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Fic: "Wolfsblood," Man from UNCLE
Oct. 6th, 2009 11:50 pm"Wolf's Blood," the Misfits
( It's pumping like it's fucking in my veins/and I feel my vertebrae shaking )
( It's pumping like it's fucking in my veins/and I feel my vertebrae shaking )
Earth Drabble: Golem
Oct. 6th, 2009 11:45 pmThe inside of the Prague compound smells of dead earth and old paper, musty and choking. They smash the carefully sculpted arms and legs and torsos they find in the laboratory, showering the floor with clay. Illya rifles through sheets of crabbed Hebrew he knows are not innocuous as code.
They find Professor Bergl’s severed head in a corner in the laboratory, mouth open in shock, three Hebrew characters--aleph mem tav--carved into the temple. There’s a trail of dry red splashes leading to the smashed door, but it’s impossible to tell by now if they’re clay or blood.
They find Professor Bergl’s severed head in a corner in the laboratory, mouth open in shock, three Hebrew characters--aleph mem tav--carved into the temple. There’s a trail of dry red splashes leading to the smashed door, but it’s impossible to tell by now if they’re clay or blood.
Water Drabble: Rusalka
Jun. 27th, 2009 09:42 pmIllya was seven, and he feared the rusalka in the pond. He saw her blonde hair waving like seaweed, her eyes warm as sky, decoys for the rotting monster he knew lay beneath. He knew she stretched out her long white arms not to hold him, but to drag motherless boys down into the cold.
Through Moscow, Oxford, Paris, New York, he thinks he has left her behind. But he sees her treacherous eyes and strangling arms in the woman his best friend swears is an angel, like her name. Napoleon has no fear, and Illya knows he will drown.
Through Moscow, Oxford, Paris, New York, he thinks he has left her behind. But he sees her treacherous eyes and strangling arms in the woman his best friend swears is an angel, like her name. Napoleon has no fear, and Illya knows he will drown.
I wrote this for a "Guess the Author" challenge. The first person guessed it was me because of the spookiness and mythological background, which was impressive because at that point I hadn't written anything else for that fandom except for that "Cigarettes" drabble. My Livejournal tells too many tales for games like these, apparently.
( The Pomegranate Affair )
( The Pomegranate Affair )
Fic: "Blue Jay," Askewniverse [1/2], age 17
May. 2nd, 2009 03:57 amI happen to like retelling fairytales. When I was a little kid, I'd read books of fairytales and tell "modern" versions of them to my mom at night if she couldn't think of a story or if I wasn't patient enough for a chapter book. I would also tell her my modernized fairytales in the car when we were running errands. I am sure she got very sick of this after a while. This was the first time I realized that with fanfic, I had a new and receptive audience for this.
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