Tales From a Messy Workbench!
Originally Posted: Aug. 25th, 2006Length/Rating: 100 words, PG, GenPairing/Warnings: noneSummary: Two worlds, alike in dignity, in fair Colorado we set our scene… A week off-world, two weeks home, then back again. And every time you stepped back through the gate Earth was a little less familiar and a little more foreign. Things you took for granted on…
Originally Posted: May. 21st, 2007 Length/Rating: 271 words, PG, GenPairing/Warnings: noneSummary: There are some things you can’t unlearn. Retirement means something different in the mountain. Twenty years was too short, too long; just an arbitrary date no one was quite willing to admit might not apply. It’s their tradition, their heritage, and they cling to every scrap of normality…
Originally Posted: Aug. 1st, 2008Length/Rating: 100 words, PG, GenPairing/Warnings: noneSummary: Written for drabbles 30 Days of Drabbles, Day 3 Prompt: Song/Poem: 355. Sunday Morning by Wallace Stevens and TV Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Atlantis. There are hundreds of legends about the gate, carved in stone and silver, and once even scribed into the bark of an ancient tree….
It’s the same song, just different words. (Stargate SG-1, 398 words)