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    <email>dariclone@gmail.com</email>
    <name>dariclone</name>
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  <updated>2008-06-01T22:26:54Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dariclone:4075</id>
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    <title>Bad Girls Fic: Guitar</title>
    <published>2008-06-01T22:26:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-01T22:26:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Title: Guitar &lt;br /&gt;Author: Dariclone&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Mostly gen, though some Crystal/Josh.&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Whatever happened to Crystal Gordon's guitar. Angst heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crystal stared blankly at her guitar. It had been sitting, unused, in it's usual spot for days now.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't know what to do with it. After all, she didn't believe in God anymore,  and without any "Lord" there was hardly any point to playing the "Lord's music" was there?&lt;br /&gt;It made her blood boil to think of all the times she defended God, passed judgement on others instead of helping them, called Denny and Shazz's love unnatural just because it said so in some book.&lt;br /&gt;She thought about Josh sitting at home [his home, now only his] with little Zandra. Zandra &lt;i&gt; their &lt;/i&gt; daughter. Would Zandra know her mother when she got out? Would Josh let her back into Zandra's life?&lt;br /&gt;The thought of not being able to see her daughter and her eyes stung with tears she was unaware she had cried.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling alone and in utter despair Crystal looked at the guitar again. Some part of her wanted to pick it up, smash it against the wall, destroy it totally.&lt;br /&gt;But as she thought about it, she realized she she shouldn't. For one thing the other girls still had their guitars from the "choir" and she'd look pretty silly not having one, considering it was her guitar that had started the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;For another thing, there wasn't much to do when she was by herself. It wasn't that the others weren't there for her or that they didn't include her in things. The Julies were so great, they were almost substitute mums, but still it wasn't the same as having Josh and Zandra there.&lt;br /&gt;She tried to play it cool about missing them, which was, she assumed why most of the girls didn't realize she &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; missing them. Perhaps playing it cool hadn't been the best way to go about things after all. Picking up the guitar, Crystal began to play a song. Not a hymn, but a soul tune, one of the few non-religious songs she knew.&lt;br /&gt;The song seemed to fly from her fingers as she played the guitar. Soon she realized she was singing as well.&lt;br /&gt;She kept singing even after her roommates came back and asked if she was alright. She kept singing late into the night, not realizing her voice was raw and harsh.  She only stopped singing when Bodybags came into the room and all but tore the guitar from her, saying it was well past lights out.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she thought, as she settled into bed, there was still room in her life for her guitar. </content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dariclone:3836</id>
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    <title>Harry Potter Fic: Thought and Realization</title>
    <published>2008-05-25T21:11:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-25T21:11:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Title: Thoughts and Realization &lt;br /&gt;Rating G&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Snape&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Gen, Snape/Lily if you squint.&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Snape thinks on his feelings regarding Harry Potter and comes to some realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I do not pretend to have any paternal feelings for the boy. This would be truly absurd, as nearly all of my Howarts colleagues have witnessed my actions towards him, which clearly point to the contrary.&lt;br /&gt;Nor do I feel any sentimentality towards him. He is, after all, his father's son. I do however, empathize with the abuse he has suffered. No one in this world deserves such horrific treatment. That is not to say however, that I would have done something to save him from his tormentors even if I could.&lt;br /&gt;[Would I?]&lt;br /&gt;No, I would not. I would not be capable of taking him under my wing, of protecting him, of &lt;i&gt; loving &lt;/i&gt; him the way he would've required.  Not James Potter's son.&lt;br /&gt;But in another time perhaps....&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if his hair was a different shade.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if he had displayed an aptitude for potions.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if hie was younger when we met and I'd bought him his first broomstick.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if she was waving at him, smiling as he flew. One of her iridescent smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if she was with me, had chosen &lt;i&gt; me &lt;/i&gt; not James Potter and the boy was truly mine I could bring myself to care. </content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dariclone:3368</id>
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    <title>Daniel</title>
