Posted in Fan Fiction, The Mysterious Island on May 3rd, 2007 No Comments »
Gideon Spilett had never seen so beautiful a November. He still thought it peculiar, occasionally, that the months were backwards, and the trees put out their leaves and the flowers bloomed and their cultivated gardens began to grow up, when it was a time he expected the world to go all over frost. But stranger things have happened, he thought, standing on the elevator outside Granite House and feeling the sun.
Posted in Fan Fiction, The Mysterious Island on May 3rd, 2007 No Comments »
Harbert Brown was an orphan.
His parents had died when he was quite a young child. He remembered a tall, handsome sea captain with a red beard and a big, important way of talking, and he remembered the blue uniform with its brass buttons, which he’d loved to play with when he was five or six, [...]
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, 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.
Posted in Crossovers, Fan Fiction, Misc. Books, The Mysterious Island on Mar 5th, 2006 No Comments »
Mr. Spilett taught Harbert how to draw, and once he knew how he did it all the time. He likes drawing better than trying to describe things with words, because so often he can’t. Pictures make things look the way they are. He can’t tell Mr. Cyrus exactly what the snailshell he found this morning looks like, but he can show him a picture of it, and Mr. Cyrus smiles and tells him what it is.
Posted in Crossovers, Fan Fiction, The Mysterious Island, Westmark on Aug 30th, 2005 No Comments »
Harbert liked to explore. He has always liked to learn, always wanted to know more, but trapped in a boarding school in Boston, he’d been confined to books and lectures. He listened, he watched, but there wasn’t enough to hear and see. This changed after the Island — on the Island he had learned to explore.