A/N: Rambly little ditty, I know. But really, it fit too well in with the (modified) Poe quotes to NOT be written. I own nothing here. Ember belongs to Nick.

Ah, distinctly I remember--it was in the bleak December
And the lonely dying Ember wrought her ghost upon the floor.
During the beginning of that dreary autumn--that was when she had really ( Read more... )

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A/N: So I'm not using Microsoft Word right now so APPARENTLY it doesn't automatically double-space. Sorry! I'm fixing that now!

He was a villain, he decided. It was a hard decision, but a necessary one.

Of course he had grown up with the rest of them, the people who ate up the ( Read more... )

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A/N: I feel it is my duty to grace this Penny-involving ficlet with the news about the Dr. Horrible companion comic (about Penny’s backstory) that is coming to Myspace: Dark Horse Presents on Thursday, June 4. :D

He stabbed the frozen ( Read more... )

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A/N: Yes, too much angst. Might not be that great writing but now that Going Against the Grain is finished I need something to do!

It was her birthday today.

He knew because, months that seemed like decades ago, he had looked her up online. He had gotten a copy of her birth certificate, her ( Read more... )

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A/N: Possibly AU, depending on your interpretation of Billy’s character. Written yesterday but put on hold so it could be beta’d by the excellent Jamie55. :)

Billy had a secret.

He didn’t think anyone knew. They could have guessed, possibly, but he kept it stuffed up inside. He ( Read more... )

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A/N: So I tried to put a couple nougats of symbolism in here. Tell me if you catch them!

Billy had once read that you could tell more about a person by looking on their bookshelf, or even ( Read more... )

His skin was cold.

He first noticed it on a July day. He had his gloves off for a moment-they were tainted with chemicals and needed to be cleaned-and he’d held a hand to his forehead to keep his throbbing headache from exploding out of his brain. The effect was surprisingly immediate relief, like that of an ice pack.

He pulled his hand away, ( Read more... )