Kate's Fanfiction

Kitty's proposal (Geogette Heyer)

The eyes peering piercingly out from the darkness were directed on the magnificent figure who’d just thrown open the door; The Earl of Stafford was still in his evening dress with the main feature being the stunning light blue coat that set off his raven locks and sparkling blue eyes, giving him a singularly icy look and although certainly no longer in his youth, he lived up to his name as a “handsome devil”. His cool gaze met the challenging ones staring back at him.

 “My dear Kitty.” He purred while coming towards her with a candle and clothes in his hand. “You can give me that devilish look all you like but such a frown doesn’t look at all becoming on such a lovely face.”

 He placed the clothes on a table nearby and proceeded to light a few more candles. 

The lady to whom his Lordship’s comment was directed was none other than the famous beauty Lady Katherine Merrivale  who chose to ignore him completely and focus on trying to take in her surroundings now that there was enough light to see properly. There really wasn’t much to see, but from what she could gather she must in the cellar of some large house.

 “Oh I know.” She thought to herself. “We must have come to his Lordship’s country estate. Good Lord! That means I’m in Staffordshire! But the last I remember I was at Lady Cavendish’s Ball.. oh! And then I was lured quite forcibly by my Lord Nettlecombe to take a walk around the gardens – Lud, I almost thought he was going to propose to me again! – then something happened...” her ruminations stopped abruptly and she coloured as she realised she was being scrutinised .

"I suppose you’ve figured out where you are then my dear Angel?” He drawled.

 She just sat there, as she was tied to the chair, and stuck her chin in the air, returning no answer. She hated it when he called her that.

 He smirked and carried on, “Well that is what Nettlecombe insists you are. By gad, I haven’t the slightest idea how he can still say so after you refused his offer, and so publicly that he was incredibly embarrassed on top of being broken hearted! Poor chap. But alas! I won’t bore you with anymore talk. You wish me to go to the devil no doubt.”

 This was enough to set her off - “Yes, to hell with you Stafford!” Then she struggled against the rope binding her hands together. “For goodness sakes take these ridiculous things off me!” She cried. Then in a more sarcastic tone said, “ You’re not scared of a little woman now, are you my Lord?” 

He couldn’t help smiling sardonically  at this, but refrained from answering her and instead said rather apologetically, “I am sorry you were tied up. A precaution my lord Nettlecombe must have thought necessary. But before I can free you I’ll have you promise to change into these clothes I brought for you.” Her eyes laid on the items he was pointing to. “Pray, they are men’s clothes!” She snorted.

 “Yes good observation my dear. You see, it would be most indecent to bring you along with no chaperon or maid and I don’t wish my servants to get wind of it, so there’s no other option than having you disguised as my valet.” 

Her eyes almost popped out of her head at that. She managed to stammer, “y-you’re va-valet?” “Yes, well you do insist on crossing swords with me little angel. So it is quite what you deserve.” He pinched her flaming cheeks and carried on mockingly, “it will be positively amusing for me and you can’t tell me you're not up for a little adventure. Can you?”

 She just pouted, her eyes seething and replied curtly, “Very well. I gather you’re not going to stand there while I dress!” Taking the hint his lordship untied the rope, took a candle and with one last look at her, shut the huge creaking door behind him.

His lordship’s servants were used to his eccentric ways and were somewhat in awe of him, so not one battered an eyelid when he asked for his greys to be put-to so close to midnight and only a few noticed that there was something odd about his valet.

Inside the carriage no one spoke for what seemed to be an age. Lord Nettlecombe kept looking anxiously at Kitty, an idol to be worshipped in his eyes and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt that he had even agreed upon such a venture and that, as heartbroken as he was when she refused him for the second time, he would rather die than see her unhappy. He leaned over and whispered with a concerned face to Kitty, “Are you sure you are comfortable my Lady? I’m positive there’s no need to ride at this hell-for- leather pace.” Kitty just eyed him disgustedly, and when he glanced at Stafford, to his surprised that gentleman seemed to be half asleep. So he gave in and tried to get some rest himself.

