Happy International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Wretch Day!

Yes, it is a real holiday and no, I am not making this up. I forgot about it, though, which means I need to scramble so I can post some sort of fiction for you-all to read, 'cause that's how this holiday goes.

What are people in the mood for?


In possibly related and possibly unrelated news, I gave in and wrote the first scene of An Aspiring Tyrant's Cookbook this morning. It needs to be scrapped and reworked before its sheer badness depresses me, but it's moving in the direction I want it and it's wordcount, so it still kinda counts as a win.

I fail at technopeasantry.

More written on Enterrado but no more typed. And I checked my hard drive - I have long since posted every scrap of coherent fiction, either here or on my old LJ on previous Technopeasant days. It feels like cheating to recycle.

..I could always post old fanfic, I suppose.

A Wretch Indeed.

My fanfiction. At least, that which is minimally presentable. If anyone can remember something else I've written that deserves (deserved?) posting, let me know, and I'll consider it.

...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.