They call me a poet who'll never have a poem
So, I feel like my personal life doesn't have enough interesting things going on in it right now (or, rather, enough interesting things that I want to share with the Internets). Oh, wait, no, one thing: I AM GOING TO OTAKON AFTER ALL!
Yay.
That was unexpected, really. But still good. And now I need to assemble a cosplay outfit of some sort. (People who said I should straighten my hair and dye it and go as Canada from Hetalia: Is this still a good idea? Maybe I could go as the Doctor?)
Anyway, I would really like to say I have fic to post, but currently don't have much access to computers, so I get maybe 15 minutes of writing/editing in every day - also I just seem to have a chronic fic-finishing problem right now. So I decided, in lieu of any one decent fic, I would post little snippets from a bunch of stories I'm working on. The fics are from a variety of fandoms, including three crossovers, two absurd timey-wimey plots, and Helena Bonham Carter. Some stories are complete (if desperately in need of a beta), others are little more than plotpuppies. (Yes, I am actually using that term now. They're like plotbunnies except bigger and adorable and more canine, I guess.) (And I didn't even include anything from my ridiculous Faulkner-inspired Dalek story which is totally real.) If I get all of them done by the end of the year, much less the end of the summer, I will be pretty thrilled. Feel free to comment on them.
In conclusion: Hopefully this will inspire me to finish my own damn stories already. Enjoy.
Eleven Bits of Fic:
1. Patch didn’t know much, but he knew that when it was dark, only three people should be in the house: His master, his mistress, and their daughter. He didn’t know what the creatures descending the stairs were, but he knew that he wanted them out. He tore through the kitchen and ran up to the stairs to defend the house. “Yip yip yip yip yip!”
2. She turned neatly on her heel, unruffled. “Yes, Mr. Williams?” / “I…just wanted to give you this,” Rory said, pulling a crumpled envelope out of a pocket in his jacket.
3. She doesn’t even know what planet she’s come to. Certainly not Earth. First off, she tries to find a star map, or at least some place to go where she can get oriented. She passes a street called Bad Wolf Boulevard, and immediately feels a need to check it out.
4. “Sontar, ha!” He cried as he placed his hands on the ground and readied himself to leap in. Waves of white light circled around his crouched body, then he dove headfirst into the crack. There was a long, slow hiss like water being spilled on a hot stove, and the crack shrank, until it was just a thin line, like a squiggle drawn by a small piece of sidewalk chalk in the shape of a smiling mouth. For just a moment, there was silence on Bannerman Road.
5. “All right,” she said. “A proper story, then. A fairytale from across the universe. I learned it on an alien planet, far away in the past. It’s authentic, I promise. This is the story of the Pandorica.”
6. Clyde is very lucky because he wasn’t paying any attention at all, and he only knows that’s what you do because Luke walked him through a practice problem last night where he had to do the same thing. And he’d made some crack about why x always had to be isolated, and what if the variable had actually liked hanging out with its friend e? What if it liked being exponentiated?
7. Amy, at least, understands. “In a couple of weeks, everyone will realize the whole thing was stupid and forget about it,” she says, sitting on the edge of his bed, “even Lucy. Come on, it’s not the end of the universe, there’s plenty of girls out there. ”
8. In that alternate universe, he never had to choose between his two greatest loves - greater even than music, though they were both tied up with that. He never stood at a crossroads between two irreconcilable paths.
9. The phrase “out of his comfort zone” hardly even applies to this situation anymore. Nick’s comfort zone is far, far away; he isn’t even on the same planet as his comfort zone.
10. She’ll need to find a new outfit, eventually. She’ll need to figure out where exactly she is, and when. And she’ll have to wait a day or two for the regeneration to stabilize. But those are trifling matters now; against all odds, she’s survived. She looks off into the strange rocky horizon and laughs; her new voice echoes in the silence. “Time is on my side.”
11. There’s enough in that one trashcan for lunch and dinner, if they managed it right. They’ve eaten from trash before, but not where anyone could see them. Nick has a sudden urge to tear the top remnant of a burrito out, just stick his hand in and grab it and wolf it down. But they’re trying to be inconspicuous, and of course causing a scene like that would be the definition of conspicuous. So they move on. They’ve had a huge breakfast. Nick and Joe are used to being hungry.
