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lunesque ([personal profile] lunesque) wrote2007-01-20 10:48 am
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Stolen from [personal profile] shayheyred

Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.
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[identity profile] nonewwitticisms.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Ha. After having studied the semantics, I have determined that nowhere does it say it has to be a story you've finished.

So I want the Universe, from the prospective of a soldier, right when their mission (for the raid next week) is being explained to them. I'm assuming the soldiers don't know shit about anything, but I might be proven wrong.

[identity profile] nonewwitticisms.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Also, see how good I am at making the request without ruining the story for people who don't know about it? ^_^

[identity profile] lunesque.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, you were very good about it. *pat*

[identity profile] lunesque.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Gah! &_&

[identity profile] lunesque.livejournal.com 2007-05-09 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
This probably isn't anything like you wanted, but it's what you get. Deal. ♥

*

Magic.

Was real.

He almost couldn't believe it, but his commander was pacing in front of his squadron, saying incredible things with the same vaguely irritated voice that he had used on them yesterday, and talking about strategy and overcoming the immense odds against them and magic.

Was real.

Everything that he had read about as a child, centaurs and hidden castles and vampires and wands had been right in front of them, all this time. He had probably walked right past their Ministry and he might have even known witches and wizards and magic.

Was real.

And in a week, it was all going to be gone.

In the end, he supposed it didn't matter.

You couldn't miss what you had never known.

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