Behold the deviance

At the moment, mine is a miserable existence. But, somehow, fanfiction (both writing it and reading it) makes it a little better . . .

Title: Water Soothe Stone

Disclaimer: Naruto does not belong to me. If he did, I wouldn't need to write fanfiction about him.

Rating: PG-13 for implied naughtiness

( onward to abstraction . . . )

*glances around warily, looking for possible LJ error-mongers.

Ok, so now the FOURTH time I've tried to post this story. Well, much of that was my fault (not editing the story before I tried posting it, cuz it was so horrible I had to delete the entry and start over; my incompetence with making proper lj-cuts; my inability to write html code--this would have saved me the effort of deleting this entry three times and reposting this story.) Argh, I really loathe my lack of computer skills sometimes.

BUT TA-DA! Here it is! An original story!!!

P.S. I was going for surrealism in this story, kinda Dali-esque. Success? No? Lemme know :-)

For all you shounen-ai/yaoi fans out there: Holla!

I was inspired to write this short story after watching a version of Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake" ballet that was choreographed by Matthew Bourne where male dancers were cast as the swans, though it's traditionally a female role. It was one of the most beautiful dance performances I've ever seen.

( ice feathers kiss )

Thought I'd kick this off with a drabble I wrote recently to remind myself to write more. I just picked two random words and started writing. It's sad how sometimes I have to force myself to write.