Some fluffy fluff, some auld lang syne, some hope without too much expectation.

( Cats and Dogs )

( Moonlight Becomes You )

( Mixed Doubles )

( Magic )

( Betwixt and Between )

( What Mattered )

Far off in the distance Doyle thought he could hear singing. And bells.

Singing and bells.

It had to be the drugs.

Still, it also had to be an improvement on the disembodied voices which had been plaguing him for some time. He turned slightly, bringing his hips with him. Something pulled at his side, like teeth. Sharp, vicious teeth, a whole ( Read more... )

Back then his best mate shut him in the coal-hole.  For a dare or a joke or just because it was flaming well there.

Doyle had chewed his knuckles, yelled abuse.  He’d emerged smoky-faced, heart hammering under cover of a cocky smile.  Gave his former best mate the juiciest black eye.

These days random injustices came in deeper, blacker pits.  With ( Read more... )

I had the prompt of a tennis court, but I have to say that this is nothing about what happened on a tennis court and everything about what happened after... it's quite mini, an exact 400 words :)

( Basic Instinct )

Now that everyone is full of Christmas dinner and mince pies and Christmas walk and lazy days... Here's a little something to read in the quieter moments...

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