So I made a deal with my mother-dearest that every Tuesday I would give her something to read. Constant invention, or something. As it turned out, the first thing that I wrote this year turned out to be a prime sample of absolute crap. That doesn’t mean that I won’t post it.

We didn’t even finish going through this, that’s how crap it was. Instead, I pulled out an older Crash and Burn one-shot. It’s only ‘cause it’s short that we were able to stomach it.

Those were both for the sixth of January. Apparently ‘nothing happened’ in the second one. On the thirtheenth, I handed in ‘Rules’. It made me laugh, in a sort of sad way.

Mum says she lives it so she doesn't want to read it. Hah.

What I handed in on the twentieth was Death Note related and really, really old. I’ll post it once it’s been edited.

Till then, sayonara, or something…

Steph R.

They made me run. Not far, when compared to things that are far, but very far compared to things that are good to run.
Which is too far.
One good thing about running Too Far is that it teaches you things about tolerance of the world. And your body, because mine really hates me.

Completely irrelevantly: I LOVE MY SOCKS. They've got this weird padding thing at the bottom, and some strange support whatsit around the middle, and that makes them SO AWESOME.
... over it.
Anyways, I must leave yee, for I have.. to have a shower, because we're going out for lunch, aparently. An early lunch. Nevermind study. Too many tests next week. And then exams.
School is not a bright idea. Don't do it, if you have the choice. There are teenagers there, and there are lots of them. And they all want to eat you.

On another note: they're watching 'Hot Fuzz' out there. Which means that I have to go. Because that movie is 'ilarious, and shiz.

Stepho R.

I wrote this piece of fanfiction for the dn_contest a few weeks back, and totally forgot to post it here. o_O
The prompt was 'music'.

Characters: Near (Mello, Matt)
Rating: M (?)
Warnings: Implied sex, language, murder, and spoilers for Near's name.
Word Count: 612

'Crypt Raider' is one of the best lame-ass games ever.

Right up there with Pac-Man, Snake and Tetris. Oh yeah.

Crypt Raider Move the mystical blue balls into the portal to escape the level!

Play this free game now!!

Fandom: Death Note

Characters: Matt, Mello (L, Roger, Linda, Near)

Prompt: #049: Stripes

Word Count: 1, 802

Rating: T

Summary: Before, Matt didn’t wear stripes and Mello didn’t like chocolate.

Warnings: Mentions of OCs (they don’t play big parts, I promise you). Spoilers to Episode 25.

Disclaimer: I d’nae own teh Death Note. If I did, there’d be much ‘avoc, no? An’ this ol’ storee ‘ere would nay be told. Evar.

Yesss. So Father-dear wont let us go to school. I sorta like school, you know. I has fwends. xD.

Oh wells. I was at the walking-place. Didn’t get much homeworks done there. But I does them now! Grins!

--

Jeez. Why are coronary by-pass operations "becoming more common"? Hell if I know. Should I know? There’s plenty of things I don’t know that I probably should.

I compensate for that, though, cos I know plenty of things I definitely shouldn’t. ... grin.

--

... Cat on desk.

He has random bits of grass and prickles and junk stuck to him. And is-that-blood-?.

Aww. He was cold. Poor babeh. ’Cept not. Oh wells. You can sleep behind my laptop if you really want to. Don’t think that’d be incredibly comfortable, but... whatever floats your boat.

--

You need a uniform –
So you wont be ignored.
You are affected!
... and so you’re accepted.

Hahaz. Mindless Self Indulgence makes me laugh. Think they is meant to be serious. But. You know. Whatevs, mann.

Sorta weird, how everybody thinks that everybody else is ’shallow’ or something. In’ that demented?

Yesyes, I think is is.

--

I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it if you don’t like to think about things all deep-like.

You can speaks to peoples that you think is ’shallow’, but the chances are, they don’t think they are.

How many times have you seen "omg!ur so shalo!!!!11!"

... That’s my point, yes? Y’d’know what ’shallow’ ish. -nods wisely-

--

And ’sides. If you spreken to zah types that think they is all deep-like, they’re likely only ’deep-like’ about one thing. Usually depression. And that’s boring, yesh?

Life is about not-being-bored. So don’t be bored. You’re wasting time.

--

I heard a hole in the silence,
I saw a crack in the plan
-- but I got lazy ways.

You’re not a private detective;
Take off your telephone shoes.

My thoughts going outta phase,
And these are the better days –

I didn’t really like Silverchair before this. xD. Love-love-love!

--

... Cat. Drooling on my arm.

Thanks a lot.

--

I like Cascada. Such ridiculous lyrics. Kickass.

--

The fridge is being empty. So is the cuboard.

Shut up, Cat. Nobody cares.

Not even me.

--

’Cynicism’... often confused for ’wisdom’.

--

Righto. Shutting up, now.

Stepho-R. 

... Playing Mario Galaxy.

I like the sand. I was running around in circles, and Kaje was getting agro. But I love the footprints.

"I don’t think you understand how incredibly awesome this is," I told her.

She agreed with me, though, which was sort’ve beside the point. I was trying to convert her, because people generally hate being thought ingorant.

