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Some things are worth the price.
Feral wolves never stop running.
All The King’s
It’s never a good day to die. (Dumppack, Meg’s POV)
Some fairy tales have teeth.
Someone has to be average in his family and it may as well be Jon…
Definitions : 100 words December 8, 2007
There’s an inherent flaw in naming things.
Jon never wanted to be different.
Leaves on the Wind : 201 words October 7, 2007
Life is more than power lunches and business suits.
Replacement Parts : 100 words October 1, 2007
There are reasons for the status quo.
All Bite, No
They’re wolves that would be men. (or: Why I need yet another type of werewolf–
Too Old For
They were too old for Neverland, those lost scarred souls that balanced on the edge of Growing Up. This is the foundation fic and should be read before any of the others.
Once Upon a Time : 100 words August 28, 2018
It’s always / never the same story.
Synonym, Metonym, Synecdoche : 100 words August 15, 2018
Words skirt the edges of the Fae.
Nightmares in Amber : 100 words August 13, 2018
Underhill is nothing without His children.
Over the years Wendy collects her own band of unLost Boys.
The Tao of Names : 100 words December 13, 2006
She wasn’t Wendy, but she never had been.
“Tell me I’m not giving my life away for nothing.” Written for #ThursThreads – The Challenge That Ties Tales Together – Week 30.
Memo to Self : 115 words June 27, 2010
One morning Henry awoke to find a particularly odd message scrawled on his ceiling in lipstick.
On Arboreal Advice : 218 words October 31, 2008
“Put down the hammer and listen to me!”
The Cursed SunStone of Veramasu : 196 words July 16, 2008
There is noise and then there is song, and while it’s a fine line between the two Soya was pretty sure Til had wandered irrecoverably into noise.
“I am the death of hope!”
There’s a rock near the shore of a green-blue sea and every night when the tide rolls in she perches on it, just high enough above the waves that she can see to the top of the hill.
Dev had wanted to be a knight since he was old enough to swing sticks and imagine monsters.
Rana made a business of taking heroes home.
In the end, there was nothing I could do but watch her die.
Once Upon a
Things were happening too fast.
It was such a small loss, compared to the war raging around them, but the Seventh Company took it hard.
High/Second World Fantasy
In Peace : 1,183 words June 21, 2014
It was a Listener’s job to put the dead to rest, no matter whose dead they were. (A Pel story.)
[YANS] : 50,241 words
The story about writing a story (aka MuseFic), or: The only thing she knows is true anymore is that the dragon needs to die.
Words Before Worlds : 2,618 words
Prequel MuseFic about grand plans that disintegrated as soon as NaNo started.
If there was life after death he’d find a way to show her. Written for the 55 Word Challenge.
A Hymn for St.
This is where churches come to die. Written for the 55 Word Challenge: Week Thirty.
Is, Was, Will Be : 55 words August 8, 2012
Fae eyes are full of death and I saw mine reflected there. Written for the 55 Word Challenge: Week Twenty-one.
Simple Instructions : 55 words July 26, 2012
Like this, his father said and the boy shifted his arm and changed his pose. Written for the 55 Word Challenge: Week Nineteen.
I’m the cat that hung the moon. Written for the 55 Word
Love Me: 55 words July 12, 2012
It’s love distilled, congealed, fermented into a pulsing heat that sings. Written for 55 Word
Pancakes With a Side of
“You don’t find magic in an IHOP.”
Mr. Magnifico vs.
“Kindly put that down and step away from the particle accelerator.”
The Ghost of Herington
There’s a light in the limbs of the old oak tree / Where they hung the mutineer
Carol was not in the habit of showing off.
Ask Me No Questions, I’ll Tell You No
There was something in the way he said goodbye that made her stop, phone halfway returned to its cradle held in a suddenly trembling hand.
Beyond the Sea : 121 words (Song/Poem) July 12, 2006
There is a land beyond the sea…
Of Ignorance and
It had come up in casual conversation; Bonnie was griping over a recently ex-boyfriend and Danny had said it without thinking.
Digging a Grave in the
There’s an arc in the sky, a thin grey line,
There are only two people left in Elm Creek who remember when it was simply The Ship, without qualifiers or descriptions required.
Twin Ponds was a tiny town, but it had always been tiny; little more than a collection of houses in the midst of unbounded prairie.
Ten percent of the population was twenty percent of my friends.
No one had slept.
Chloe : 283 words February 2, 2008
It’s the night before the exodus —two hours, five minutes and counting— and there’s nothing left to do.
A year ago, our future died; the hopes and dreams of youth, withering in the oncoming thunder of a century of war.
When One Plus One is
The very first First was nothing more than an accident.
Bent, Not Broken : 100 words September 14, 2007
The morning after the first successful Starways-DuPont-Boeing human
On Behalf of the
Skip, skip, skip, … skip, skip, skip
Chance of a Lifetime : 150 words June 14, 2006
She had skipped a hundred times before, bouncing back and forth on the colonial cargo runs.
And One To Grow
Auntie Meredith was just no good at buying presents.
Space travel takes its tithe in years.
Lies, Damned Lies, and Statistics : 161 words March 8, 2006
The world cheered when the first pod skipped from low Earth orbit to Mars, then onto Pluto in the same fraction of a second.
sonder: n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own. Written for the challenge over on NerdFitness boards based on this post from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.
Office Heretics : 338 words June 1, 2012
“Flowerpots are wheelchairs for plants,” Penny deposited the petunias on my desk with an almost triumphant cheeriness.
Highways wound through the abandoned countryside like fractures, carving the land into easily defined territories.
Thinking Inside the
An Ode to
I do not like you Spam-I-Am.
It wasn’t healthy, but she couldn’t bring herself to give up what little hope had made it through the war.
Those graveyard dogs,
In Will Alone : 85 words (Poem) February 14, 2007
Take this pain of half-imagined never-afters,
Dancing in bars/And showing off scars/Of a thousand shattered dreams.