Posted in 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, Crossovers, Fan Fiction, Misc. Films on Feb 11th, 2010 No Comments »
She finds that there is nothing unusual in his clothes. It was true that when she first put on his tunic and tied his sash around her waist, when she wound the long broad blue cloth of her turban around her cropped black hair, she had been afraid that she would weep. His clothes still [...]
Posted in Arthurian, Crossovers, Fan Fiction, Firefly on Oct 17th, 2007 No Comments »
Simon wipes his arm across his forehead and then his hands on his apron, and sighs; behind him River is watching. He knows she always does, when she can. He can hear her barefoot on the floor of the surgery, coming closer until she leans her chin on his shoulder and looks over him at the man on the table, the man whose blood will not stop leaking.
“Eww,” she says, and then, “Partial response. He wants to be screaming, but he’s not.”
Posted in Crossovers, Fan Fiction, Les Misérables, Misc. Books, Poems on May 3rd, 2007 No Comments »
well boss
i have been in paris for two weeks now
Posted in 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, Arthurian, Crossovers, Fan Fiction on Apr 21st, 2007 No Comments »
For a little moment they looked at one another without trust, and then Mordred came forward, wading in until he reached the man. The selkies moved about as though they’d flee, but they stayed; the man spoke to them in a soft, strange language, and they stayed.
Posted in Arthurian, Crossovers, Fan Fiction, Westmark on Mar 29th, 2007 No Comments »
The wise man came to the forest when Percy was just eight years old. He was old, his hair was grey, his clothes were faded and torn, and he was terribly wounded in his side; Percy found him sitting beneath a tree while he looking for acorns. He’d never seen a man before in his life, and he gazed at this one in surprise, not knowing what he was.
Posted in Crossovers, Fan Fiction, Moby-Dick, Pirates of the Caribbean 2 on Mar 11th, 2007 No Comments »
“New man.”
That was how Bootstrap first met the cannibal. They were all lined up on the deck, watching Davy collecting souls, until he got to the end of the line, looked at the fellow there, and without even asking, pulled him to his feet with the big long octopus arm.
Posted in 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, Crossovers, Fan Fiction, The Mysterious Island on Sep 13th, 2006 No Comments »
“What was it like?”
The question settles in the old man’s rooms in the back of the museum, much like dust — there’s a good deal of dust. Although the old man is meticulous and precise with his books and artefacts, keeping them neatly organised and in fine condition, he doesn’t worry much about the rest of the room. The question settles in with the dust, and the boy keeps still, waiting for an answer.
Posted in Crossovers, Fan Fiction, Fly By Night, Westmark on Aug 28th, 2006 No Comments »
They had not really killed him. The first musket-ball had struck his shoulder, the second found a place in his side where it made him ache as he had not since the church had collapsed upon his father.
Posted in Arthurian, Crossovers, Fan Fiction, Westmark on Aug 9th, 2006 No Comments »
“Damn nuisance,” she snapped, tossing her head as she touched her fingertips to the frying pan down on the hot coals, keeping her skirts away as she leaned close to test it.
He laughed.
Posted in Crossovers, Fan Fiction, The Mysterious Island, Westmark on Jul 24th, 2006 No Comments »
He coloured his prints by hand, with the dyes, screens, tissues, using F. E. Ives’ method according to the latest scientific journals in Edinburgh, taking hours to get it the way his notes and the picture in his head said it should be.