Nov. 8th, 2013 02:35 pm
asphaltcowgrrl: (Rar)
Word of the Day Prompt:

Aberrant (adjective, noun)
ab·er·rant [uh-ber-uhnt, ab-er-]

1. departing from the right, normal, or usual course.
2. deviating from the ordinary, usual, or normal type; exceptional; abnormal.

3. an aberrant person, thing, group, etc.


One would think that, considering he was a vampire that he’d be the aberrant one.  But in fact, Dakotah was more ordinary than his wife, the witch.  Or even his child, the dhampir.  Can’t be any more abnormal than a half-vampire, half-human can you? 

Well, you could, he supposed, but thinking things like that never ended well, so he moved on. 

Bite Me )


Nov. 7th, 2013 03:29 pm
asphaltcowgrrl: (Ali animu)
The prompt was:

Munificent (adjective)
mu·nif·i·cent [myoo-nif-uh-suhnt]

1. extremely liberal in giving; very generous.
2. characterized by great generosity: a munificent bequest.

Blake was many things, she knew – arrogant, childish, often drunken – but there was one thing he was not and that was selfish.  Not with his money, not with his time, and definitely not with his heart.  He had an awful lot of faults but at the center of it all, he was a damn good man.  Ali had more than enough proof of that.

 “What are you doing, Blake?”  Ali had wandered out of the kitchen, cereal bowl still in hand, to find her husband making a disaster of her finally clean living room.

Blake looked up from a pile of parts and plastic pieces, a set of assembly instructions in one hand.  “Building something,” he said.

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asphaltcowgrrl: (Detective Hotie)

Title: Untiltled
Pairing: Ali + Blake, Adam/Blake
Rating: G
Word Count: 2803 (holy crap!)
Warnings: Just my usual crackhead humor

Short Summary: Blake runs into his ex-wife after 18 months.  Adam is not prepared.

Author’s Notes: I follow this wonderful blog on Tumblr and after reading the tags on this post, I couldn't help myself.  Back in 2007, I started an original fic based on one of my favorite characters, Ali, and a man I loosely based on the real Blake.  This story is, in a sense, an AU of my own original fic.  But it's also a bit of RPF.  So, yeah.  Weird.  But um, well, you are on MY blog after all.  Enjoy or not.  Helpful critiscm or outright rotten tomatoes may be hurled here: asphaltcowgrrl@aol.com

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I have a friend who has asked me a few times to start participating in Six Sentence Sunday, but I always seem to forget.  In my defense, Sundays at my house tend to be a bit crazy.  However, since I’m not a glutton for punishment and have no desire to partcipate in NaNo, I thought now would be a good time to suck it up and start with the other I’ve long promised to do.

Today, you get two bonuses.  The first is from my original work, Bleeding Again.  It stars a bartender named Ella - a young woman on her own, lonely, and a bit clumsy.  Her life changes irrevocably one night after mistaking her own flesh for that belonging to a lime.   

These next six sentences are from the prologue:

This was how it all began, after all.

It’s true, it all started with a simple little cut, with being in the wrong place at the very worst possible time. He reached for the drawer closest to him, tugging it open, and pulling out a box of Band-Aids he’d stashed there the last time she’d tried to amputate a finger. Bracing her arm against his side, feeling the warmth of her body seep into his skin, he liberated a single slip from the box. Peeling the wrapper from it, he wrapped the bandage around her finger, thinking back to that night.

It seemed like it had been forever ago…


And since I’m feeling generous (or cruel, your choice), the following six sentences are from a piece of fan fiction I hope to write as well.  It’s tentatively titled Bitter as Blood.

I've known he was a vampire for eighteen months. For six of those months, ever since that night back in March, I’ve been his donor. He needed me, and I was there for him.

He'd promised me it would be just that one time that he was hungry, desperate.

But he liked it too much. Liked me too much.


So, there you have it.  Two sets of six sentences, both very rough and needing of editing.  Comments?  Questions?  Rotten tomatoes? 

asphaltcowgrrl: (Ali animu)
Okay, so this prompt has a hold of me.  Sorry.  (Regretting friending me yet?  Hmm...)

This time, we have my two favorite original characters, Ali and her husband, Blake.  Blake's annoying, obnoxious, loud and sexy as hell because, well, most annoying men are. Right?  But, underneath it all, he has a heart of gold and nothing but love for his tough-as-nails wife.  

Fandom: Code Red (original work)
Pairing: Ali/Blake
Rated: G (not nearly as lame, I don't think, as the previous post LOL)
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“I should beat you for this!”

“But you won’t.”  He grinned, knowing it was true.

“But I should. I could. You deserve it,” she seethed.

“You’re right, I do.”  Blake still grinned.  He knew his Cookie and her temper.  She’d forgive him.  Eventually.

“I could also shoot you,” she warned, motioning towards the gun locker in their room.

“But then you’d have to find a new husband,” he countered.

“Says you,” she faltered.

He turned those brilliant blue eyes on her and she felt her anger crack.  Damn him.  “Damn you, Blake.”

“See, you do love me.”

She did.

Oh, and as for what Blake did to piss her off?  Who knows.  With him, it could honestly be anything.  At least he's not threatening to cook their pet pig this time...  

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I see his face and it stops me in my tracks.  Those sultry blue eyes framed by golden lashes.  My heart skips a beat and suddenly I realize that he’s no longer mine.  That he’s moved on and is loving someone new.  She moves into his embrace and one slender arm wraps around his waist, pulling him near.  Possessive.

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Ali’s Journal ~ 19 May 2011

I believe. It’s true, I really do.

Even when it’s hard, even when it sucks, most assuredly even when it’s not fair.

I still believe.

I believe in the American Dream. I believe in happiness. I believe in family. I trust in a higher power.

And, despite it all, I still believe in love.

Even if he doesn’t, not any longer.

Why? Because he gave me reason to believe, in the beginning. Now, I must have faith that this broken promise will see me through to the other side.

Where I’ll find hope again.

asphaltcowgrrl: (Warren)

Okay, so I was digging around looking for a particular story this morning, one I had been meaning to look over and give a rewrite to when I came across a very short short that I'd forgotten about.  I thought that, hmm, this would be fun to post and get some reaction to.  So I logged in and found this as a writer's block prompt from LJ:

If you could cast one type of magic spell, which would you choose, and why?

And okay, so I know you don't understand why I find it so amusing yet... but read on, my friends, read on...

(This following bit of insanity was inspired by a prompt from Seventh Sanctum's random spell generator) 

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I wrote this the other morning after being irritated by an annoying jerk in a business suit.



Starbucks Smackdown )
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Note: This is a very personal piece for me.  My best friend had a bad marriage.  Her husband left before their child was ever born, I believe, and if not, not very long after the baby arrived (it’s been 11 years, I forget, so sue me).  That poor child has this huge hole in her heart that he left and she can’t find a way to fill it without finding him.  I wish I could hug her and tell her that she’s so much better off, but I don’t think she would understand, and that’s a good thing, trust me, that not knowing things can be much worse.  Sometimes, it’s better when the Daddies don’t stay.  Just don’t ask me how I know.

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