...and thank you all for the good wishes and lovely thoughts.  I'm stuck at home again, but it's not all bad -- I hate going out in the winter anyway, and I tend to write more when I'm trapped in the house.

Which brings me to the fic.  And yes, this is the product of several days' boredom while in hospital plus the really good pain meds they give me ( Read more... )

(written for ( Read more... )

Written for the 'first' prompt at the hl_flashfic community.  i'm going to cheat and cross-post this to my hl_50 table as well, under one of the writer's choice prompts.

Cardinal Experiences
by auberus

The first time I ever robbed a bank, I went in under-prepared and over-confident.  That still didn't stop me from pulling it off.  I got away with ( Read more... )

I'm not entirely sure where this piece of crack came from.  Faith and Cory Raines, because I woke up with this in my head the other day, and then I mentioned it to jinxed_wood and then I had to sit down and write the stupid thing.  Oh, yeah -- and I'm making this prompt #25 for my hl50 table, because I seriously need to get to work on that.

Dynamite

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This is a short little thing for my hl50 table, just to get me writing again.

Brief Excerpt From the Chronicle of Corwin o' the Green; a.k.a. Cory Raines:

12/15/92-

Arrived in London today, 1350 GMT.  One of the best things about being Raines' Watcher is, hands down, his tendency to spoil himself (and by proxy his Watcher).  No cheap motels for this ( Read more... )

And the Years Too Long For Bearing

Once, in my youth, I felt like the sun:
Capricious and bright and alive.
My youth has not faded, but age has begun,
And I live no longer.  I merely survive,

Watching the passing of all that I've known,
All of it fading, the good and the bad.
For Time destroyed all that I once called my own
And left me alone with ( Read more... )

written for the hl50 challenge.  Takes off from the end of
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written for the hl50 challenge - cory raines.
(# 37 - champagne)

31 January 1940 - London, England:

The blackout curtains are tightly closed, and the candle-light doesn't quite penetrate the shadows in the corners of the room.  There are twenty minutes left in the year, and Amanda has precious little hope that next one will be any better.  She's ( Read more... )

Written for the hl50 challenge.  100 words.

Better Things
Let me introduce myself. Cory Raines. Bank robber, pirate, highwayman, hijack specialist... the list of my accomplishments is lengthy, if somewhat mono-thematic. I make a much better criminal than I do an honest man, and I've been a thief for almost eight hundred years.

I know.  Being an ( Read more... )

Written for the hl50 challenge.  100 words.

And Love Itself Have Rest

Doc told him once that Immortality was a gift; that he now had centuries in which to write instead of years, and that his voice need never fall silent.  Byron has learned otherwise.  Life had begun to pall even before he learned that the years stretched unending in front of him.

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