Random Writing Update

[kristen999]

I haven't been around much. Life's been busy and I've been coasting the last few weeks and for whatever reason I don't have much new to report. I sent my sga_genficathon to beta last night and it is a great feeling not to have anything 'new' to write for a little while.

Until everyetty and I begin our Help-Haiti story that's long over due in a few weeks. :D

“Red Sands” is in the beta/edit phase of things and that is a fairly long process. I have two wonderful kick-butt betas and I think they compliment each other greatly. I have to re-write the conclusion because of some over reaching on my part, but I look forward to the polishing phase.

Once everything is complete I'll start posting, but I'm going to wait until the sga_genficathon is over with in early June because there are going to be dozens of wonderful stories by tons of great authors to read starting next week!


I wrote a tiny, tiny drabble for friendshipper's comment fic graduation party. I wanted to try something new. Here is my .


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The world flashed in blossoms of bright purple and yellow lighting, the crackling thunder rumbling the ground. Teyla stared up in a daze, unable to recall how or why she was dizzy and alone. Stumbling to her feet, the trees continued to spin, sending her sideways into the mud. Soaked to the bone, she forced herself to her knees, and stood again, wiped gunk onto her filthy BDUs and marched forward.

She recalled gunfire and explosions, her numb fingers tracing the tether of her P-90, the ends ripped and tangling from her tac vest. Pulling back strands of her wet splattered hair, she listened to the forest, her boots sinking into ground.

Keep moving, don’t stop. This way.

Warm blood trickled down her face from a gash to her temple; fat rains drops washing it out of her eyes. A gust of wind nearly knocked her down, but she defied its attempt, forging her own path through the muck rising toward her knee. The feeling in her toes was gone; her lips and face an icy clay-mask of determination. The sky split open in a zigzag of bright white and under the booming crash that followed—she heard her name.

Running toward the voice, Teyla screamed, “Over here!”

Through the sheets of rain and howling madness, John staggered out of the woods, slipping and catching his balance and plowed toward her. Nearly crashing into each other, strong arms embraced her, lifting Teyla off her feet in a crush of needy desperation.

“Thank goodness,” he whispered in her ear.

He smelled of wet leather and sweat, and Teyla breathed him in. John squeezed tighter, pressed his cheek to hers, carding his fingers through her matted hair.

She nestled under his chin, pressed lips to the pulse point of his throat, and allowed everything else to slip away without the need of words.

Comments

[coolbreeze1.livejournal.com]

Lovely little snippet. If I were ever to be an SGA shipper, I would probably be a John/Teyla one. I really love how you've written the two of them here, and Teyla's POV is wonderful.

Good luck with the Help Haiti stories and the re-writes for Red Sands! Looking forward to all of them! :)

[kristen999.livejournal.com]

Thank you. It was fun playing outside the norm, very refreshing :D