When the jolting finally came to an end Kitty woke up rather startled, her mind still whirling with the whole adventure and not quite sure what her part was to be. She did have a suspicion that maybe Lord Nettlecombe wanted to teach her a lesson and that Stafford must have come up with the idea of kidnapping her – but what for? Where were they heading to? Surely not Gretna Green!
 With this shocked expression she blindly starred after Stafford and woodenly followed him into the Inn. The Innkeeper new a member of the Quality when he saw one and didn’t give the least hint that he thought it a little odd to be travelling so late. He procured two of his best rooms and a private parlour at the Earl of Stafford’s request. 
Stafford straight away took Kitty up to bed. When there, she pounced on the opportunity to ask him all the questions that were running wildly through her brain, “Oh Stafford, pray tell me where we are? Where are we going? Good Lord, what can my aunt possibly be thinking? Dear me, she’s most likely suffering from a fit of the vapours by now.” She gave a little chuckle. “Poor woman having to deal with such a charge as me! They must all be wondering where I am though. I have to write back home this instant!”
 Stafford cleared his throat deprecatingly, “ I’m sorry to interrupt my dear, but I do think I have a couple of answers for you. To begin with you are now in Rochdale, and yes we were going to be on the way to Gretna Green ,though as I thought, that ninny-hammer  Lord Nettlecombe hasn’t got the guts to go through with it. As for you so lovely family, I’ve already sent them a letter, quite a while ago in fact.”
 He stopped to look her full in the eyes, with a kind of tenderness in his. “I told them you were safe and in good care, and also I asked if I could offer for you.” He brought her hand to his lips to kiss. Kitty felt a blush creeping up. “Oh Francis, how could you? I’d make a terrible wife! And we are forever coming to cuffs about one thing or another!” He replied quite matter of fact, “ Well in all honesty I don’t know what I’d if I didn’t have you challenge me all the time.” Then added with a huge grin on his face, “My dear Angel!” She let out a laugh and jumped into his outspread arms.

Fin

Melba's fanfiction

Grey's Anatomy

5 years after Izzie's successful surgery...

Alex was looking at this empty lounge with a feeling that nobody would ever want to feel. She was not coming back, she was gone.

"You should have a break. Come on Alex..." said Meredith with a quiet but shaking voice.

Alex couldn't hear anything, he was in his "world" determined to finish filling the huge amount of unfolded boxes leaning against the wall.

His heart was dancing to a really slow beat, his eyes were red and looked tired, he couldn't really feel anything apart from this terrible ache in the chest. It wasn't physical. It was worse.

"You have to stop doing this Alex! You have to rest." Meredith was worried for him. She was devastated by what happened too but she had to be there for her friend, he needed her.

Alex was in a limbo kind of state of mind, "I.. I.. I have to finish packing ok?".

Meredith put her hand on his shoulder, he then slowly looked at her with despair in his eyes, "She's gone..." he shook his head, "Gone... God I can't believe it... She was my everything and.. she's gone."

- "Life's gonna get better in time Alex, Izzie wouldn't want you to feel this way for the rest of your life"

- "The rest of my life?!" Alex interrupted with tears running down his face "I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with her! And how would she want me to feel?! Good?!... Happy?! These words don't exist anymore Meredith... I just can't do it without her."

Meredith took him in her arms "You're gonna be alright, I promise. You're gonna live this life the way Izzie would have wanted you to. You're gonna keep faith and make her and this little guy proud. You hear me?"

"But what exactly am I supposed to do right now? I don't think there's any manual teaching you how to cope, is there? Huh... I remember where I was 5 years ago. I was on the top of the world! Feeling greater than ever! Thinking that life was giving us a second chance... Damn! I felt good... But when you expect it less she decides it's time to suffer again. She takes everything back and leaves you there, with nothing to hang on to..."

