NaNoWriMoAnyway, so like, what with 10K days planned and all I'm going to die. But it will be for a worthy cause.
But hopefully come December I will have original stuff to post!
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words without thoughtsfivewords without thoughts
The first thing that went was his sense of smell.
It took Sasuke a while to realise it, but when Naruto burst through the cell door one day, his clothes torn and muddy, blood and grass stains eroding the colour, it was unavoidable. The strong coppery smell of blood was missing – as was the almost-sweet scent of crushed grass, combined with the thick, dull smell of mud, which he remembered so clearly from his days training as a Genin. It was unnerving, but only for a moment. He assessed this development, and processed it into his picture of the world. He could tell Naruto was fresh back from a
by ~polyspaston
Flicker last night i had a dream. i heard a voice and it said my nameFlicker
It was small, and set of slightly to one side from the rest of the graves. Naruto had finally agreed with Tsunade after two days' argument and a rasengan through her desk.
“He wasn’t a traitor when he died,” Naruto had argued.
“I’ll have a riot on my hands if it goes among the other shinobi,” Tsunade had replied acidly, and attempted to disappear behind her paperwork.
“Not it. He.”
“My point remains.”
“Then what should we do? Fling him in a sack in t
by ~polyspaston
Empire of the Blind Once upon a time a little boy lived in a big house with his mother and his father. They were both very proud of him because he was strong and quick and clever. His mother would pat his hair and tell him stories at night; his father showed him how to hold a sword and with a twist of his wrists, kill a man.Empire of the Blind
And they were happy. The war in the land was drawing to a close. Peace was nearing. The boy worked hard; practicing through the days, waiting up with his mother every evening for his father to come home. They would drink tea together. His mother would comb his hair, rub salve on his bruises and put him to bed.
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It's the thought that counts Sasuke tucked his feet up under him to sit cross-legged on the sofa. Naruto flopped down next to him and tossed a wrapping paper-covered oblong onto Sasuke’s lap.It's the thought that counts
“Happy birthday,” he grinned.
“It’s a book, isn’t it?” Sasuke said archly.
“Open it and see!”
Sasuke tore off the paper impatiently. “See, I said it was a book.”
He flipped it over to read the cover. Foreign fruit – A history of the t
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