All the cool kids are doing it--

[cherry]

-- and some of my stories have pretty nebulous endings, so:

Ask me what happens (or tell me what you think happens) at the end of one of my stories.

Alternate link: The good recent stuff not posted to flashfictions is tagged here, and ds_flashfiction things are schwacked in here.

There are so many people I plan to ask this of...


Also: Yes, the icon is of me. *G* It's all sneaky-ish and enigmatic.

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[cherryice.livejournal.com]

Hee! I didn't think there were actually people around who'd read my Alias fic. ('Anon, Anon' is kind of a personal favourite of mine, so thank you for reading.)

As for 'Invisible Ink'...

Julian moves on, because there's nothing else for him to do. He moves to Florida, spends his days working at a bookstore (discovers he speaks three more languages by accident, Russian tomes and lost tourists); his nights in clubs, drinking whiskey and Jagermeister, dancing with brown-haired girls and blue-eyed boys until--

-- Until, one night, he is jumped on his way home at four in the morning. He almost kills three men, and it is the fact that it doesn't bother him that the blood doesn't bother him that makes him shake.

He takes a road trip across the country, top down on a stolen convertible, and eventually ends up back in Wisconsin. Ends up back in Wisconsin, wind-burnt and cold; and Will (eventually) takes him in. They don't talk and they don't fuck (for a long time), just live in the same space and exist.