Friday, 14 November 2008

agentcampbell: (Writing)
36.2. Would you date someone you were working with? Why or why not?

A letter to never be sent…

Dear Izzy,

You know, I never thought the day would come we might actually get our acts together and realise something had been sparking between us pretty much from the day we first met. That seems like so long ago now, but they do say time flies when you’re having fun. But we had more than fun. You gave me hope and trust at a time I never thought I’d ever find it in my heart to trust anyone again. From then on, my life changed and you gave me things back that I don’t even think you realised you were capable of giving. You were my partner in work and my partner in crime. It was always inevitable you’d end up stealing my heart. And you had it, Izzy. You had it for so long, I just didn’t know how to give you the rest of me until it was nearly too late.

And now it is too late. I wish I could say all of this to you in person. I wish I could touch you, taste you, be inside you. I miss you so much it hurts, but I know you would understand... )

- [livejournal.com profile] isabelowens referenced with permission


Word Count | 479
agentcampbell: (Black & White [Serious])
25.2. Who from your past would you like to see again?

[Follow's all THESE POSTS]

The sharp burn of the liquor as it reaches the back of the throat on the first sip was always the best part when the substance was being used to drown out a wash of thoughts lapping in the mind. Whiskey was always a good choice; the colour strong and confident like the effect it had on the drinker and the ice made a unique, soft sound as it danced against the edge of the glass. The sip was followed by a wetting of the lips to lap up the excess drops and the glass was returned to the laminated tabletop to rest beside an array of items spread out around it.

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Earlier in the day…

“Are you sure this is an ample sized deposit box, Mr Michaels?” the bank manager asked with a subservient cut to his tone honed by years of kissing arse of the rich and famous who lodged no doubt multi-billions of worth into these metallic boxes that lined the wall of a room in the bowels of the bank. Three security guards stood in a row by the large doors behind them, one offering nothing more than a stoic clear of his throat to remind them of his presence.

A tight, polite smile was returned at the offer. “More than ample, Mr Martinez,” a clipped British accent replied... )

- [livejournal.com profile] isabelowens & [livejournal.com profile] agentsullivan referenced with permission


Word Count | 958
agentcampbell: (Violin)
Following the recent prompts just posted to this journal, I am about to change the journal username agentcampbell to a new name to reflect the changes I'm slowly bringing to fruition. Evidently, there is much more to be revealed, and it will be a slow process, but I just wanted to alert to the change in username to avoid confusion.

Cheers! ;)