I brought ’Something To Be’ and ’Infinity On High’ down here (to zah neighbour’s house) because I was bored of Nova. But Rob Tomas’s songs were all so dark and emo.

And romantic.

The traditional emo is usually romantic towards death, though, yesss? They’re all ’O, Death, thou art the form of beautee/ And thee dost kiss the skin of my wrists/ And adoration dost bleed from me’, or something...

Oh jeez. I just wrote that.

So I put on the Fall Out Boy album. Which is less emo. And ironically more so.

-- And Kaje just turned it off.

GAH.

So cruel.

Going through iTunes... what do I have here that’s dark and depressing?

Brand New’s pretty bad.

I love ’Valerie’ by Amy Winehouse.

Kaje’s watching High School Musical. She turned off Fall Out Boy for High School Musical. There is something wrong with her. Or more specifically, her sense of hearing.

And... now it’s Hannah Montanna. Oh d’iah. I sorta like Hannah Montana. Her voice is kinda pretty.

... oh no.

Internet. Randomly failing.

I hate you, wireless. You suck.

Really, really hate you.

I mean, come on.

And Murphy. You who came up with that law. You think you’re so smart, don’t you?

... I’m spoilt. ’Ve got everything I want, because I want everything I’ve got.

Awesome place to be.

I keep not-sleeping. So now I don’t get tired until one o’clock, or something. Will fix sleeping pattern over holiday. Nod, nod.

And get off the sugar.

It just had to be the Easter Holiday, yeah?

I like Listerine. It’s such a pretty taste... I’m waiting for them to come out with tic-tacs so strong that they practically burn a hole through your tongue. And they’d have a hard time coating them with white, cos they’d be like... black, in the middle.

I want to watch the DaVinci Code again... I think I missed some stuffs.

Went to a Chinese restraunt and talked about Harry Potter, today. Weird, but entertaining.

The new Dumbledore sucks, by the way.

And Alan Rickman owns.

’Ve got the weirdest stuff on my floor. I should definitely clean it. They’re starting to complain about the smell. ’Tis my que.

I probably just need to vaccuum it. I’m bad enough with a mop, imagine what’ll happen if I use an electronic sucker-device?

Without thinking down that way. Freaking gutters are bigger than the highway, these days.

Or years. Yay teenagerdom.

I haven’t finished a book in ages. Weird, huh? I keep reading these skinny little novellas and getting bored half-way through. Or... two chapters through. It’s all the same, though, now. Except that it’s not, and I just think it is because I’m boring.

And therefore bored. See my logic?

Maybe if I just forced myself --

’S bad enough, having to read ’No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency’, though. That’s pretty ter’ble.

’Burn Factor’ was pretty good... ’S about this serial killer that stalks then rapes these random women, cos he’s obsessive. But he’s also a genius, and so this huge computer-company-type-thing doens’t want him dead. So they cover him up, and stuff. Then he rapes this guy’s daughter, because he wanted it piss him off, and then he shoots him, I think, when he comes home, and carves his address into the guy’s back. So then when the protagonist comes along, she knows where to find him, because he means to do the same thing to her --

And somewhere along the line he blows up the building. That was sorta unrealistic, because the main characters survive it, even though they sorta shouldn’t have.

Jeez. I’m talking crap again.

Gotta fly, anyways. Scheeya. 

Fandom: Death Note

Characters: Matt (Mello)

Prompt: #022: Mother Nature

Word Count: 1, 072

Rating: K+

Summary: The stars were too far away to matter.

Warnings: None.

Disclaimer: I own these characters about as much as I own the stars.

Fandom: Death Note

Characters: Matt (Misa Amane, Mello)

Prompt: #095: Advertisement

Word Count: 318

Rating: K+

Summary: Matt was too lazy.

Warnings: None.

Disclaimer: I own zilch. Not even the protagonist’s opinions are mine. 

Fandom: Death Note

Characters: Matt (Mello, L, Roger)

Prompt: #012: Insanity

Word Count: 982

Rating: T

Summary: Matt had four lessons and a creed to learn.

Warnings: Character deaths, spoilers.

Disclaimer: I own not’ing. Don’t want to. I wouldn’t have as much fun.

I mop the floor like a cartoon.

I just swing it around a bit. I don't know why.

Consequently, I am drenched to the knees and in a lot of pain.

I think there is a knot in the mop. Seriously. You're half-way through draining it, and it just gets stuck. So you're trying to pull it through the strainer thing, and the bucket just flips over, drenching the ties with dirty water.

Lucky I was in the bathroom.

So the mop was dubbed the water-broom and it was all swept into the shower drain.

And I thought it was over.

The next time I was draining the mop, it got stuck, because I'm Alex and I don't learn from my mistakes. And instead of letting it flip over, I slammed it down, and it landed on my foot.

Which hurt.

Dad told me to watch out for the tow bars. The should be called shin bars, because nobody is that fat.

I avoided the so-called 'tow bars', and made it through the carpark without injury.

'Course, when I was emptying the car after we'd got home, I hit it.

And I always forget how much that hurts.

