:Yumegatari:

~account of a dream ~

Yumegatari is the alternate account of the fictionpress writer Mephistophelian, and is soon to be home to even more of her delightful insanity.

She blames Gemini.

:Current:

Resurrect

Kern is a young man who makes his living eating the sins of others. He lives an empty life, saving up to pay the man who will one day eat the bread off his dying chest and take on his sin. But then he meets Demi, a strange spirit in the body of a dead kitten. She convinces him to join her in her quest to find the mysterious Grandmother, who can grant any wish once she is found. Can they make it, when they have a dragon and a mournful spectre in their way...and a mysterious hunter shadowing every footstep? Who is Demi, anyway? Urban fantasy, rated M for violence and language.

theme: tainted love - Marilyn Manson

Septima

Response to of_ficathon challenge #8.

Challenge #: 8
Genre: Romance, Horror/Suspense, maybe Fantasy/Supernatural elements
Rating: T-M
Likes: Some insanity, quirky teenagers (preferable a hot biscuit), and sarcasm.
Dislikes: Too much angst, perfect characters, and predicable plot twists/endings.
Words/phrases to use: "Your love for me makes the ducks want to cry." "Darling, stop teasing the masks." "Keep lying like that and you'll have my mom snogging your ass/butt/."

theme: u + ur hand - Pink

Aberrance

-coming soon-

theme: undecided

Clair

Response to of ficathon challenge #11

Challenge #: 11
Genre: Romance/Horror/Humour/Supernatural/ maybe a bit of Fantasy
Rating: Anything
Likes: An unhinged love interest. Original plot, characters, and unexpected twists. A shaky, indecisive main character (doesn't necessarily have to be the protagonist) that slowly becomes confident as the story grows.
Dislikes: A cheesy and totally oblivious protagonist. Mary-Sues & Larry-Stues.
3 Quotes/Phrases: "What can I say? Dancing is my forte." "Do you really have to do that?" "The world owes me so fuck you."

theme: koe - Amano Tsukiko

other works here:

mephistophelian

somniloquist

"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

-- Macbeth (V, v, 19)