Any fic requests? I think my brain deserves a break tomorrow.
You can look under /fanfiction or /my_fanfiction to see if you even want to bother.
So yeah anyone want any mini fics?
You can look under /fanfiction or /my_fanfiction to see if you even want to bother.
So yeah anyone want any mini fics?
The heat was searing, the air thick with ash and soot and screams. His body whirled through the long strings of rusted chains, a body of light in the midst of darkness.
sonicscribblings asked you:re: mini!fic/poetry: hrm… Dean (and Sam?) trying to explain to Cas the finer points of roadside eatery dining (because I am still so amused by “Coffee Break” XD)
Sam shifted on the barstool, grimacing. “You calling him?” he said, poking his mostly wilted salad around with his fork.
“Dude, don’t pick at your food, you’re not seven anymore,” Dean shot back, pacing a little as he held his cellphone to his ear. “And yeah, I- Cas? Hey, buddy, we need you to get your ass over to- What? No, don’t do that, of course she was freaked out, you can’t just tell someone that their grandmother is resting peacefully, people don’t say things like that to people they don’t know…”
“I’ve been expecting you,” came a voice from behind the high-backed chair.
Sebastian Moran stopped in the doorway, his heavy coat only half off.
because i am doing my UES final.
“Here,” Dean said, setting down the coffee cup. Cas looked at it.
“It’s coffee,” Dean said, raising his eyebrows. “You ordered it. You’re supposed to drink it…?”
“I know what it is,” Cas said sharply. “I’m intelligent. I just—”
The Great Hall had been lit with hundreds of floating candles, the soft glow illuminating the attentive faces of the students. An orderly group of young witches and wizards from all the houses were standing in front of them all, forming a half-circle. A Slytherin was standing in between two Gryffindors, and a Ravenclaw was slightly pressing her arm against a Hufflepuff’s side. House didn’t matter here. All that mattered was the music.
Professor Flitwick raised his baton. The choir took a deep breath.
Please don’t judge me.
The Doctor was taken aback in shock and fear as laughter enveloped him, sparks flying everywhere.
Suddenly, he recognized the deranged cackling.
No, he thought, it couldn’t be, that’s not possible.
Perched above him, beading down with a hell-bent, sleep-deprived gaze, was the Master.
“Miss me?”
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What happens next? Submit your short segment before midnight EST tomorrow! :) Best one gets published!
Anyone interested?
And maybe it’d be also a challenge of some sort. Like the best submission is the next chapter. Hmm. That could work?
The Boy Who Lived Forever | Time Magazine
THIS! Can I reblog it over and over again?
(via trappedinamatchbox)
Once Upon a Time of Death’s unpublished next chapter
I am too proud of myself.
A parallel to “Fairytale”
He could still feel her in his arms.
Rory turned over in the bed that he shared with his wife, the tiny lights on the ceiling softly illuminating her face. She had finally fallen asleep, her cheeks streaked with dry tears. He softly stroked her cheek, careful to not wake her, then yawned and turned onto his back.
The room was full of sunlight. Amy Pond sat cross-legged on a well-worn blue rug, her long red hair tied back in a ponytail, her face soft and calm as she smiled.