They say that a 'shin' is a device used to find the coffee table in the dark.

I s'pose there's a direct relationship between how fast you're moving, and how much it hurts.

But you've seen the cartoons. We just fly everywhere.

Got washing to do. Don't want to, though. Too scared.

The whole thing will swing down and run me into the wall, then I'll get tangled up with all the lines, and I'll choke on a peg.

I just know it.

D'you ever wake up in the morning and find bruises on you, and not know where they came from?

I do. Once, I woke up with blood all over my fingers, and I still don't know how.

Raine went eastern-ways.

Mum chaperoned her.

Kaje stayed at my Auntie's.

Dad visited to the neighbour's, opposite.

That night, I was the last one standing.

Being the last one standing is incredibly overrated. It's very lonely.

Had to clean Raine's sheets. Kaje was sleeping in there, and they were all gingerbready. Poor Raine. She had gingerbready sheets.

Lifted a lot of sand yesterday. Inhaled even more.

My back and shoulders now refuse to work for me. They think I've betrayed them.

I'm sorry.

Drank a lot've Coke, too. There's M & M's in the fridge, I think. I should investigate that.

Draw'd Steph doing something weird. Looks awesome, but it's still pointless. Sketched her on the back of the Top 22 Most Downloaded list. I write stuff like that all the time. I only got from 22 to 19, and then I watched Underword Evolution.

Tricksy movie, that was. Awesome, but tricksy.

'I'm Like a Lawyer the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You)' is popular, now. I like 'Bang the Doldrums' better. But the drums in 'Thriller' is vair vair 'tha bomb'-ish.

I've figured that anything this side of 2000 is 'new', because that album's nearly a year old.

Yess... I go do something else now. Besides mopping and washing, and anthing else that could be detrimental to us cartoons.

Cya.

Raine needs to stop singing that. It's a tragic thing to have that running through your head on a crowded train. I swear everybody was listening to my head.

--

"Steph, I take my leave."

"You do that. You keep your leave."

--

Thank you for bringing us Original Sin.

Amen.

--

Steph-oh fails at life.
Steph-oh fails at life.
Steph-oh fails at life.
Ohh-la-lala, ohh-la-lala.

--

"Raine. It's over here."

"Oh. I was just admiring the space..."

--

I'm going to go ever there [Borders bookstore] and request a chip.

May I please have a chip?

Just one?

Feed me!

--

"You can't use food as a crutch. Unless it's a six-foot-tall stick of beef jerky. But even then you'd need two of them."

- Jon Stewart.

--

Just driftying apart
Like a fake tectonic.

--

"Haven't you ever heard of customer service?"

"Yeah. I think they've got it at Myers."

--

No milkshake tastes as fine as a stolen milkshake.

Such can be said of a lot of things.

--

Such as life, Raine says.

--

"Did you miss me, Steph?"

"No."

"I just want to feel the love!"

"Go ask Kaje, O Grand Admirer Of Space. She's just oozing it right now."

"But she doesn't love me right now; I told Mum to resort to cannibalism and eat her."

--

I didn't see you not looking when I messed up.

--

Mum's pissed at me. So is Kaje.

In Kaje's case it's more because she doesn't like to think for herself. Neither do I, but in my case I have at least the audacity-versus-pride to predend that I do.

--

'Til next time, m'dears.

"Ow."

"Hah, yeah, that happened to me when -"

"Don't even go there. You have no idea how much that hurt."

"Why'd you grow your hair so long?"

"I like it that way."

"Why'd you grow your hair so long and not brush it for a week?"

"..."

"I haven't brushed my hair for a week."

"Yes, but you have no hair to speak of."

"Yes I do."

"No you don't. It's relative."

"Stephanie, you're an idiot."

--

Somtimes it has to be loud to make sense.

--

"I'll bite you."

"No. Stop it. That was uncalled for. No."

--

So give me the beat, boys
And free my soul.
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll,
And drift away.

--

"Welcome to Hell. I'll be your tour guide for the rest of eternity."

--

We've got the dreamers' disease.

--

I could learn to hate my name if people keep saying it like this.

--

"Oh, grow up!"

"Why? So I can be like you? No thanks."

--

Yes... but I just like to watch the make-up crack.

--

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I don't think I'll ever get what's so hard about that.

--

If looks could kill...
BANG! - You'd be on the floor.
You'd be begging me: "Please, please -
Baby don't hurt me no more."

--

"You need to dry-dry-dry like a woshie-woshie-wash!" said Kaje.

--

When it says 'push' I pull. Not because I want to against the grain or be rebellious, I'm just a f*ckin' idiot.

--

Silken trigger,
Beneath my finger.

--

Yes, I know you're over there. But what are you doing over there? You're meant to be here.

No. Come here.

--

Cold. Tired. Hungry.

     Have I missed anything?

           COLD. TIRED. HUNGRY.

--

"I beat you, and I beat you good!"

"And I'm not denying it, which means I win backwards."

"..."

"..."

"That's losing, Steph."

"Sam, I. Don't. Care."

--

I want to learn brail.

--

'Til next time.