    <published>2008-04-24T14:27:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-24T14:27:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane&lt;br /&gt;I can see the red tea lights heading for Spain,&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye&lt;br /&gt;God, it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say Spain is pretty though I've never been&lt;br /&gt;Well Daniel says it's the place he's ever seen&lt;br /&gt;Oh and he should know, he's been there enough&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I miss Daniel, oh I miss him so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel my brother, you are older than me&lt;br /&gt;Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal&lt;br /&gt;You're eyes have died but they see more than I&lt;br /&gt;Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane&lt;br /&gt;I can see the read tea lights headed for Spain&lt;br /&gt;And I can see Daniel waving goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Oh God it looks like Daniel must be the clouds in my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics by Bernie Taupin music by Elton John</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dariclone:3073</id>
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    <title>To My Yuletide Santa:</title>
    <published>2006-11-05T14:00:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-05T14:00:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dear Yuletide Santa, &lt;br /&gt;I want you to know how much I appreciate you're writing *anything* for me, regardless of which challenge you're writing.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to leave my details as open as possible, although I did request some specific ships in challeneges two and four.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I know you're not bound my requests and if you don't like those ships at all, please don't feel forced to write them. Anything with those characters would be fine.  &lt;br /&gt;And of course, with challenges one and three the sky's the limit!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking the time to write for me,&lt;br /&gt;Dariclone</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dariclone:2768</id>
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    <title>ASH The Drabble</title>
    <published>2006-07-22T20:32:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-22T20:32:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hi, just wanted to let anyone know who might be interested, about the community ashthedrabble *points to flist*&lt;br /&gt;This is a fic community for those interested in the actor Anthony Stewart Head and any of the character he's played. They have challenges that change every couple of week's and are terribly fun, so come join!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dariclone:2158</id>
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    <title>How I Met Your Mother Fic</title>
    <published>2006-06-12T22:01:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-12T22:42:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tite: First Time For Everthing&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Robin/Lily&lt;br /&gt;Rating PG&lt;br /&gt;AN: This is an in-ep fic for the ep where Lily tells Robin she wishes she had a lesbian experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  "And about that lesbian experience..."&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Robin grabbed Lily and kissed her passionatly.&lt;br /&gt;Lily was shocked. Robin was kissing her and it felt kinda *good.*&lt;br /&gt;And despite the tiny part of her brain that was telling her that Marshall was waiting for her, that he loved her and only wanted her to be happy, she kissed Robin back. </content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dariclone:1966</id>
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    <title>Fic Finally Here!</title>
    <published>2006-06-11T22:34:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-11T22:44:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Escape Pod</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hi, I'm finally getting around to posting a fic here.&lt;br /&gt;It's a Buffy/Willow drabble which I wrote for The Buffyverse Femslash Yahoogroup in July of last year. Rating-wise I'd say it's PG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why couldn't she notice what was right in &lt;i&gt; front &lt;/i&gt; of her? Willow wasn't sure when she had fallen for her friend.  All she knew was she had fallen. &lt;i&gt; Hard. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still loved Xander and supposed she always would in some way but lately she had found herself noticing &lt;i&gt; girls &lt;/i&gt; more frequently. And Buffy in particular.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled thinking of Buffy. Her beuatiful blonde hair, that tone of voice she had when she was happy, that thing she did with her mouth...&lt;br /&gt;Willow felt herself herself blushing as she wondered what &lt;i&gt; other &lt;/i&gt; Buffy could do with her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;"Willow?" Buffy asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh... sorry?" Willow asked, mentally chiding herself for not listening to her friend.&lt;br /&gt;"Why're you all red? Having yummy thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;"Xander again?"&lt;br /&gt;All Willow could think to do was nod.&lt;br /&gt;Wow girl, you've got it bad."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," Willow said quietly, "I do." '' </content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dariclone:373</id>
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    <title>First Entry</title>
    <published>2006-05-19T23:31:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-19T23:31:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Barbra Streisand-People</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hi, I'm Dariclone, welcome to my journal.&lt;br /&gt;I've been lurking around livjournal communities and such for awhile now, so I decided to get my own. I will probably post some of my fics here soon as I figure some things out. I'm  a multi-fandom gen, het and slash writer/reader. Hopefully, there'll be something here for you to enjoy soon.</content>
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