Title: Maid
Author: Sabine
Fandom: The Odyssey
Rating: PG
Summary: The punishment of an unfaithful maid. In pentameter! [not iambic. :(]
Warnings: Ummmm....... implied rape,implied death. Yeeeeeeeaah. :I
Disclaimer: Do I LOOK like an ancient Greek man?? Oooh, the correct answer was NO!

Stone cold marble rests in broken heartache.


Turning, I stand from where I was seated
before he came into the room. His eyes
glow with a fire that burns my very flesh.
I cannot stand to look at him. The night
is silent, absence of sound in my ears.


There is nothing for me now. I am through.
The master has been absent since before
my very birth. His fertile wife lies still.
There is nothing for me now. Here. This night.


His feet close the distance between him and
the table. He pulls back the chair and leans,
reclining on stolen furniture. I
cannot bring myself to summon anger,
indignation. I do not care enough.
There is nothing in this gilded palace.


He calls for wine. The fire is burning,
but it will go out soon. I stand, face him.


"Sir, you will not be upset if I beg
leave? Hurry to feetch wood and kindling? I
must keep this fire alive. It must live."


His burning eyes harden. They are like stone.


"Wine," he repeats, "i desire wine. You
must get wine!"


I bend low in docility. My hair,
flaxen waves of gold with which I have been
cursed, fall from improperly done pins. My
hair, the beacon with which I call desire,
unwanted attention, falls to the dirt
floor.


His eyes turn still colder, if that is
even possible. he stops clamoring
for wine, but I can see a different
desire blossoming in his ice cold
eyes.


"Such a loose maid, to let her hair fall from
grace in front of a man of such power.
It could be taken from your actions, that
you seek something and care nothing of the
proper rules. Is there anything I can
do to help?"


His voice is silky, sliding
Like greased leather drawn down a slaves back, then
flung backwards to lash down on sunburnt skin.
Soft and smooth, with consequences that burn.
There is nothing left for me, I am through.
They will fine nothing but bones when this is
over.


I take in a breath and let it out.
He approaches, the screech of the chair, put
back. His heavy feet padding on brown dust.
There is nothing I can do now. Nothing.














The room is small, and we all crowd inside.
It's too warm, and it starts to smell. Trapped in
a room, with all these other women. They
start to sweat, unknown judgment being dealt
outside. Life is short now, I can feel it.














There is left. Nothing anywhere.


Blood. There's blood left. Covering everything.
And men, many men, with their mouths stained with
red. There's something left, but there's nothing for
me here.


I know I will not stay for long. The ones
left, stand with anger, and face us with hate
written upon their faces. We are through.














My shift is stained, my arms ache. My heart is gone.
I have locked it away with the rest of
me. They will find only thin, yellowed bones.


The rope, stiff with blood, comes to hang around
my throat. There is nothing for me here. No.

AHH! I need to write more, but I have no time! NONE!!

The month of January:

High School gets HARDER!! (and I'm already at a tough, snobby prep school!)

SSATs!! (applying out)

MIDTERMS!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

APPLICATION ESSAYS!!


*pant pant*

I'm screwed.


Oh yeah. And I got my ass in gear and actually posted something on my DA.

http://cullen1392.deviantart.com/

Title: Lightning and Fire
Author: Sabine
For: Anneko
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Rating: M
Summary: Pure smut. No plot. WHO NEEDS A PLOT??
Warnings: Umm. Mansecks. Yeeeah. And the F-Bomb (I don't mean Factoring).
Disclaimer Nope. Don't own Heaven. Don't own Hell. That Would Be Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. Who also own my life, by the by.

( Electricity crackled over porcelain white skin, blue bolts zipping up and down the length of the man’s body. )

Title: Bored (01)
Series: Looking For Fun in All the Right Places
Author: Sabine
Fandoms: Doctor Who & Torchwood
Characters: the Doctor, Jack, Owen, Gwen, Tosh, Ianto, and OC: Anne
Rating:G
Summary: The Doc's bored, so he decides to visit Torchwood in search of fun
Warnings: Ummm... I can't think of any... Jack's bi?
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Doctor Who, but if I owned David Tennant I would make him play with Zachary Quinto (NO SLEEPING BOYS *whip crack* GET BACK TO FROLICKING!!)

( Captain Jack Harkness was a reasonable man. )

Title: Worry
Author: Sabine
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: PG
Summary: 'Hinder's been delayed and someone's concerned... and doesn't Molly know it.
Warnings: mxm kiss? is that something to warn about??
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes, and am not making any money. Not off this, or anything. :(


( The door creaked open, the sound reverberating through Matt Parkman’s tiny apartment. )

Hey! Sabine here with a little intro to my new journal.


I love to write. I love to read. I love novels, poetry, epics, and *ahem* fanfiction. My eyes thirst for words.


So, here I am, trying to make a promise to myself. With witnesses of course.


For everything I read, I will write. No more procrastination! No! I will pen those thoughts, and not stop halfway because it doesn't feel good enough. I will!


Because we as writers control the world. Or, at least, OUR worlds. We burn our own bridges, fudge our own details, and raise our own characters (they don't hatch full born you know!). We set those ships out to sea, fire the first shot (that just MIGHT be heard around our world), save the first wounded. We take life and give it.


WE make the rules. And we break them.


So I would just like to say, it will be done. This decree will not stand alone. This journal will not be empty! Even if I can't keep a physical journal, I will keep a digital one! I will!


Thank you.

-Sabine