Alas, I have no new original fiction to share with you. Somebody really needs to remind me of this holiday about a month in advance so I remember to write you something suitable. I will, however, give you a meme full of fictions: the AO3 Hit Count Meme.
1. ANY OTHER KEY. 57 Hits, 0 Kudos, 3 Comments, 1 Bookmark. Haruhi Suzumiya series fanfic, unfinished AU of The Disappearance of Haruhi Suzumiya. It's my newest story, unfinished, in a small fandom. It requires canon familiarity. Makes sense that it has gotten very little attention.
I was beginning to see stars. Orihime! Hikoboshi! If it were time to send you another wish, I would surely do so now! As it is altogether the wrong season, instead, please remember me kindly!
2. Knight of the Star. 559 Hits, 6 Kudos, 6 Comments, 3 Bookmarks. Arthurian Legend -- a novella-length retelling of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, done for Yuletide 2010. I'm very proud of this story, but given its length, I'm surprised how often it's been read.
There is no great adventure in speaking to a nun,” Agravaine said shortly.
3. Sir Dinadan's Tale. 68 Hits, 4 Kudos, 2 Comments. A short, stand-alone sequel to Knight of the Star, featuring an altogether different knight. Fairly new, not posted for any kind of challenge, focused on an obscure character... I didn't expect this one to get a lot of attention, but it has a dark sense of humor, a riddling contest, and subtextual homosexuality. I really like it.
I asked the boy what I might call him, and he said that his name he guarded, but that I might call him Starling Eater, and his brothers Magpie Eater and Raven Eater. I told him that might be so, but by the end of the evening one or the other of us would be eating crow. He nodded, ever solemn, and said that might well be true, but the other would be feeding crows, which stole away some small measure of my joy.
4. The Language of Birds. 181 Hits, 19 Kudos, 7 Comments, 1 Bookmark. Arthurian Legend, Lancelot/Sagramore slash, for Yuletide 2011. Only the second time I've written explicit gay sex in a story (the first is also on this list). I like the conceit and the character in this story, and it's very loosely another tale in The Knight of the Star, although it doesn't need to be. I'd like to go back and fiddle with this one when I have more time, though. I procrastinated and rushed this once, and there are things I could edit.
“I pray you,” Gawain said, mild, cautious, earnest. “Forbear from this game, Sagramore, or choose you your prey more wisely.”
“Prithee, Gawain,” Sagramore responded with great cheer, “educate me: have I instructed your hunting and dictated in which manner and season you should chase hart, or fox, or boar? Or maidens, for that matter, when you are so inclined?”
5. Untitled. Hits: 93. Kudos: 1. Dragaera fanfiction, for a long-ago fic challenge. How Noish-pa got his familiar. If it were not for the fact that this story was written for someone else, I wouldn't have posted it. Save for one stolen line of dialogue, I'm really not fond of this piece.
"Old man! I grow tired of waiting!""Have patience, my friend," he called. "Perhaps waiting has not yet tired of you."
6. Unsorted. Hits: 85. Kudos: 1. Ultimate Spider-Man fic, centered around Gwen Stacy. Written for a fic challenge but originally posted elsewhere, so no wonder it's gotten so little attention. Honestly, though. I love this one. Pure character study, really, but I connect with it.
She writes down all the song lyrics that make her soar because there are truths and passions that someone out there, at least, understands, and there are other people who get angry about all the crap in the world, and there are singers who can make her cry just by talking about it. She has a little book of truths just full of all these quotes and lyrics, all without context, and it’s her goal to say things like this to people, to make them think and find meaning.
7. ...And Silver Fountains Mud. Hits: 165. Kudos: 1. Mortal Instruments fic, centered around Alec and Jace, with a little Young Wizards shoutout because I could. Written for Yuletide 2008. Kind of hit or miss, really.
"Don't be ridiculous, Alec," he said. "It can't be a dragon. Dragons are extinct."
8. The Hands-On Approach. Hits: 75. Kudos: 1. Bookmarks: 1. Full Metal Alchemist. Why Hughes uses knives. I'm very fond of this piece. It was for a fic challenge back before there was an AO3, so who knows how many hits it had over its lifespan.
"Each blade struck a vital area, incapacitating or killing the enemy," Hawkeye said, crisply, with a cadet's precision and blank expression. "But the draw time for the knives presents a crucial delay. For every two knives you throw, you could fire five shots. Your aim with a gun is good enough that you would be more efficient with it. Why choose the knives, sir?"
Hughes frowned, then made a noise of realization. "There's an office betting pool now, eh?"
9. Non Omnis Moriar. 134 Hits, 1 Comment, 3 Kudos. 4 Comments on the old archive, too. Mina Harker after Dracula. Written for Yuletide 2006. Many more comments back on the old Yuletide site. I always call this my most underappreciated piece, however.
I will not sleep until the dawn comes again, if then, because I am certain that I will not feel safe until then.
God help me, I may never sleep easily again.
10. There's No Rainbow Bridge Across the Generation Gap. 280 Hits, 6 Kudos, 3 Bookmarks. 37 Comments, but all on the old site. Norse Mythology, Yuletide 2007. Loki discovers starting Ragnarok isn't as simple as he expected. I have never had as much fun writing a piece as I had writing this one. And it was very, very well received, for which I'm grateful.
Jormungandr reared his head. The arched coil of his neck rose twenty feet above the water, his vast shadow falling across Loki's face, his eyes wide, red, and dancing with light.