Meredith felt a heavy weight on her shoulders, how was she supposed to comfort him after what he just said. He was right, life took a part of him away. He lost the love of his life how worse could it get? She imagined herself in Alex's situation. She stopped breathing for a second, she couldn't even bear the idea of losing Derek. She took a deep breath.

- "Alex you're right. Life can be so unpredictible. Anything can happen at any time. We work in a hospital where life is so fragile, where people come thinking that their father, brother or wife is doing ok where as life has already decided otherwise. You named it Alex, that's life... She chose to take Izzie away but life for you must go on! You're not alone."

Alex took his head in his hands as if it was too hard to hear "Everything seems so far away from me, everything's out of reach right now!"

Meredith stopped him "You have us... you have HIM! It is time to think about your future. He needs you more than anything in the world Alex" she was pointing at the kitchen.

A little cry came out of the kitchen. There, was a green stroller next to the only chair remaining in the kitchen. Alex approached it with tears in his eyes but a little tender smile on his face. He took his son in his arms, he was so small and warm. Alex could feel his little heart beating against his fingers that looked really big next to that wee little body.

- "He's your hope and future." said Meredith with a hopeful voice, "Now it's you and him against the world."

Alex put his left hand into the baby bag full of nappies reaching for his phone, he unlocked it, turned the volume at its highest then pressed "Menu" - "My files" - "Music", he scrolled down, stopped at "L'Hymne à l'Amour" and played it. He then put the phone on the chair and started to dance really slowly with his son in his arms, he couldn't take his eyes off of him.

