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Okay, so. You may have noticed a lack of my usual blather. This was precipitated by a small emotional explosion but continued by the realization that I Need To Get My Shit In Order. Also known as, oh fuck, the writing deadlines are here.

For at least the next few days, I will be mostly offline (on Twitter mostly for the first time in a while, because it's easier and forces me to keep it brief) while I get shit done. My writing projects, so you may stare, in no particular order:

1. Desert Novel (30k and projected to add another 15k by the 15th)
2. Martine Novel (due the 31st, 60k or so needs revised up to 90k)
3. Mundane Bingo (indeterminate, many short stories)
4. Original Bingo (indeterminate, many short stories)
5. Barton Hall (due sometime in November, 14k or so, needs revised badly)
6. Work-related Blog Stuff (eh.)

So, I'll be gone for a few days. If you see me on a chat program in the next few days, hit me. And don't burn down the internet in my absence.

[Fic] Like We Do

Title: Like We Do
Source: Misc
Genre: Mainstream
Characters: Dale Yardley
Word Count: 1,226
Summary: Nightmares of your boyfriend's death are best cured with pictures of your happy, healthy, very much alive boyfriend.
A/N: Written for origfic_bingo prompt "Suicide" and contains contemplation of that subject. Reader be warned.



Joking around, he would have called it the Jesus pose. Legs straight, arms spread perpendicular to body. But right now he was floating, not flying but floating through the air.

No, he was falling.

He landed on the bed with a thump, eyes wide open and sweating through his nightclothes. One hand twitched again, you only sat bolt upright in the movies, seriously, but he had definitely twitched awake. His hand still stung where he'd banged it against the wall. And his other hand twitched, that arm feeling the lack of a body's weight on it.

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