Below are the 5 most recent journal entries recorded in breneten's LiveJournal:

Tuesday, July 27th, 2004
5:42 am	Many thanks To all of you who've been kind enough to drop a line here or at SOS - well, thank you. <<>> Who knew a little feedback would prove such an inspiration! We aren't talking epic, here, like some stories I'm sure we all know and love... but there are a few more chapters and I'll do my damndest to make them worth your while. Next one will be up tonight (late-ish). See you then! Current Mood: determined Current Music: NPR Morning Edition (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, July 24th, 2004
6:08 pm	Another little part of "Cast Out" Had this little fic idea.  Perfect for a first effort. Short and sweet. Write it. Post it. Bada-bing.  Right. Uh Huh.  I was, shall we say, mistaken.  But let me say that I know how it ends.  I wrote that part already.  But then I realized that y'all hadn't been on the same twisty turny trip my mind had made to get there, and it would make absolutely NO SENSE whatsoever.  So I'm going to try and do this right.  And so here's the next little bit.  Thanks so much to those of you who've dropped by.  And to those writers i read and love...now that I have just the tiniest inkling of what you do, I'll never take you for granted again.  You are awesome.   ( Read more... ) Current Mood: optimistic (2 Comments |Comment on this)
1:18 am	Part one of Summer_of_Spike fic Series:  AtS/BtVS Pairing:  Spike/? Rating: R for language for now No spoilers, no warnings, not mine. CAST OUT I am content to follow to its source Every event in action or in thought; Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot! When such as I cast out remorse So great a sweetness flows into the breast We must laugh and we must sing, We are blest by everything, Everything we look upon is blest. William Butler Yeats - "A Dialogue of Self and Soul" Leaving LA was the easiest choice he'd made in decades, really. What else was an undusted, unchipped, resouled, recently recorporeal vampire to do? Stick around where he wasn't trusted and wasn't wanted, reprising his role as sidekick/punching bag/comic relief? Hmmmm, no. Worked through those issues in Sunnydale, thanks very much. Bought the bloody t-shirt. Angel wanted him gone and he wanted... well, getting away was a start. So when everyone was distracted (not an uncommon occurrence) he helped himself to a bottle of Angel's best single malt, tucked Harmony's petty cash box casually under one arm and strolled to the garage. Ten minutes later he was on the road. Destination: Anywhere-but-here. *** A hand stroking gently on his thigh brought him back to the present. Post-orgasmic reverie faded as a soft voice asked "You awake?" "mmm". And then, since something more usually seemed to be required, "you’re a first-class fuck, luv". "And *you* have such a way with words." "It’s a gift." The hand on his thigh trailed inward, teasing. "One of many". He rolled onto his back, coincidentally giving the teasing hand better access to it’s target. Sitting up to look at the clock required too much effort, so he asked: " ‘time is it?" "Quarter-to-eight." "Plenty of time, then." "For what?" "For another shag and a shower before you're due at work." Pheromones and heartbeat spiked right on cue. The hand caressing him grew a little bolder. But the kid couldn’t resist teasing: "How about a night off?" "How about you find another job?" "Doesn’t sleeping with the boss get me any perks?" "Other than the obvious? Yeah. You’ll never be late for your shift. Now be a good boy and use that mouth for something besides annoying me." *** Spike would have been the first to admit that "Anywhere-but-here" was not an actual plan. His first corollary, "Avoid centers of mystical convergence", was only marginally better. It was just that the aimless wandering was quite… restful. It suited him in a way he hadn't expected. He’d spent his life *and* unlife driven, compelled by his need for family, companionship, belonging. The demon's violence and bloodshed were lovely, too, in their own right… but never so much as when they were shared. So when he first left LA he suspected, in some small corner of his mind, that he wouldn’t last long, alone. That the old desires would overwhelm him, and once again dictate his course. But he hadn’t counted on the soul’s influence. The soul, *his* soul: sought and earned and feared and fought, but never really taken stock of. Too much had happened, too fast, and then the fire. But now, with nowhere to go, nowhere to be, no one to care for or obsess over, he reflected. Assessed. And he understood two things about himself. That guilt and remorse were susceptible to fire. That he wasn’t afraid of being alone. He was free. *** (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, June 26th, 2004
10:09 am	For CW. Five years gone. I've still got your cat. Make no mistake - after all this time he is still your cat. I am merely his humble servant... don't think he's ever forgiven me for misplacing you. Of course, it's taken me a while to forgive myself, and to find you again. For a long time, the bitterness and disappointment of our last few months obscured all that had gone before. Love, compassion, freaky hair dye, sickness, health, riding in the rain, feeling flush and hocking the jewelry, and christ didn't we spend most of our time together laughing until it hurt? It was a wild ride. From the minute you walked up to me at that bar and handed me your phone number... what we had was never less than interesting. Friends. Lovers. Strangers at the end... fumbling toward a reconciliation of sorts, but too slowly. Too fucking slowly. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 9th, 2004
6:42 am	Well, hi there So, I got this livejournal account thingy 'cause I need it to read some of the loverly fic out there. And then I found one or two occasions to de-lurk 'cause some writers just need to know how loverly their fic is. And then I thought to myself "Self. What if someone drops by to say hi and discovers you've never even bothered to post a little hello?" So here's a little hello. I'm an LJ moron. Don't know anything about friending or any of that jazz. But if you write I like to read. Mmm hmm. (1 Comment |Comment on this)