Le ciel bleu sur nous peut s’effondrer
Et la terre peut bien s’écrouler
Peu m’importe si tu m’aimes
Je me fous du monde entier
Tant qu’l’amour inond’ra mes matins
Tant que mon corps frémira sous tes mains
Peu m’importent les problèmes
Mon amour puisque tu m’aimes
~~~
Si un jour la vie t’arrache à moi
Si tu meurs que tu sois loin de moi
Peu m’importe si tu m’aimes
Car moi je mourrai aussi
Nous aurons pour nous l’éternité
Dans le bleu de toute l’immensité
Dans le ciel plus de problèmes
Mon amour crois-tu qu’on s’aime
Dieu réunit ceux qui s’aiment

It was their wedding song. He felt the song and its lyrics like never before.

"Your mummy ab-so-lu-tely loved it" said Alex. He turned to Meredith who was watching the scene from the lounge and smiled at her, "He's my hope".

He then whispered "God reunites those who love each other".

Andy's 10 Fanfic

Chuck

Good company

This short piece of fan fiction is written about the hit drama/comedy series Chuck. It takes us into the future where Chuck is regretful of the path he eventually follows. The story was written in the third person with a mellow tone. Piece by piece the reader unravels what has happened to the always beloved Chuck. It really plays on the characters vulnerable side to appeal to the reader. The dialog near the end spliced the flow of the story and used cliche lines such as, "you have gentle eyes." It is a sufficient length for the storyline and not overly descriptive. It was overall good but it left me feeling sad for what Chuck ultimately has to face, Which is a change to the normal feel good ending.

Firefly

Bait

This is a cleverly written story of the rivalry between Inara and Saffron. The author begins by alternating between the characters’ thoughts each paragraph. This gives the reader a deeper understanding of each character and a greater incite into their perspective. When the characters enter into the same room, the writing changes from thought to dialog and begins to mix into the paragraphs. The grammar in this fanfiction was great, the author has obviously written before; I wanted to keep reading to discover what was going to happened next!

Taken

Treasure

This is unlike any fanfic I have read; it takes two important scenes near the end of the movie and puts it into a first person POV of the Farther. It sounds like a simple fan fiction writing strategy, but this author did a fantastic job at it. It absolutely captured the anguish, anxiety and other emotions of the film using descriptive writing and the examination of characters’ thoughts. This makes the reader feel closer to, and more entwined with the plot line; it’s almost like watching the real thing. There was some definite research done before writing this – the dialog and the descriptions used align correctly with the movie making it an excellent piece and worth the read.

 

Knight And Day

All Day, Every Day

This piece has a rather gloomy outcome for the comedy couple in this movie. June is heading to her death because she feels guilty about being the cause of Roy’s death. The shortness of this fanfic inhibits its ability to get the reader to connect with the characters. The author did set the atmosphere quite well for the first half but it seemed like they gave up and just wanted to finish as readers near the end. It begins with a nice flow where ideas make sense, but then it shifts and I found it jumping around leaving the reader confused as to what was happening and why.

Green Hornet
Who Wears The Pants In This Relationship?
 

I found the argument that this fan fiction revolves around rather pointless and not well thought out, its about a comment that Kato makes about Brit stating he “is my woman.” If the argument between them was not so petty the story would fall together better. The author did show a good understanding of the dynamic duo relationship with harmless bantering just like in the move. The descriptions are quite vague with lines like, “Kato wanted to drag him back in and give him some black and blue bruises with his super fighting skills.” It would have been more engaging if the author described lines such as these with more detail. It was a well written piece but it could have been a lot better with a little more detail and thought.

Samurai Jack/Snow Crash

The Code Worrier

This fan fiction opens with Jack having gone into the future and ending up in the world of Snow Crash. Meeting several of the books characters, they set out on a mission to start a revaluation against Haku. The idea of joining these two story lines is ingenious; they fit together seamlessly. The author has created a masterpiece with only a few grammar and spelling errors but that can be overlooked because it is 25000 words long. I was not going to read the whole thing but found myself hooked and before I knew it, I had finished. The author really takes control of his or her writing; it was as though I was reading a novel from a published author – a good one at that. The descriptions give you an accurate perception of the characters and made it feel as though you were in the fan fiction yourself. This piece stands out from all the fan fiction I have read and I would recommend it to anyone who wants to know what a creative and well written fan fiction looks like.

House/Big Bang Theory

The Princeton Collision

The concept of this fan fiction interested me, putting two of the characters from The Big Bang Theory (Sheldon and Leonard) into the hospital where Dr. House works. Sticking these characters together is an interesting idea because they are complete contrasts to each other. The dialogue for this was quite precise creating an accurate perception of the TV show characters using lines like, “good news its drugs” to portray of Dr Houses sarcasm. Despite it being a great idea to mash these two shows together the plot was not great, making the relationship between the different characters not very engaging for the reader.

How I Met Your Mother

Again