Yay.
That was unexpected, really. But still good. And now I need to assemble a cosplay outfit of some sort. (People who said I should straighten my hair and dye it and go as Canada from Hetalia: Is this still a good idea? Maybe I could go as the Doctor?)
Anyway, I would really like to say I have fic to post, but currently don't have much access to computers, so I get maybe 15 minutes of writing/editing in every day - also I just seem to have a chronic fic-finishing problem right now. So I decided, in lieu of any one decent fic, I would post little snippets from a bunch of stories I'm working on. The fics are from a variety of fandoms, including three crossovers, two absurd timey-wimey plots, and Helena Bonham Carter. Some stories are complete (if desperately in need of a beta), others are little more than plotpuppies. (Yes, I am actually using that term now. They're like plotbunnies except bigger and adorable and more canine, I guess.) (And I didn't even include anything from my ridiculous Faulkner-inspired Dalek story which is totally real.) If I get all of them done by the end of the year, much less the end of the summer, I will be pretty thrilled. Feel free to comment on them.
In conclusion: Hopefully this will inspire me to finish my own damn stories already. Enjoy.
Eleven Bits of Fic:
1. Patch didn’t know much, but he knew that when it was dark, only three people should be in the house: His master, his mistress, and their daughter. He didn’t know what the creatures descending the stairs were, but he knew that he wanted them out. He tore through the kitchen and ran up to the stairs to defend the house. “Yip yip yip yip yip!”
2. She turned neatly on her heel, unruffled. “Yes, Mr. Williams?” / “I…just wanted to give you this,” Rory said, pulling a crumpled envelope out of a pocket in his jacket.
3. She doesn’t even know what planet she’s come to. Certainly not Earth. First off, she tries to find a star map, or at least some place to go where she can get oriented. She passes a street called Bad Wolf Boulevard, and immediately feels a need to check it out.
4. “Sontar, ha!” He cried as he placed his hands on the ground and readied himself to leap in. Waves of white light circled around his crouched body, then he dove headfirst into the crack. There was a long, slow hiss like water being spilled on a hot stove, and the crack shrank, until it was just a thin line, like a squiggle drawn by a small piece of sidewalk chalk in the shape of a smiling mouth. For just a moment, there was silence on Bannerman Road.
5. “All right,” she said. “A proper story, then. A fairytale from across the universe. I learned it on an alien planet, far away in the past. It’s authentic, I promise. This is the story of the Pandorica.”
6. Clyde is very lucky because he wasn’t paying any attention at all, and he only knows that’s what you do because Luke walked him through a practice problem last night where he had to do the same thing. And he’d made some crack about why x always had to be isolated, and what if the variable had actually liked hanging out with its friend e? What if it liked being exponentiated?
7. Amy, at least, understands. “In a couple of weeks, everyone will realize the whole thing was stupid and forget about it,” she says, sitting on the edge of his bed, “even Lucy. Come on, it’s not the end of the universe, there’s plenty of girls out there. ”
8. In that alternate universe, he never had to choose between his two greatest loves - greater even than music, though they were both tied up with that. He never stood at a crossroads between two irreconcilable paths.
9. The phrase “out of his comfort zone” hardly even applies to this situation anymore. Nick’s comfort zone is far, far away; he isn’t even on the same planet as his comfort zone.
10. She’ll need to find a new outfit, eventually. She’ll need to figure out where exactly she is, and when. And she’ll have to wait a day or two for the regeneration to stabilize. But those are trifling matters now; against all odds, she’s survived. She looks off into the strange rocky horizon and laughs; her new voice echoes in the silence. “Time is on my side.”
11. There’s enough in that one trashcan for lunch and dinner, if they managed it right. They’ve eaten from trash before, but not where anyone could see them. Nick has a sudden urge to tear the top remnant of a burrito out, just stick his hand in and grab it and wolf it down. But they’re trying to be inconspicuous, and of course causing a scene like that would be the definition of conspicuous. So they move on. They’ve had a huge breakfast. Nick and Joe are used to being hungry.