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( Sep. 5th, 2012 11:04 pm)
No idea what it's from. Just a thing that popped up for a prompt on [livejournal.com profile] comment_fic, for the prompt: Tread softly for you tread upon my dreams

Sleeping, Seeping

"All this," the man said softly. Kneeling in the ashes of a scorched earth. "All this, brother, just to rob me of my dreams?"

"Your dreams made you weak," the other answered. Cold and pitiless, his blank gaze falling over a shattered landscape without so much as a flicker of remorse. "There were none among us who did not see it, brother. They had slipped inside you. Poisoned you with foreign thoughts. Made you long for ..." A twist, emotion. Contempt. "For gentle things. For all their soft poisons." A lift of one lip. "You must see that. You must know what they did to you."

The kneeling figure shook his head, face twisted in a grieving mask. "You had no right," he whispered, soft and desperate. "You had no right. This was my dream, brother! They gave it to me, and it was mine. This was ... this was my dream."

His companion stared down at him. One fist knotting, a hard, cold clench of pain, as he looked down at the crumpled form beside him, and what remained of the brother he had once known. On his face, too, there was something close to grief.

"Your dreams were poison," he said, very softly, as he turned to leave. "Sooner or later, they would have killed you. They were poisonous dreams, my brother."

"... Yes," the dreamer whispered, to the fading echo of his footsteps, his hands digging softly among the ashes. "Yes, brother. But they were mine."

It is often said, you see, that the antidote to all poisons ... is a poison itself.
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( Jun. 12th, 2011 09:24 pm)
Speaking of dreams and dream-images ... A small fragment here, a rationalisation of a dream I had a long time ago. A little grisly, in the manner of fairytales.

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( May. 25th, 2011 12:14 am)
Little dialogue-fic, from a crazed and hyper brain. Crack!

Title:  Tank
Rating:  PG
Fandom:  Sanctuary
Characters/Pairings: Helen, James, Nigel
Summary:  Why are they in a tank? And where did they get it?
Wordcount:  308
Warnings/Notes:  SPOILERS for 3x17 Normandy. Crack!
Disclaimer:  Not mine

Tank )
Little thing that just presented itself, from things I've read and discussed lately. Heh. New Universe, and rather Steampunkish, I think

Title:  On Names
Rating:  PG
Universe:  Flightmen
Characters/Pairings:  Arin, an Oil-Man
Summary:  On names, diplomacy, and why you should always listen to the cultural expert
Wordcount:  950
Warnings:  Pissy men
Claimer: Very much mine. Heh.

On Names )
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( May. 6th, 2011 09:11 pm)
Okay. So. Today was the first examination I've taken in three years, and it ... went sort of okay? I mean, what I've written probably wasn't worth the paper it was scrawled on, but at least I managed to answer two questions, and get seven pages out of them, and approach at least one question from various angles ... Gah! Not thinking about it. Still probably failed. But ... went sort of okay, and I can ... I've remembered what it's like to take exams now, so hopefully the next couple should be a bit easier. Hopefully. Maybe. *fingers crosses*

And then ... because I'm dead tired and unable to think straight at the minute, I was browsing through document fragments on my laptop. Bits and pieces, early drafts of fics, stuff like that. And I found an earlier draft of Close, one that went in a ... less porny direction. Heh. And since I rather liked it anyway, I thought I'd just post it up here as a snippet, and show people how different things can be between drafts, and yet how sort of the same. Heh.

This version's more Nigel's shakiness and recovery:

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( Apr. 18th, 2011 12:22 pm)
Just a tiny snippet that was going to be on the end of Dust From Their Shoes.

