[story] the conductor

author: cracklikeabone (cracklikeabone)
e-mail: eyelinerkisses [ at ] hotmail dot com

( As he does every night, he rises from his resting place, his senses filled with the sickly sweet scent of dead flowers, their pervading odor warring with the petrichor all around them. )

[story] our defence system has laryngitis

author: d.m.jewelle (dmjewelle)
e-mail: jv.choong [ at ] gmail dot com

( If there was one thing Finnegan honestly hated, it was the team-building activities. )

[story] pop you go

author: strangesingaporean (hellsings_home)

( I am on a mission: to fill my head with music.  )

[story] interrogation melody

author: hacy morris
e-mail: hacy.morris [ at ] gmail dot com

( Scattered sounds )

[story] pulp fiction

author: m% (37_percent)

( Keith instantly felt an intense blush of embarrassment spilling from the top of his cheeks down along his face and neck, disappearing beneath the crisp collar of his business suit. )

[story] allegretto

author: (sunianna)
e-mail: zoeunlikely [ at ] gmail dot com

( Titania sits atop the infamous Mount Song, chin propped up by her fist as she gazes down at the great fire-bird crumble to ash before her. )