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A short Christmas ghost story, written in response to a challenge at Just_WritingIt was bitter cold this year. The snow that brought the city to a halt earlier in the week, which made the solstice celebrations glitter and shine in the darkness, has gone. The iron grey that was left had Col cold to the bone, and it wasn't surprising that everyone ( Read more... )

Over at the Torquere Social email list, Vince Diamond threw down a ficlet challenge: 100 words or less using the words:'June', 'nuclear', and 'garage ( Read more... )

A tiny, off-the-cuff snippet for @melfaescotland over on Twitter, who asked for Teague and emo boy's in bands ( Read more... )

for samcdermott65, who's resolution was Lose 20 lbs. Curb the wine consumption or eliminate it all together. Eat healthier.Mark stretched out, languorous and heavy-limbed, coming so gradually awake that he wasn't sure if he was still dreaming. They'd collapsed together in the recovery coma of le petite mort, so the gas lights were still casting their gilded ( Read more... )

I'm hosting over at the torquere_social LJ today, and offered to write a couple of New Year resolution inspired ficlets. machineplay's resolution was : to visit the gravesite of someone you haven't seen since before they died. Somehow that turned into a partner peice to thisIt didn't say Tell on the gravemarker. He didn't have a tombstone, and if he did that wouldn't have ( Read more... )

When You Are Out There On The Road
By Ephemera.

Inspired by Such Great Heights, by The Postal Service, and written for tsuki_no_bara's 2nd Original Ficathon, June 2006. Thanks to C and M for the cheerleading, and especially to ms_manna, without whom this would have been much shorter and much less in every way. All remaining mistakes are my own ( Read more... )

The thin clear sunshine was forcing a false thaw, the icicles along the eves channeling a symphony of fat drops and patters of water from the crusted roof into the pitted snow beneath. Karl had cracked open the kitchen window, despite Breck's complaints about the chilly air, and the soft sounds punctuated the wintertime routine of cooking and ( Read more... )

"You can't do that!"   Paul hissed desperately. His hand was tight around Cameron's wrist, pressing pale against the tendons, but the older boy didn't drop his arm. He smiled.  He smiled so wide that it stretched his words, rich with something Paul wasn't so sure he wanted to be able to recognise. .

"Oh Paul, I can. You think … tell me. Why not ( Read more... )

For Halloween, 2005, and for Buhfly's Halloween Challenge
With thanks to turps33 for sparking off the idea, and morgaine_x and asradel for helping it come to pass. All remaining mistakes are, of course, my own ( Read more... )