Maybe two people will care about this. But shut up and enjoy the free music.



Chloe Fall
A Diving Bell playlist,
feat. Interpol, The Editors, Yeah Yeah Yeahs and more.

From my original writing project.

( Your face in my hands is everything that I need. )

In other news, I'm contemplating following the leads of other writers on LJ and setting up a seperate journal/community dedicated solely to RP journal entries, short story posts and general character analysis stuff regarding my project and its protaganists, Noam and Elliot. On the plus side, it does get crap like this off of your friends list.

Thoughts?

Characters from my original project.

Elliot hides the scars. It gets just a little bit easier every few years, he finds. After a time he rarely even sees them, let alone feels them, in some abstract way, like a brand on his skin to mark him for the sickness in his father’s family.



( These blessings and burns. )

Characters from my original project.

The only thing in New York that made Noam think of London was the sunrise. The dusty pink light came between the spaces where his curtains did not touch, to stretch across the ink-blue dark of his bedroom in wispy, soothing fingers. Urging him back to sleep despite what the digital clock said, that cynical blinking red display, just as they had in Ravi’s flat and the six months Noam had spent sleeping there when he should have been sleeping alone.



( A thousand miles of wire. )

Elliot is always the first one to fall. Noam is always the last to leave the ground. One is desperate to leave the city and the other doesn't know where else to go, and all it takes is an accident to bring them into one another's headspace.

Everything is about to change.

From my original queer comic project.



( I want to take you far from the cynics in this town. )