That night she dreamt of stars.
The pub was smoky, dark and crowded but Bran glimmered at the bar like the moon on dark water.
Farmer Boy/Laura Ingalls Wilder::
ice house“It’s only a scandal if someone finds out,” he said reasonably.Generation X::
carbon datingI’ve lost the thread of Dag’s conversational foray and I’m pissing him off.
Get Real::Great Expectations
“Your lips are getting blue,” Stephen observed.
Hard Core Logo::Your Theoretical Heaven
Joe balked at rehab, so Billy borrowed Pruitt’s house on Ferris Beach.
Hard Core Logo::sucker’s bet
No way was he drunk enough to actually do this.
Harry Potter drabbles::fraternity::fresh::recruiting::together alone
Henry Fool::Feeling
But sometimes he wanted to feel something, more than the motion of his own body, more than the spinning of the world.
Highlander::lounge act
“I’m a sucker for historical romance.”
Highlander::desolation angel
Technically, he lives in Arizona, but it’s an easy drive to Vegas.
Invisible Man::Bobby Hobbes Fishes From the Company Pier
The nose knows, my friend. The nose knows.
Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell::Clangs His Funeral Bell
After what seemed like many hours, the gentleman danced Stephen into a tall, thronelike chair and pushed a silver goblet of bitter wine into his hand. Written for threerings in the Yuletide 2006 Challenge.
Lord of the Rings::cheer
“Have my smiles been so hard on you?”
Queer As Folk UK/Highlander::Alexander The Great
“I came for a beer. I hear they like to serve it in bars.”
Queer As Folk UK::jonny quest
And ah– this certainly wasn’t Race Bannon.
Queer As Folk UK::Oceania
‘Statistically 99% of all men will cheat on their spouse during their marriage.’
The Secret History::Artemis, Apollo, Orion
There was something cold and mechanical about Henry, and yet he’d never frightened her, as Charles had.
Smallville::leaves
The shoes are handmade, the leather as thin and tough as the leaves, the soles slick as glass.
Wonder Falls::nice things
How could any of this have happened without so much as a single pair of shoplifted baby booties?
Hosted Cupcakes::A few orphans I’m housing for friends.
Generation X::Exploding Supermarkets
A little litslash from Katherine F. The scene I would have like to have written.
Get Real::Reunion
Bone has written us a story set ten years after the events of the film. Love and longing long delayed.
Original Fiction::Mr. Patel’s Moral Compass
Omar kept his back to her, studying the mantel over the white brick fireplace. Saraswati had arranged her awful hand-sized monkey sculptures there in a stooping, knobby bronze panorama of bared teeth and leering aggression.
She tossed a fringed pillow at him. It chafed against his cheek like a red brocade kiss.
“I know you hate them.”
“That’s why you bought them,” he reminded her.
