Posted in Fan Fiction, Westmark on Jun 4th, 2007 No Comments »
Darkness.
She stood, staggering, and leaned herself against a rough wall; there was dirt dampness against her cheek, grimy and breathing cold. Her stomach ached and coiled with sickness. Somewhere off a bit someone was speaking, in a low, hurried voice.
“…I’d know her anywhere, Florian’s second in command. We fought together once, back during the war. [...]
Posted in Fan Fiction, Westmark on May 2nd, 2007 No Comments »
It was near midnight; Zara was falling asleep over Florian’s papers. There were always more, since he’d taken the consulship, piling up on the table. Especially there were letters: requests, threats, pleading; everything from people who wanted him to visit and have dinner with them to people who wanted him to lay his hands on [...]
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 Fan Fiction, Westmark on Feb 17th, 2007 No Comments »
It’s cold outside. No snow, but cold. The ground’s hard. Her insides are hard, too. Burnt into place and then frozen. She doesn’t move; she’s been sitting like this for hours, just looking out steadily into the darkness.
Stock is dead.
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.
Posted in Fan Fiction, Westmark on May 13th, 2006 No Comments »
Luther and Rina die together, but Justin forgets the old man and remembers his beautiful young girl. Theo can’t breathe enough to realise that either of them are gone, and Stock is dead. Zara is following Florian, and doesn’t know; neither of them knows.
Posted in Crossovers, Fan Fiction, Westmark on Mar 26th, 2006 No Comments »
His legs hurt; that made sense. His legs hurt at being chained, and his abdomen hurt — well, wouldn’t yours? — from the Bird. It didn’t have a name or a kind. It was the Bird. It killed him over and over again until killing was part of the daily routine.
Posted in Fan Fiction, Westmark on Mar 10th, 2006 No Comments »
She remembers her father holding her hand and leading her through the snow, and the way her red hair looked so red because the snow was still white and clean. She realised about then that when she walked through it she left a ragged path, and her boots ruined that way it was so smooth and soft and perfect. Maybe that was the first time she started to realise how many things were wrong with her.