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Vinden banker på ruden
Og en solsort synger solen ned
Min pige der på puden
Det er som om alle andre
Har an familie, bare ikke jeg
Alle snubler rundt planen
Alle andre, bare ikke mig
Jeg har sjældent følt
at jeg forventer
at blive kaldt for "mor"
- ka' ikk' forklar' det -
men jeg ser jo mig selv
i dine øjne,
det er som en drøm,
et klarsyn
Det er som om alle andre
følger drømmen, bare ikke jeg
Jeg er modløs og forvirret
Men jeg ved, at jeg savner dig
Alt jeg ved er, at jeg elsker dig
Alt jeg ved...
The tune, idea, and most of the words come from "The Full Monty - The Musical", in which Jerry has this song for his son. I don't have the lyrics in English, so if I ever translate it, don't blame me for not knowing the original part of the text.
Current mood:
sleepy.Current music: Jazz FM.
Yeah, I do fanfiction, too.
But the trouble with this one is, that I just never finished it. And I got some feedback on it which made me think that I might want to rewrite it to get on with it.
I'd really appreciate some creative feedback so I can improve it even more than I think already.
( Read first! )
( Part 1 )
( Part 2 )
( Part 3 )
( Part 4 )
( Part 5 )
( Part 6 )
( Part 7 )
( Part 8 )
( Part 9 )
( Part 10 )
( Part 11 - not finished )
Current mood:
creative.
He couldn't sleep. He quietly sat up, got on his rope, and got out of bed. Out of respect for her - his woman in the opposite side of the bed - he quietly tiptoed his way around the room.
She had been a real help to him, insisting to move temporarily into his home while he was working on the project. She had seen how stressed he had been, and thought it was too hard for him before he did. She made sure that he had everything he needed, and only left the house to go to work and do the shopping on her way home.
He looked out the window, listening to her breathing in the dark. The moon was shining through the window, lighting up a small part of the room. He looked up at the sky - all clear, spotted by the stars, making a perfect background for the moon. 'That's what she deserves,' he thought to himself as he looked at her, 'the moon and the stars'. He turned his head back to the window and fell back into deep thoughts.
She woke up. She lifted her head and saw him standing by the window, lightened up by the moonlight. She got up on her elbow.
"Hey..." she mumbled. He turned his head sightly, as if he just woke up from his thoughts.
"Hey," he responded. She sat up in the bed and studied him. She didn't know what to think - he was practically done with it all, all in good time, and still it kept him awake a night. She got up, and softly hugged him from behind.
"C'mon back to bed, baby," she whispered, "you must be tired by now..."
"I don't know... I can't stop thinking..."
"You're practically finished! You only miss a few details and the presentation of it!" He turned around, took her hands and pulled her into a hug.
"What would I do without you?" he looked at her.
"Go mental," she replied. He smiled and kissed her.
~~
She looked at him in the morning sunlight. He was snoring slightly. She had started the coffee machine and was about to start preparing breakfast. She carefully placed soft kisses around his face, waking him up slowly. He finally reacted by returning a kiss on her lips, and lightly ran a hand over her back. The looked at each other, and smiled.
They enjoyed breakfast together, stretching it as long as they could. In the end, he had to leave. He put on his jacket, took his briefcase, kissed her good-bye and went to present the project with a smile on his face.
Yeah, so I have a romantic corner, I know. I can't help it. This one was for noone but myself and whoever wants to read it - I'd love for some feedback, if possible.
I took some inspiration from a picture and a song - here they are, for those who want to check them out:
( Inspiration #1 )
( Inspiration #2 )
Current mood:
accomplished.Current music: Sade - Lovers Rock album.
This is a new habit I'm starting - I've experienced the "leave a comment"-request, and also people leaving comments at random (maybe even impropriate) entries.
So, the milestones in my journal are left out once in a while (prefferably for every page of entries written) to leave comments of no relation to other entries, random requests, etc..
So, any random comments or requests?
Current mood:
accomplished.
He looks at you, smiles his cheeky smile at you. You try to concentrate on working, but you can’t help looking at him, smiling back at him, despite of what you are trying to do. You’re located the library with the “Please Keep Quiet!”-sign and the old, strict librarian way too close to the table you are sitting sit by. Still smiling, he checks on the librarian. You turn your head and see her look suspiciously in your direction. You can’t stop a giggle escaping you, neither can he, which causes the librarian to raise her eyebrows and clear her throat at you. He can’t stop a queit fit of laughing, and before going too far with it, he has to pick up his things and leave.
In the end, you can’t really concentrate, and decide to borrow what can be borrowed and save the rest for next time around.
The next day you go to school as usual, and you go to your locker. You open it, and find a note from him. “You coming to the game? Give me a wink!” You smile a little, put the note back in the locker, and you go to class.
On the way to lunch your ways crosses in the hallway, and you wink at him, and he smiles his cheeky smile at you. You go to the cafeteria, get your lunch, and sit with your friends. Shortly after, he walks over to your table and stops by you.
“So?…”
“Well, duh!” You roll your eyes at him.
“See you at the game, then!” he smiles, obviously flattered, and moves on to the table with his friends around it.
You and your friends attend the game. You get very good seats as you’re a bit early. You see the teams warm up, bonding, getting completely ready for the game. The judge starts the game with his whistle.
You can’t get your eyes of your guy. He manages to smile at you a few times during the game.
It is yet another day on which you have to attend the library to study. You go to your locker to get the things you need. You open your locker. You reach your hand out and take out a red rose. You smell its sweet scent and smile.
You close your locker, grab your bag, and walk out of the school. He’s right outside, waiting for you. You walk over to him, and you give him a hug. Not letting go of each other, you look at each other and smile. You end it off with a soft kiss before you take each other’s hands and walk off.
There you go, sweetie. I hope it gave you a bit of strength to continue your study. You never know what waits for you in your locker tomorrow.
You want more? The ressource is still alive and kicking.
Current mood:
happy.Current music: Limp Bizkit/Eminem: "Turn Me Loose".
…can be defined as much. I know, everything is relative. As for now, courage to me it is to stand barenaked in front of a crowd. To be able to encourage each other in a whole group to get barenaked in front of each other, in front of a crowd. I have experienced to see that, and the crowd loved the barenaked people. To go all the way, doing The Full Monty. And doing it for the first time. It’s very admireable. And it deserves a celebration. Cheers!
Dedicated to Peter, Johannes, Jesper, Klaus, Gordon, and Zlatko. Beautiful, guys!
This was written for a community in LiveJournal, 100_words. The entry is on 100 words, including the subject line. Counted by Microsoft Word.
Current mood:
accomplished.
I've got a Blurty journal. Wow, a journal where you don't need a code from a former member to get your own journal just yet.
Mainly I'll post fiction here, but of course I'll as far as to enter an actual entry. So far I have been messing with lay-out and user info, and have joined a few communities (look in my info to see which).
Welcome to my journal, and enjoy!