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[RPF - LJ] White Night [How it started. What happened. How it ended.]

Title: White Night [How it started. What happened. As is finished]
Fandom: RPF - LJ
Characters: The author (I)
Prompts: Start (proposed by el_defe ) Fifteen Minutes (proposed by mapi_littleowl ) and Countdown (proposed by mikamikarin )
Rating: PG
Party: 1 / 1
Warning: Madness! \\ O /
Word Count: 1070 ( Contaparole )
Summary: Three times when I did not know what to write and I resolved to talk about what the author was trying.
Notes: Trilogy - so if we want to define - written for the White night organized by community maridichallenge . The three flash-fic is a bit 'different from those that I posted during the White Night because, of course, I ricorrette XD
Discaimer: The only character in this thing is me and I belong to myself. At least I think ...


The author knows that participate in this initiative is madness, I know perfectly well, but can not help it. It is locked in front of the computer screen and is constantly up and down the scroll bar - so it makes no effort, since it uses the mouse wheel - to peer comments becoming more and more every second passing.
"Where do I start?" He asks, looking - too much - prompt with a grimace and then stay for a few seconds to admire the icons of other users - or maybe crazy like much of her - as if the pictures could talk and tell her what to do. Maybe she should start
to prompte something, just not to stay there with our hands and she also actively participate in the initiative - or maybe it should just run away and come to your senses now that it's time - but those thoughts while the crowd mind - that all day did nothing but think with complicated plots and p0rn nonsense - his gaze falls on the first comment posted by El DeFeo. Start
, Law, and suddenly all the doubts - and the projects of escape - vanish and the question that was asked before the answer is much needed. "And where the hell should I start, if not from the beginning?"


*

How many words can you write in fifteen minutes?

The question buzzing in the ears of the Author and her jumping like a spring, lowers his head to watch the tiny digital orologino located on the Start bar and reads 00:41. Perfect. It crunches
fingers, neck and nerves of any nerve supply and then, as if he heard a whistle, Part. Fingers - the author, although he is ashamed to admit it, can only write with indexes - slip on your keyboard as fast as they had never done so far, perhaps too, but she has no illusions: he knows that within five minutes of all its verve disappear and then tries to give the maximum in the short time that remains fleeting throwing quick glances at the small, evil watch that before that time had never run so fast and wondering why, when she decides to impose a challenge, everything seems remarle against.
He never needed to drink while writing, and yet Every second - precious seconds - the author stretches his hand toward the bottle and takes a sip of orange juice, fast, and then ask his sister - who discovered his mad experiment has nothing better to do than to deride - to spend French fries with cheese that she loves and without which, that evening, could not survive.
drinks and even then, little by little - it's already 0:49 - the rate at which the index hit its dark keys decreases drastically and she realizes that very little is missing before the time runs out. But he must finish what he started. It squeezes your brain and try to think of something, anything to help her find the inspiration to go continue to affect the sheet of OpenOffice other words, again and again, in order to meet the challenge herself and to humiliate the vicious rumor in his head that constantly repeats that no, we have not yet, my dear, you are too slow!
rereads the last words he wrote, in the hope that is the lighting, but at some point - three minutes from time - his sister, one of the chips, starts talking, interrupt, and she sinks into panic total. How can he continue to write with questions of her sister - she is also author and her intent to write - that buzzing in your head? Try to find the calm, the concentration is now believed lost ever, and when looking at the small clock understood not to have more time.
fingers move suddenly and quickly with one eye while looking at the letters he writes to the other counts down the seconds that pass relentlessly, and when you reach the 0:56 stops.

459 words according to the counter FiDiPu responds, finally quiet.


*

5:46 am and is missing the little, very little. The author - in this long night that she loved much talked about in the fic she wrote - has reached the end of his strength and his patience and do not know what to do. Would you like to write one more
history - even a drabble to be fine because he can not absolutely conclude that the White Night, did not seem right - but prompt the slip before my eyes no longer communicate anything now, and all that remains, while the minutes flow fast and inexorably toward the much-coveted but now too close to 6 am, is the last prompt posted by Mikamikarin. Countdown .
When you read the few but significant words are immediately recalled that, nearly twelve hours before, he thought that the best way - the only way - to start this White Night was supposed to be writing a fanfiction - if it can be determined - Start with the prompt , and now realizes that the only way to end this night with dignity - a long, crazy, describe it a bit 'as you like - is trying to use the last few minutes that remain to write his last, tired and confused impressions.
might have been better if he had written a fanfiction, I think - regretting not having written not a gay! P0rn little small - but not sad or downcast, indeed, probably could not be happier than that.
Ed is happy because we did it to stay awake so far, is happy because he has not given up - even if well two times his computer has turned off, so, out of the blue and without even a real reason - and is happy because now it is here, in front of the LJ page - did not have time to write about OpenOffice - to give his last words on this initiative.
The countdown is now no longer scares her, but before he left, he feels it is right to give thanks, and thank those who had the idea and organized and, above all, to thank the people who have been through and who have made a world of fun.
Goodnight all, in fact, no. Good morning.

