cherry menthol

original fiction. He chews cherry menthol gum, drinks Starbucks double espressos, and picks bagels apart with his fingers in morning tutorials. This may be why I fell in love with him. 2440 words.

notes. summer fiction, born of coffee, chewing gum and bagels and thinking about what i miss (and don't miss) about being a student. all reviews welcome! image from pale_septembre   



( He chews cherry menthol gum )

chocolate

original fiction. he folds his hands on the stainless steel, left over right, and she wonders why she’s surprised. 701 words.

notes. this is written from the second prompt given to me by thiefofcamorr: a character who has lost something, eats something and gains something.

( The chocolate powder dusted on top of the cappuccino has barely started to sink into the scummy layer of foam )

extract from "a different country"
word count: 1,246

notes: So, part of my NaNo makes it onto here. This is an extract, so I'll give it a bit of setting up: the previous evening, Jonny invited Emma, a girl he hasn't seen for seven years, over for dinner. Now it's the following day, and he's just found out she has a boyfriend.

(really, I just wanted an excuse to use my new Eva icon. However, you're getting an extract from A Different Country thrown in as well, so everybody's a winner.)

( He watched her go... )

Crunching Sandwiches

Fandom: Heroes
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the Heroes team.
Rating: K
Word Count: 1122
Characters/Pairings: Zach; hints at Claire/Zach
Summary: He has known since they were kids, playing in sandboxes, but he has loved her since the first lunch break of junior high.

Notes: I blame this entirely on BBC2 and their Heroes marathon last night. This is just a short piece about Zach's feelings for Claire, up to 1x09 Homecoming. I apologise for what lies beneath the cut!

Repetition

Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Black family & their history belong to JKR, I have merely taken liberties, as always.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1683
Characters/Pairings: Druella; Druella/Cygnus
Summary: How did Druella Black, the mother of the three Black sisters, cope with her own family's desires and expectations? A brief look at her life.

Author's Notes: I love how things spark. I wanted a fic featuring World War II bombers, so I landed here, with the Black sisters' mother, Druella. Another nice way of exploring other characters and their personalities through a host. And as with Tonks and Andromeda, one has to wonder about Druella, and how she brought up three such strong minded, individual girls.

The photographs which accompany the piece are from a Mischa Barton/Elle Magazine shoot. I believe she was trying to channel numerous screen sirens from cinema's golden age. What she did manage, in my eyes, is to look like different (yet related) people. So therefore, the Black sisters.

Enjoy!

 

Inheritance

Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Lavender belongs to JKR, but the situation is entirely mine
Rating: R (suicide, substance abuse, serious angst)
Word Count: 1005
Characters/Pairings: Lavender; hints at past Lavender/Ron
Summary: It flows in your very veins; it seeks to control and to sway; and eventually it overwhelms us all.

Author's Notes: after TeddyLupin! fic comes LavenderBrown! fic. I have a soft spot for Lav-Lav, I must admit. Anyway, this all stems from my journey north to Scotland this year. We drove past a house I've seen every year; it's more of a castle than a house, in a valley on our way north. I mentioned how nice it was; my mother said, 'Oh, I knew the boys who lived there. They were mad as anything. Their mother threw herself off the battlements." And from this comes bleak Lavender: the girl who seemed normal enough but had many, many problems at home; and then was bitten by Greyback and just slowly slipped away. Do enjoy... somehow!

no bridget jones
word count: 2,183

notes: So - original fiction. When you really get to see if I'm any good at weaving stories myself, rather than relying on the crutch of someone else's characters and situations. This piece is really based around what has happened to me, and to friends, in the year since we've left university and confronted the real world. It's about perceptions of the world, perceptions of relationships, about having a life you don't feel in charge of, that you don't belong to.

I've also included a piece of my own poetry, written after an interesting encounter I had; it all kind of ties in. Anyway, read, enjoy, comment. Thanks!


( She is no Bridget Jones. )

I needed a challenge to get me through the rest of the summer (well, a challenge beside resitting my law school exams). So I decided to join the 100_situations   fanfiction challenge.

Fandom: Harry Potter
Type of Fandom: Book
Character/Pairing/General Series:Andromeda (Black) Tonks
Table Prompt:Five

( the table... )
Well, it's another way of keeping myself occupied...

realisation

fandom: harry potter
disclaimer: i am not jk rowling. i do not own these characters. please do not sue me.
word count: 4081
pairing: lily evans/james potter
rating: pg-13
summary: what would you do if you had to work with the boy you were determined not to like? lily evans has to face up to some home truths just before the start of her seventh year.

notes: i've never written lily/james before. i never really intended to, either, because they don't have as much depth to them as some hp characters. or perhaps i mean mystery. also there are so many dire lily/james fics out there and i didn't want to join them. but this just popped into my head, and i had to write it. enjoy.


( the letter arrives a week before the start of term )

gin in teacups

fandom: harry potter
disclaimer: this time, it all belongs to jk, though i have taken liberties. i love taking liberties.
pairings: bellatrix/rodolphus, andromeda/future death eater(!), narcissa/lucius
rating: r
summary: they were the three parts of a whole, three utterly different young women who somehow seamlessly fitted together to create a single entity: the black sisters. those outside thought them interchangeable, as if one could be traded for another without anybody noticing. those on the inside knew them as three individual and distinct beings who swept everything and everyone they needed along with them, and left all else scattered at the wayside.

author's note: and so continues my obsession with the black girls. this baby, gin in teacups, has taken me ages to write - it's been done piece by piece over the last two months, perhaps longer. this is the most perfectionist i've ever been with a piece of fiction, and i hope you all like it - so please, read it, review it, and if you're very nice and taken with it, give me a comment. cheers!

( sitting on the lawn drinking gin from teacups )

Blackbird

fandom: harry potter
characters/pairing: andromeda/ted
word count: 2,306
rating: pg
summary: all her life, she was only waiting for this moment to arrive. And sometimes moments are brought by the least likely people.

note:i wrote this today, completely off a random kick of listening to the doves version of the beatles blackbird which has become a personal talisman of late. it's an andromeda/ted drabble & the lyrics are from blackbird.

( blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly )

I am back from Scotland; quelle excitement. I have approximately thirty hours left in the Home Counties before my next departure, this time for Berlin, for my cousin Charlotta's wedding. Let's face it, I'm going to Berlin to see Berlin, not to go to the wedding. Tomorrow I'm buying as much camera film as I can cram into my suitcase, including loads of slide film. I want to capture Berlin in full, glorious lomo colour.

Scotland was great fun. Entirely out of the blue, three of my cousins, who I've hardly seen for years, came up and joined us, and I spent three days in a remarkably chilled state, sitting on the riverbank listening to jazz and hip hop, and being taught how to spin poi balls properly. Well, I ended up watching most of the time, but it was still amusing. In the evenings there was more poi (until it got dark), then family suppers, and TV, tea and chat until we were too tired to keep our eyes open.

And I'm for some reason managing to write a rather good, highly original story involving hooped skirts, highwaymen, convents, a militia, high spirited ladies, pistols, silk gloves with dozens of pearl buttons, and of course true love. For a brief taster, see below. If you want more, then you must ask for it.



( the gentleman highwayman : an extract )



Oh, and O2 have disconnected my phone, the bastards. Never use them, if you are either in the UK, or coming to the UK. Never ever ever ever. They have been nothing but trouble since I switched from Pay As You Go to Pay Monthly, and tomorrow I'm going to my nearest O2 shop to give them hell.