{written for the time travel issue of imaginarybeasts. bit of a rush job, but passable ( Read more... )

{written for the 2012 reverse round of originalbigbang, for trishkafibble's lovely and inspiring picture here. go and give kudos! i think i managed to fit everything from the picture into the story, except for the roller coaster. if the characters seem familiar, that's because this is a sequel of sorts to last year's entrySometimes when Plen woke before the sun, he lay in bed ( Read more... )

[if three times is true, what's thirty? or three hundred ( Read more... )

After much discussion, they settled on the beach as a destination, agreeing that it had become a cliche for very good reason: namely, fewer biting insects, at least when the wind blew from the sea, as was usual. What they had forgotten while making the decision, however, was that the beach had other attractions, such as sun and surf, and that the ( Read more... )

{written for the 2011 reverse bang round at originalbigbang, inspired by this splendiferous picture by reapertownusa, beta'd by me lovely mum ( Read more... )

“How long have you been a child?” my father asked, the very model of disinterested inquiry.

“Does she have to be here?” the boy whined instead of answering. I couldn’t blame him. I didn’t particularly want to be there either. Dealing with Masks is weird enough. Shrink them down to ten years old, and I’m officially freaked out. Kids are not my ( Read more... )

“You went patrolling in a sweater?” Héloise repeated incredulously for the fourth time ( Read more... )

originally written and posted for book 23 of imaginarybeasts. part of the same huge story as needs must.

( The fox appeared after she had run the soles off her dancing shoes and the skin off her feet and had crumpled at the side of the road like a discarded flower, all lace and fine silk and utter despair. )

Which completes what was begun here and here (both f-locked) in November 2007, for NaNoWriMo, but stalled out at 3,000 words.

( Original Fiction Big Bang notes )

i'm not here, and i didn't write this, and i won't be writing more of it in the future.

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At some point, usually about fifteen minutes in, there came a point of utter despair and a sense of great futility: the car had become one of those horrific 3-D puzzles that can't be solved because the pieces would have to pass through each other to produce ( Read more... )