"Hi, Dad," he said, sounding a little embarrassed. "Um. It's been awhile."11. Delirium. Hits: 136. Kudos: 2. Comments: 6 (old site). Roland/Eddie slash, for Yuletide 2003. I guess the gay sex isn't quite explicit, but believe me, at age 19 I was quite shocked and proud of myself for writing this. It still holds up pretty well, too.
"Have you ever heard of Stockholm syndrome, Roland old buddy?" he asked, rhetorically.
12. The True Death of Frank Gardiner. Hits: 1072. Kudos: 4. Bookmarks: 13. Comments: 20. A Lovecraftian story written for Yuletide 2009. A Filipino pearl diver is forced to explore a shipwreck. This has literally been read more than all my other stories on the site put together. This is, in part, because I did a good job with it, but it's also because hradzka linked to it. Which kind of makes it foundational to my writing career (such as it is) in a couple of ways I hadn't considered.
I have seen things under the water that no laughing sailor's tale, no matter how gruesome or exaggerated, could ever fathom. And the most fearful thing I have ever seen is the death of Frank Gardiner.
So. That's that. If you read any of 'em, let me know what you think!
If you're familiar with the movie or the book, you should recognize the beginning -- the point of divergence -- as the scene late in the movie when everyone has been re-assembled in the clubroom, and Kyon is staring at the computer.
( Spoilers )
So, here's the Introduction and Chapter One of the story. I can't decide whether it should be in past or present tense, or if I ought to post it anywhere else. Tell me what you think.
( Any Other Key -- 1296 words )
My grasp of astrophysics and theoretical physics is very weak. So I am not at all sure that I am describing these concepts correctly, and I am certainly not sure if my attempt to give a practical, Bill-Nye-ish explanation to young readers is at all comprehensible.
So if you are an astronomy or physics nerd, and this sort of thing interests you, please, read what i've got here and
( Fact-check me, Amadeus: )
Let me know if you like it, and if you have any ideas about a title for it?
“Let me Tell you what Ralle the Sioux Control once told me.
He said the dead had souls, but when I asked him
How could that be -- I thought the dead were souls,
He broke my trance. Don't that make you suspicious
That there's something the dead are keeping back?
Yes, there's something the dead are keeping back.”
-- 'The Witch of the Coos' by Robert Frost
( 586 words )
Anyway, here it is:
( A Lightning Tour of Damascus, Part I )
The debris of memories and connections is strewn across the room. The only thing that isn't there is the cell phone, an initial casualty, flung out the window. This is a fifth-story apartment, and the kitchen window looks out over an alleyway. The phone is gone.
The next victim was the photo album. It is perhaps five years old, and the first several pages in it have been torn out, violently, which is not a simple feat. The transparent foil, or whatever it is that covers each page, is not supposed to rip, but it has, stretched well beyond the breaking point. Out from behind it, many photos have fallen, among them several cutesy sequences of pictures, those strips of quadruplicate shots taken behind the curtains in those little automatic booths.
Most of the second half of the photo album is empty; which only made things worse.
There's a mix CD snapped in half, and there are scuff marks on the walls from someone's shoes. There's a broken vase on the table leaking water while the flowers inside shake their heads in the breeze coming in that open window.
In the bedroom all the dresser drawers are hanging open- the white dresser with flowers, not the unwieldy walnut-stain bureau. Clothes have been flung all about the place. The carpet in the closet is uncrimping from where a suitcase sat neglected for a very long time.
The suitcase, messily stuffed, sits out by the front door, which has more scuff marks on and around it.
Back in the bedrooms, one of the pillowcases is wet with tear-stains, and the covers stir, pulled tighter into a cocoon. The bedroom lights get turned off. A minute later, the kitchen window is closed, a cigarette butt flicked out it just beforehand.
The closet by the bathroom has its door slid open, gently, and it stays that way for a long time, until a decision is made about what it will take to clean this up.
McSweeney's Writing Prompts
1. Write a scene showing a man and a woman arguing over the man's friendship with a former girlfriend. Do not mention the girlfriend, the man, the woman, or the argument.
There's No Rainbow Bridge Across The Generation Gap is the story of the Norse god Loki waking up in the present day and dealing with culture shock as he choreographs Ragnarok. It's also the most commented-on piece I have ever written, and was more sheer fun to write than almost anything I've ever done (The Hands-On Approach was just barely more enjoyable). I used to sulk that it got so much more attention than Non Omnis Moriar, which I think is technically the better piece, and more representative of the kind of thing I usually write, but... eh. Honestly I'm just glad of the attention!
So, there you go, LJ!
As always, giving me feedback of any kind, and especially concrit, (on anything I've written), will earn you my undying love and gratitude. I'm easy to please; tell me what you think!!
...And Silver Fountains Mud. Fanfic for City of Bones by Cassandra Clare. Not quite slash.
Delirium. Fanfic of Stephen King's Dark Tower series. Eddie/Roland, minorly explicit.
Non Omnis Moriar. Dracula fanfic about Mina Harker. Possibly my personal favorite piece, of everything I have ever written, and nobody ever gives it feedback. :-((
The Hands-On Approach. Full Metal Alchemist fanfic, Hughes-centric. Gen.
ETA: All right, this is all my *completed* short fanfic. Longer work and unfinished projects don't count.
We're not going to talk about how many things qualify under that category.
( Chapter Two )
( Enterrado )
( Part I: When Neminth Met Shisya )
( Part II: The pen is mightier... )
( Mirror, mirror on the wall (unposted before this; might actually occur in between part I & part II) )
I recognize that cuts off rather unsatisfactorily, but well, tough. I'm unsatisfied too, and would very dearly like to know what happens next.