x-posted to bookish .

A little while ago, I thought it would be an interesting project to read a given author's entire bibliography, in the order in which it was written.  I picked Lisa Jewell.  She's not one of my favourite authors, but she's got a back catalogue of about seven novels, which seemed reasonable, and I already owned about five of them.  ( Read more... )

When she had done, he whispered, "You know, the boys...they say...the ones like Leggy and Janjiver...they say the girls like it.  That's what they say.  They say that the girls may say no, but they really like it."

Mavin thought a time.  "Mertyn child, you like sweet cakes, don't you?"

He nodded, cocking his head at this change of subject.

"Let us ( Read more... )

"And now you must decide which pain you will bear.  That of being as you were.  Or that of being as you are ( Read more... )

An interpretation of the story of Adam and Eve. For funsies, mostly.

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I need money. I asked work for extra hours, but it's all gotten very complicated. So, I'm basically sitting here, wishing illness on one of my coworkers so I get called in.

I worked out my entire finances all the way through to January, and I'd be fine with just three extra shifts, or with getting the three days off I requested as paid holiday, ( Read more... )

Once upon a time there was a witch. The magic had made her hideous, but it also made her beautiful.

Young men came for her, seeking to use her glamoured looks in the way in which one normally uses young women. She let them come, enticing them and later using their blood and lights for her spells.

One day, for reasons best known to herself, the ( Read more... )

There is a drawing on the tile in front of me.  A long oval, fatter at the bottom than the top, with a circle in the middle.  There is other graffiti around it, but this stands out to me.  This is special.  It must be a message.

It is drawn in red, while the other drawings are in other colours.  Orange, blue, black...no other red patterns.  ( Read more... )

Unfinished Psych fanfic. The idea's been in my head for a while, so I just jotted down the key scenes. Dialogue isn't my strong point, which is why, ironically, that's what it's mostly written in.

I've seen all of series one, and a bit of series two, so this would probably come somewhere between them, although it does completely derail the second ( Read more... )

I come to the graveyard every week, same time, same coffin. I come to see her.

Her coffin is above ground, a grey sort of opague, with nothing but her name and dates on it. There’s no markings to show what she meant to people, like on so many other graves around here. Just me, here, every single week.

She was my age, twenty-five. And she will ( Read more... )

She's out there.  Right now.  Watching me, through the windows.

I can't see her.  The windows are closed and locked, the curtains drawn.  There's no gap through which someone could peer.  Yet, I know she's watching me.  She's out there, in the rain.

I want to go to bed, and sleep.  I'm so tired, but I'm too terrified to move from this sofa.  If I ( Read more... )