A/N: Exactly as the title suggests, this is the unfinished prototype that would later become Cliche. 😀 Looking at it a good four or five years later, I'm actually grudgingly impressed. Virginia West even had a typewriter before I separated her into Jen and Ryan. I don't think I even reread this before I set … Continue reading Proto-Cliche: “The Unfinished Work”
I could not recognize the queer visage, with its malevolent, red-rimmed eyes and purplish, hollow features. A nest of auburn hair covered the scalp, extending in tangled tangents. Twisted teeth formed an evil grin, and it too held a burning candle to its face.
I'm a good kid. That's what everyone says. And it's what everyone expects, too. "Deanna, be a good girl and..." "Mrs. Montgomery, what did you do to deserve such a darling little angel of a daughter?" "Mr. Montgomery, you should be proud of your daughters. They'll go far." Daughters. Plural. With an S. Did I mention I, Deanna Montgomery, have a sister? Her name's Lorraine and though we look identical on the outside, we couldn't be more different on the inside. We could be similar. We used to be. But sometimes, it's almost like she's actually trying to be my opposite on purpose. I guess she thinks I'm supposed to be the good one too.
This is a flash fiction I wrote a few weeks ago, in a sudden burst of inspiration. This is a scene from a much bigger, discombobulated storyline that I have no plans of formally developing anytime soon. The characters have backstories, names, personalities, but I think a touch of ambiguity helps to make this ficlet … Continue reading “Long Lost” – flash fiction
The other day, I decided to freewrite something. The end product is a short piece that I suppose could be a prologue to a much longer sci-fi fantasy story. I don't know how far I'd be able to take this one, since I'm not particularly good at fantasy stories. I'm calling this one "Premonition," about … Continue reading Story scrap: “Premonition”
I mentioned earlier that a Figment user has been sharing her daily writing prompts with us. Today, I was inspired to write a short piece based on her latest prompt: Put two people who hate each other in an elevator for 12 hours. What happens? Naturally, it had to be about Cece and Jack. 😉 … Continue reading “Stuck in an Elevator”
This is a short Sherlock fanfic/flash-fiction piece I never got around to fleshing out. As noted, I have seen no more than two episodes of BBC's Sherlock, and I don't wish to see any more. Despite this, I do enjoy putting Sherly and John in situations that would most likely be deemed "boring" by the … Continue reading “Day Care”
The title is pretty self-explanatory. SpiderHobbit (by Allison Rose) Pippin stared out over the edge of the building and gulped audibly. You can do it, Pip! he could hear his best friend, Merry Brandybuck, whispering encouragingly in his head. But he could also hear Gandalf saying, You're a fool, Peregrine Took, which didn't really help … Continue reading “SpiderHobbit”
On a whim, I wrote this the day after the BBC aired this year's Doctor Who Xmas special. I've never seen or read The Life of Pi, but from what I'd seen of the Academy Awards a few years back, I had a feeling I knew exactly how the story's protagonist felt when he discovered … Continue reading “The Life of Who” (Flash Fiction)
Written for my dear online friend, Celestine Foreman. We sometimes wonder if she's really Susan Foreman, Doctor Who's granddaughter, fob-watched. Student Driver (by Allison in the TARDIS) Professor River Song watched as her granddaughter - er, step granddaughter - moved her hands through the jumble of controls in the TARDIS's dashboard. Sweetie had taught her all … Continue reading “Student Driver” (Flash Fiction)