Title: Close
Rating: PG-13/R
Fandom: Sanctuary
Characters/Pairings: Nikola/Nigel
Summary: Set in 1919, coda to Dust From Their Shoes. Two men and a very narrow bed
Wordcount: 1248
Warnings/Notes: Closest I ever come to explicit, really. I'm not sure I'm all that good at it -_-;
Disclaimer: Not mine

Close )
Same as the last, in some ways. Two Initiative inmates, after they escape. *shrugs*

Title:  The Thing About Boats
Rating:  PG-13
Fandoms:  Highlander the Series, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Continuity:  Post-series Highlander, sometime after S4 Buffy (I think)
Characters/Pairings:  Methos/Ethan Rayne
Summary:  Ethan drags an explanation out of Methos 
Wordcount:  1133
Warnings:  I'm very, very shaky on Buffy, just so's you know.
Disclaimer:  Not mine

Odd thing that floated up, from two fandoms I don't write as often. Fragment only, and shaky

Title:  Storm
Rating:  PG-13
Fandoms:  Highlander the Series, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Continuity:  Post-series Highlander, sometime after S4 Buffy (I think)
Characters/Pairings:  Methos/Ethan Rayne
Summary:  Two Initiative inmates, after they escape.
Wordcount:  1124
Warnings:  Badly done, I think. *shrugs a little*
Disclaimer:  Not mine

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( Nov. 29th, 2010 09:28 pm)
I'm having a very jittery, fragmentary few days, and my minds keeps throwing up random fragments that don't mean all that much. *shrugs*

Title:  Centre
Rating:  PG
Fandom:  Supernatural
Characters/Pairings:  Gabriel, Castiel
Continuity:  Set in some reasonably distant, probably AU Heaven where things have settled down a little
Summary:  The centre holds
Wordcount:  890
Warning:  Meandery (which I do not believe is a word, but there you go)
Disclaimer:  Not mine

Centre )
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( Aug. 26th, 2009 09:20 pm)
From a writing exercise entitled 'Set the Scene'. Nothing else, no further hints. Between 100 and 500 words, you had to write an opening description to tempt someone into a story.

I tend to hate that part. Anyway.

Title:  Night Rave
Wordcount:  319
Fandom:  Whatever you think it fits, if anything.

Night Rave )
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( Aug. 4th, 2009 03:53 pm)

(Companion to Sun Dance. Sort of.)

Rain Dance 

There was music in the air, a singing rhythm, a rapid, pitter-patter beat.

Light moved through the rain, laughing as it bounced from drop to sparking drop, a glowing web of mist.

Hands flashed inside the web, bodies, shining as they swayed, fingers tapping an echo of the song onto gleaming stomachs.Bare feet danced through puddles, striking the shimmering pools and shattering the light into a thousand exuberant pieces.

The world whirled and shimmied, vibrant with joy, fragmented and fiercely wonderous, and at its center were the dancers, dark and joyous, the rain like tears from dreaming eyes.

Hands and feet, laughter and singing, the motion and sound to shatter the light into rain, and move all the world to tears.

Rain dance.

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( Jul. 23rd, 2009 12:51 am)
Because whenever I get more than 500 words in one sitting, I feel compelled to share, regardless of how little the fragment makes sense. This one hasn't even got a name yet, though the word doc is filed under 'glass'. Anyway.

Glass )
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( Oct. 2nd, 2008 04:43 pm)
White

The room was white, warm and open and full of soft shadows. He lay by the window, his pale hands spread like silver tracery over the sheets, his head sinking into the white softness. His eyes were half-closed, a mere suggestion of awareness as he watched the silver-grey shadows of the leaves as they danced on the wall. The wind outside was a hollow, gentle whistling, reminding him of the world beyond the window at his back, reminding him of the phantom, white-gold sun that glowed in grey, pearlescent skies. His world was quiet, colourless, a place of waiting for some fiercer thing, some new and pristine glory.

He smiled, and let his eyes slip gently closed. It could wait.  

1st result of the story-I'd-never-write meme.

Title:  Happiness
Rating: R
Fandom:  Batman/Blake's 7 crossover
Characters/Pairings:  hints of Joker/Carnell, and future Joker/Avon.
Summary:  Everyone's favourite psychopath gets plonked in B7-verse. They are *not* prepared for him.
Warnings:  Severely screwy. I should stop venturing into Jokerland, I really, really should.

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