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Cicero, Ciceronis.

How outdated oimhé. How
not even update my stories. I went into a tunnel that stress, which leads me to do so lazy.
However, do not talk about this, because in truth I will not talk about anything, as my usual.
Or talk about stupid things and futile.
Here, for example. In my head I often post entire smart about important themes and poetic, but in the end do not ever write.
While writing this thing came to my mind the theme of Italian that I did on Tuesday.
Because, as usual, the teacher always makes the track so delicious -like: "The light is everywhere " The infinitesimal size of a drop of milk " Some children are happy and perky the circle "etc etc and so on sugar cane-I opted for that of Latin literature: "Your meeting with Cicero " Well
. I did a meeting. Yes, very Dante-style-sleep, I dream, I find myself on the day of his death at his home and start a dialogue with him.
The fact is this: I'm afraid it's a bit 'too thin for her. _. "
So, I wrote every single thing well-designed semi-Gossips (friend of the slave; Ortenzio's daughter, etc etc) - and the very fact that I analyze his life and his work has been done through dialogue, so right to resume his writing style.
Only ... BHO, it will understand?
It was certainly more pleasant to write the theme, because it was great fun and identify with a man waiting for the assassins at any moment and resumed his life in hand, mincing and sighing over. I even tried to resume his style of speaking and I found myself eagerly write a defense of the "De Orator," that I myself criticized. In the end I which is more or less 6 pages full and thick.
Obviously I did not copy everything nice and I'm sure this is actually influence the media, but it was nice and I am satisfied with myself and my idea.

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grouped a bit 'of life in a post

is a good deal 'that I do not write on LJ, because every time I'm at the computer or write or see True Blood. I definitely want to see the end of 3 sets. è.é
However, I have a little 'things to tell u_u
Last week I went to Fre Romics *-* I have met, who had not seen her since June, and was magnificent Akasha \u0026lt;3
I had tried to disguise Mafalda ._____. but apparently was not very appreciated .-. "I felt very Sheldon Cooper to masquerade Penny. And that says it all. But it was great
* O * I did buy up Gadget Hetalia \u0026lt;3 and I have seen a lot of wonderful cosplay \u0026lt;3 Next year I want to arrange for good I want to make me a mask with contropalle is. With Ila is we are already planning u_u
We met a Lestat that it was wonderful XD We asked him to take a picture and we did, "but you do not like Twilight, right?" * *
us canines out, "but nooooo!"
XD
Magnificent, took out a billboard saying "I do not sparkle" \u0026lt;3 Luv
for him. We crossed a troubling
be with the white eyes é.è seriously upset me!
For the rest, todo bien.
school resumed in full swing: Question (a Latin bell'8 to \u0026lt;3 and a better question in Physics) and classwork (hopefully good for math -.-) and quarrels.
Oh, yeah, because every time there is a strike broke out in my class-only world war 3 that there is Francis who is so cool.
The people who are not in school so much and says she goes to the event because so much is because they are ohmiodio intellectual and politically cool not matter if you do not even know what to protest against .
I do not understand the strikes of students. The cause is more than fair, but the method does not understand that. Strikes. It Okay. Do not go to school. Evabbé. Rome from 10 to 13 blocks. Evabbé. But
Berlusca? But the Gelmini?
But what does he care? They have their cars
blue, if they go to work.
The concept is: I want to study. I take away the money to do so. I do not go to school. I do not study.
Okay, so what?
Well, I do not see a better protest in general ... the school, the strike at school can be annoying and effective up to medium.
In high school, which includes contingencies and inconvenience?
do not understand.
I expressed my opinion and I have been singled out of cowardice. By people who piss on the school over there and he fucks high culture.
citing Dante, and even deigned to open the first canto. I heard
a fool to say to my friend who came in: yes, he walks with his head down. The
are adnate before and I sent a fuck.
thank God that I am not a male, or if you find that mouth no more.
annoys me these judgmental, or who do not know what they're talking or what they're talking to others.
protest because they make the cuts to the school.
You have all rights. That's right, why do not you context. But you tell me what size? I say you would know the consequences?
Secondly I participated in the demonstrations. I knew more, I informed you, I care about something else, maybe I was simply more deluded.
But the thing is now I do not see the strike / demonstration as the best solution.
should use what we have now. The culture make one yourself and use it as a weapon.
The power is not afraid of the strike, right now, do not give give a fuck. The power is afraid of intelligence, otherwise they would not cuts to culture.
Who is smart thinking, people who think the fight. But with the brain.
my fight I would like to do it in another way: not shouting slogans decelebrati facts that do not even know about who were elected because they are so cool.
I use my tools to improve those of others. Go ahead and create a real wall for people who cut and sew the school. A wall
seriously.
do not know, as usual have no rhyme or reason.