tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-05-01:169272 menomegirl menomegirl 2015-03-21T03:04:06Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-05-01:169272:124161 2015-03-21T03:04:06Z 2015-03-21T03:04:06Z public 1 I logged on to leave a comment somewhere. So I thought I'd post a drive-by thingie. Hope everyone's been doing okay!!!! xoxo<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=menomegirl&ditemid=124161" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-05-01:169272:123578 2011-09-25T02:19:37Z 2011-09-25T02:19:37Z public 0 Happy birthday <span style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='https://blueswan.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://blueswan.dreamwidth.org/'><b>blueswan</b></a></span>!<br /><br />I hope you've had a wonderful day filled with fun, friends and family, sweetie. <br /><br />xxx<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=menomegirl&ditemid=123578" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-05-01:169272:123148 2011-08-11T02:54:22Z 2011-08-11T02:54:22Z public 0 Prompted by <span style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='https://adrililith.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://adrililith.dreamwidth.org/'><b>adrililith</b></a></span>.<br />Prompt:Flash fic: As usual, 8 minutes, any genre, any subject, must use all word <br />prompts: change, time, muscle.<br />Ats episode: "You're Welcome"<br /><br /><b>Missed You</b><br /><br />Muscles strain as sweat beads his forehead and dampens his bangs but he doesn't take time to wipe it away. His grip is sure and the sound of metal striking metal seems loud in the quiet still of the air. The burn in his arms and across his shoulder blades increases in increments as his opponent changes tactics. He smiles, then grits his teeth and ignores the sensation, his entire being completely focused on the man in front of him, on the next thrust of blade, the next volley of words, the next move of this dance that began so long ago.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=menomegirl&ditemid=123148" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-05-01:169272:455 2009-05-01T14:09:48Z 2009-05-01T14:09:48Z public 3 Here.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=menomegirl&ditemid=455" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments