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Belatedly, for a request by [livejournal.com profile] postingwhore . One of those three sentence fics that got away.

Summary: and she just doesn't know/ how much more she can give

Narcissa could hear them in the dark, in the garden burying her sister, as inside the house she packed her things to go. She was lucky. Most of the dead still lay where they fell. Animals might defile the bodies; if they did not the victors would. They hadn't been able to bring them all, but Bellatrix at least would be at peace, in the quiet and unhallowed ground of Malfoy Manor.

“Do you want--,” Lucius had asked, and gestured to the body.

“Let her robes and mask be her shroud,” Narcissa had said, looking at Bellatrix's slack face and tangled hair. Bella had been the most beautiful of three sisters known for their beauty, and men had written sonnets about her midnight eyes and the mysteries of her smile.

Narcissa had left her husband and son to do the digging and gone into the house, and begun putting things in her bag. What did you take, when you left, she wondered. Which robes were fashionable for deserting one's husband? Black, because almost everyone they knew was dead. There would be funerals for weeks.

Despite herself she thought of Bella, still at last; the niece she'd never known who'd died at Hogwarts, Sirius, whose grave she'd never seen, Regulus, whose body had never been found. So many dead, and all of them for nothing, because the war had been lost. For nothing, because the Muggles were going to ruin everything and call it progress.

The brushes with the silver handles had been a gift from Lucius's mother; she left them on her dressing table. There was a framed photograph of Draco, which she wrapped in a scarf and tucked into her bag, and one of Lucius that she left. She ran her fingers across the spines of the books on the little shelf under the window, but in the end she left them. They could be sent on later.

In the bath she tucked shampoo and conditioning potions and makeup into a case, and left her birth control on the edge of the sink, because she might be leaving Lucius but she could not imagine going to bed with anyone else. Eighteen years of marriage, and two years of sin before that, and she had been not quite eighteen that first time. Even then she had known what she wanted, and what it might mean.

She had been a Death Eater's daughter, even then, a Death Eater's sister. She cannot say she wasn't warned.

Suddenly she was on her knees on the tile, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. She had warned them-- she had warned them all, and they hadn't listened. No one had ever listened. Not her father, not her sister, not her husband. Not her son.

“I thought you were gone,” Lucius said from the doorway, “Narcissa?”

She looked up then. Her head hurt and her eyes burned and her nose was running. She was too old to be so foolish. He had something on his cheek that might be dirt, and might be a bruise, and when he knelt beside her and touched her face his hands were filthy. He smelled of blood and smoke and the mud of her sister's grave.

“No,” she said, and put her hand on his. “I'm not going anywhere.” It was true, unfortunately; she never could bring herself to go. Her husband was a racist and an idiot who had involved their teenage son in a civil war, and he had appalling taste and wore more jewelry than she did and had quarreled with her entire family. She had meant to leave him a dozen times and never managed it, and just because their world is burning does not mean she ever will. “You know I love you too much to leave.”

“Yes,” Lucius said, resting his chin on top of her head, “but that doesn't mean I ever get tired of hearing you say it.”
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Or, my god, is this really all I've written lately? Sigh. Also, guess what, Parents. Totally did find that Medieval History degree useful. Money well spent! Highlander, for [livejournal.com profile] fuzzytale:  ) 14th Century CE RPF, for [livejournal.com profile] doreyg  ) Jilly Cooper's Rutshire Chronicles, for [livejournal.com profile] philomytha  ) Sarah Smith's Vanished Child series, for [livejournal.com profile] brutti_ma_buoni  )
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Distract me from my unfinished Yuletide story, guys!

Via penknife:
Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you between one and three sentences from that story.
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Summary: Erik finds answers to questions he never meant to ask.

Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage )
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I'm ishafel at dreamwidth as well. Feel free to friend me or circle me or whatever :)
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Summary: The Forger and Point Man are selected to showjump for the United States at the Olympics.

Author's Note: Once upon a time I read one too many stories in which The Forger and Point Man were incorrectly capitalized-- and twelve thousand words later, here we are. Warnings for shameless, ridiculous oversimplification of the Olympic team selection process, and also for prostitution. It probably goes without saying, but any resemblance to actual Real People is entirely coincidental. The working title of this story was "Inception Crack AU", so take from that what you will. Usually I can blame [livejournal.com profile] pushdragon for these things, but unfortunately this one is all me.

Dare to Dream )
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Summary: The Forger and Point Man are selected to showjump for the United States at the Olympics.

Author's Note: Once upon a time I read one too many stories in which The Forger and Point Man were incorrectly capitalized-- and twelve thousand words later, here we are. Warnings for shameless, ridiculous oversimplification of the Olympic team selection process, and also for prostitution. It probably goes without saying, but any resemblance to actual Real People is entirely coincidental. The working title of this story was "Inception Crack AU", so take from that what you will. Usually I can blame [livejournal.com profile] pushdragon for these things, but unfortunately this one is all me.

Dare to Dream )
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I promised this to [livejournal.com profile] postingwhore in FEBRUARY. I suck, you guys.

The Backstory-Verse
How the Malfoy Wealth Was Won (London, 1860)
The Greatest Treason (Wales, 1913)
When I Ruled the World (France, 1917)
Portent (London, 1943)
The Greatest Generation (London, 1945)
It Came Upon a Midnight Clear (New York, 1959)
The Ill-Made Knight (Yorkshire, 1960)
The Setting Sun (Surrey, 1963)
Conviction (London, 1974)
Charm (London, 1978)
(Baby Don't) Fear the Reaper (London, 1979)
Shadow of the Day (Spinner's End, 1979)
A Woman's Place (Surrey, 1979)
Chronology (Surrey, 1980)
Destiny's Child (London, 1980)
Spy Games (London, 1981)
Shadow of the Day (Surrey, 1982)
Only the Dead Have Seen the End of War (Surrey, 1982)
A Prophet In His Own Country (Surrey, 1984)
A Handful of Dust (Surrey, 1994)

Well it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth/ the baffled king composing Hallelujah )
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Remix of by The Posting Wind by Elistaire.

Summary: We are what we make of ourselves.

How many roads must a man walk down, before you call him a man? )

Also, VelvetMouse cleverly remixed my LM Alcott story "For Want of a Nail," here. Three times Charlie Campbell didn't die, you guys! It's Christmas in May!
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I am having so much trouble FINISHING things. Every time I open OpenOffice I end up with a new document window. I don't have writer's block, I just have ADD. So, look, FINISHED: 1 story that no one will ever read! I feel much better for having accomplished something, though.

Summary: Eames has always enjoyed the planning stages of the job most.

(Spoilers for all aired episodes of GG, though I'm not sure it's necessary to have actually seen it. Although it's been pretty awesome lately.)

Being Other People )
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Sorry, guys, these drabbles are not going as quickly (or briefly) as I'd hoped. I'm just going to post them as I finish. This is for [livejournal.com profile] pushdragon, who requested Eames' reaction to Cobb's betrayal. I'm guessing this is not exactly what you had in mind!

Summary: There are some people you don't mess around with.

Shock and Awe )
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...I had hoped to have actual fic for you, but that doesn't seem to be happening.

If you'd like a drabble, though, I'll take prompts. HP, Lymond, Highlander, Inception, Gossip Girl, Grey's Anatomy,30 Rock, and you're welcome to ask for something else if you think I've read/ seen it, but no promises there.

And hey, some cookies, because I have way too many office docs open.

A Season in Hell (Harry/ Draco, NC17) [aka Sport of Queens-verse aka H/D quidditch fic, now with fancy series title] )

Taking Point (Arthur, R) [aka the Arthur from Inception origin story] )

Swords and Sorcery (Methos/ McLeod, PG13) [aka the crackfic where Methos tries to incept Mac]  )

Untitled Lymond AU crack (Various, PG13) [aka the one where Francis Crawford is a rock star ex-con turned terrorist or something, aka if I write this I deserve to be shot.] )

It Came Upon a Midnight Clear (Cassius Malfoy, Abraxas Malfoy, Eileen Prince, Tobias Snape, R) [aka the Backstory-verse story I've been stuck on for, like, forever] )

So, please, request drabbles! Give me something I can finish!
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Summary: Everything starts somewhere.

Provenance )

Just for fun: Eddie Arning's works"It Was The Only Thing To Do After The Mule Died" and "Tricia Got Her Rose Garden" and Everald Brown's Ethiopian Apple
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Things that I have Googled in the last five days (partial list):

English prisons
Irish prisons
Irish Republican Army prisons
Glock 9 mil
Rohypnol side effects
kidney removal motel bathtub
Outsider art America
English earls title
Hello Kitty shotgun
American Primitive artist
Japanese women's names
counterfeiting

Guess which fandom I'm writing?
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Only one person can be blamed for this story, and that person is [livejournal.com profile] pushdragon.

Summary: Eames is a forger, not a lover. Pre-movie.

Eats, Shoots and Leaves )
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via [livejournal.com profile] olympia_m . Ask away.

I think it would be fun to talk about stories, but the usual memes are like, "What happens next?" "Tell me about Character A?" What isn't so much talking about stories as it is writing more of a story. But you know how sometimes you read something and you're like, "I got ___ out of this story, I wonder if that right?" or "What on earth was ____ supposed to be?" and it's too awkward to ask the author? Now you could totally ask!

I've heard people say that writing is hard because you have to make decisions, but we never really talk about the decisions we make with stories or why we make them. We talk about plot bunnies, but not about how we actually turn them into a story.

And it seems like a lot more fun to do that than to do working.

So, if you wanted, ask me questions! Anon commenting is (always) on, if you feel shy. Or ask your flist to ask you questions.

What were you trying to do [here]? Why did you decide to ____? This is what I thought about xyz, is that what you were going for? What made you write ____? And so on.
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Thank you! You have awesome taste in fiction!

I hate writing these letters, and I'm never sure if I'm being helpful or just obnoxious (but if my recipient doesn't write one, I totally panic.) So, generally speaking, I like gen and het and slash, character development and plot. I'm not a fan of PWPs or excessive sex scenes that don't fit with the story. BDSM makes me laugh and character deaths make me cry. I like angst and hurt/ comfort and happy endings. I love AUs, as long as the characters stay true. I once shot someone for misplacing an apostrophe. (Not really.)

My fandoms this year:

Patricia Briggs-- Alpha & Omega )

Karen Chance-- Dorina Basarab )

Sarah Smith-- The Vanished Child )

Jocelin Foxe-- The Wild Hunt )
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Summary: A school is nothing without its children.

Remix of "Rebuild What's Gone Unsteady" by Ailelie. Written for remix_duello.

Magic and Mortar )

Also, There's Got to Be a Morning After was remixed by Eustacia Vye here: On a New Path.

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