This is way too much fun. (See
previous post for details.)
I thought my funeral went well.
Eventually, rain cleaned the bloodstained cities.
Car door stuck -- must hold breath --
She returned her newborn son's gaze.
He envies Philemon and Baucis, now.
More fanfic:
Anakin gets it, twenty years late.
Potter discovers magic, love, and life
(or Potter discovers magic, love, and death, depending on Book 7)
It is never just a Dream.
And from my boss:
Don't go in there-- told you.
One ring, ten hours too long.