Yuletide recs #2
Some stories you don't have to know the canon (I think) to enjoy:
The Hustle
"Déjà vu is the inexplicable feeling that you've done something before when it is in reality a new experience to you, and puking behind the Crazy Russian with a stripper's thong wrapped around your hand cannot in truth be said to be either inexplicable or a new fucking experience..."
Stories in Lockdown
Like the way water in the shower made his tattoos stand out boldly, even against skin that always somehow seemed at least slightly tanned. The way that sometimes, even when he was laughing, he looked like a wolf in the too bright lights.
Birth Pains
Most nights found Virginia sitting in her sway back chair with one hand on either side of her stomach, staring off into space as her skin rose and fell in odd, almost unnaturally violent movements. She tried not to cringe, but often failed.
a life half-lived
Fran believes, but: there's a rhythm beating in Fran's heart and mind that her feet can't follow.
Proof
"Really, Thomasina. You could just have easily said 'what is that?' and I would be no more or less clear as to your meaning. When 'this' and 'that' might as well mean the same thing, what one is experiencing is a breakdown of the rules of grammar."
My Flatpoint, Tis of Thee
"He's right!" said Blackman. "We have to find a way to beat her like Napoleon beat the British at Waterloo, before we exiled to a small island." He paused, thoughtfully. "Hmm... a small island... doesn't sound bad." He got out a personal dictaphone and spoke into it. "Note, get myself exiled to a small island."
The Hustle
"Déjà vu is the inexplicable feeling that you've done something before when it is in reality a new experience to you, and puking behind the Crazy Russian with a stripper's thong wrapped around your hand cannot in truth be said to be either inexplicable or a new fucking experience..."
Stories in Lockdown
Like the way water in the shower made his tattoos stand out boldly, even against skin that always somehow seemed at least slightly tanned. The way that sometimes, even when he was laughing, he looked like a wolf in the too bright lights.
Birth Pains
Most nights found Virginia sitting in her sway back chair with one hand on either side of her stomach, staring off into space as her skin rose and fell in odd, almost unnaturally violent movements. She tried not to cringe, but often failed.
a life half-lived
Fran believes, but: there's a rhythm beating in Fran's heart and mind that her feet can't follow.
Proof
"Really, Thomasina. You could just have easily said 'what is that?' and I would be no more or less clear as to your meaning. When 'this' and 'that' might as well mean the same thing, what one is experiencing is a breakdown of the rules of grammar."
My Flatpoint, Tis of Thee
"He's right!" said Blackman. "We have to find a way to beat her like Napoleon beat the British at Waterloo, before we exiled to a small island." He paused, thoughtfully. "Hmm... a small island... doesn't sound bad." He got out a personal dictaphone and spoke into it. "Note, get myself exiled to a small island."