

So I wrote this for an American Autobiography assignment at 2AM after my birthday because I could not sleep.

So the assignment: Create a "Native American Name" for yourself, and then write a poem on it. She gave us a bunch of examples, where they're all "He did blah, and blah" or "she was always blah, and blah". And I'm like "Fuck you and your stupid third-person pronouns". So I created a poem using no pronouns at all, and substituted metaphor instead.....  And this is what I came up with.

( Storm Weaver )

Title: Polychromatic

Rating: K+

Genre: Romance/ light fantasy

Wordcount: ~1,800 words

Warnings: Homsexuality.

Summary:  Who knew that the fae could be so colorful?
A/N: I was feeling kind of flowery when I wrote this.

 

( Monochrome, monochrome, monochrome, droll. )

Title: Sovereignty Game: Chapter Three - White Rook
Rating: T
Genre: Fantasy/ Sci-fi
Wordcount: 1,860/ 14,647 [Ongoing]
Warnings: Master/ Slave, death, violence, gunfighting, and redefinition of certain mythological creatures
Summary: Kaine was just an ordinary slave until a woman claiming to be his sister came and "rescued" him, making Kaine redefine everything everything he knows about himself. Nobody ever said you can't have four kings in play at once: three must die for one to rule. But who will play each part in this Sovereignty Game?

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( .:Chapter Three - White Rook:. )

 

Title: Sovereignty Game: Chapter Two - Black Knight
Rating: T
Genre: Fantasy/ Sci-fi
Wordcount: 4,518/ 14,430 [Ongoing]
Warnings: Master/ Slave, death, violence, gunfighting, and redefinition of certain mythological creatures
Summary: Kaine was just an ordinary slave until a woman claiming to be his sister came and "rescued" him, making Kaine redefine everything everything he knows about himself. Nobody ever said you can't have four kings in play at once: three must die for one to rule. But who will play each part in this Sovereignty Game?
Author's Note: All problems with the previous chapter have been fixed. If you're reading this, thanks for being patient, and here's the next chapter.

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( .:Chapter Two - Black Knight:. )

Title: Sovereignty Game: Chapter One - White Pawn
Rating: T
Genre: Fantasy/ Sci-fi
Wordcount: 3,498/ 11462 [Ongoing]
Warnings: Master/ Slave, death, violence, gunfighting, and redefinition of certain mythological creatures
Summary:  Kaine was just an ordinary slave until a woman claiming to be his sister came and "rescued" him, making Kaine redefine everything everything he knows about himself.  Nobody ever said you can't have four kings in play at once: three must die for one to rule.  But who will play each part in this Sovereignty Game?

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Title: Sovereignty Game: Prologue - Setting the Pieces
Rating: T
Genre: Fantasy/ Sci-fi
Wordcount: 253/ 11462 [Ongoing]
Warnings: Master/ Slave, death, violence, gunfighting, and redefinition of certain mythological creatures
Summary:  Kaine was just an ordinary slave until a woman claiming to be his sister came and "rescued" him, making Kaine redefine everything everything he knows about himself.  Nobody ever said you can't have four kings in play at once: three must die for one to rule.  But who will play each part in this Sovereignty Game?

Author's Note:  Hi, so this is my first story to post here.  It's eventually going to be my fourth quarter grade, so please, any feedback would be much appreciated. <3

 

 

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