This fan fiction captures the feeling of a How I Met Your Mother episode. It begins by jumping into the middle of an argument between the gang, trying to determine if kissing an ex brings up old feelings. The author uses this debate to play on an old relationship between Barney and Robin. It starts off with everyone included in the discussion then when they go to prove the point point that it does not, it focuses on Barney’s perspective to give a brief backround as to why he may argue the side that he does. This story kept me interested the whole way through with an exciting plot that made me want to find out what happened. There was not much to describe the characters so you would want to know the show before reading this one.

 Silmarillion

Just This Once, And Just For Now

This story about the battle at Angband had a lot of potential as it was a battle scene and had a lot of opportunity to be descriptive but the author failed to put any emotion into it. It seemed like they were more concerned with getting down the plot and forgot to put in the detail. The battle itself lasted a few lines which only really explained two of Maedhros kills. One thing I did like about this was the fact that it was a guess who fan fiction, making the reader guess who’s POV it was from

Where The Wild Things Are

Where the Wild Things Are PARODY

I found this parody about the popular Where the Wild Things Are, quite disappointing. The plot had potential that the author did not meet; it was empty and non descriptive and failed to capture my attention. The story line was supposed to be about Max who is now in college but I found that the author failed to keep this up, slipping to parts that you would think he was writing about a young boy. This was supposed to be a comedy but I did not find it to be funny and coming in at 4311 words was far too drawn out. It is also an unfinished piece that I do not wish to go back and read when the final product is completed.

Melba's 10 Fanfic

Bones
Losing Hope: Violation
This fanfiction is well done, I think that the scenario could actually be used by the producers it is so good and interesting. The main reason why it really works for me is that it's all about the relationship between Booth and Brennan and that the situation seems so possible as the writer stuck to the characters' way of behaving and talking. Plus it tells us what we all wanted from the beginning, the two of them loving each other. A little too short though.

Brothers & Sisters
This Is It
The writer must have a great imagination because he put one of the main characters in a situation which seems impossible. But the style is good, s/he used flashbacks kind of dialogues to tell you more about the story without really explaining what happened before which I thought was very well done plus the use of the third person makes you spectator of the scene so you can actually see the action happening while reading.

Chuck
Silence
The title really reflects what the story is all about, silence. It's a bit boring and pointless to me when you reach the end but I think the style is good because you really feel the silence in the story. The fact that the writer used short sentences in the dialogues, the dialogues being really short themselves (question-answer pattern) emphasizes the heaviness of silence.

Cold Case
A way with words
Another "stuck in the elevator" story. The story is really predictable two people - one male, one female - stuck in an elevator, it's cold, the guy gives the girl his jacket, they end up kissing. I don't think the writer put anything special in this story. There were a few sentences that were well written in relation to the characters' background and position in their work but there were a lot of "cheesy" ones as well.

Happy Tree Friends
Lie Detector
A Happy Tree Friends episode. It was different from the original episodes as the characters were actually speaking, it was longer than it usually is, plus it wasn't funny. I don't think it was a success because the writer missed the whole point of the series which is to make people laugh by making the characters do really stupid things and die. There, it was all about the investigation after the death of one of them. Plus s/he forgot some words like give in the sentence "I'm gonna give you" or wrote I instead of it in "I could be him?". And finally s/he didn't even finish the story.

Memoirs of a Geisha
To Carve A Pumpkin
I think it's beautifully written. The writer used the first person to write the story which was a smart decision as it's all about emotional and physical feelings. It's suspenseful and exciting at the same time. S/he used a really strong sentence to finish on, which summed up the story's "fruit salad" mix of feelings.

Memoirs of a Geisha
Memoirs Of A Broken Heart
Loved reading it. The story's written with the first person so everything's seen through the main character's eyes. Like in the previous fanfic that I commented on, it's a mix of feelings that are really strong and using the first person to describe the situation was very good. Also, the words used are quite simple which makes it easier to read.

I am Legend
Reality
It's a remake of one of the scenes of I am Legend, not a really good one. It is written in the first person but still doesn't quite make you relate to the character or the story. The end is predictable as well so not really interesting, plus knowing the original story makes it harder to "accept" this version; the original story is all about saving the human kind where as here it's about the main character only, which I think doesn't work.

Prince of Persia
Anxiety
Quite short but I guess the quality of the work is more important than the length. It's good because it gives another point of view that is not described in the movie and even though I don't agree 100% with this point of view I still think the writer's done a good job with it as I always wondered what the character's point of view could be at this point of the movie.

KungFu Panda
Birthday
Fanfic about the famous Kung-Fu Panda. The story is really strange!!! It was easy to read and there was a good knowledge of the character's personalities so the dialogues were quite appropriate to the characters but the whole story just doesn't work for me.

Chris Dents FanFic: Bioshock

Bioshock

I stood in Raptures Main Plaza.

Jostled between damp bodies, my sign held high proudly above my head.

“DOWN WITH RYAN, SET US FREE!!”

Just like the message, the crowds feeling was forceful. Taught as a bowstring set to be strung.

I closed my eyes, could feel him watching.

That God almighty figure, a shadowy founder of the underwater city wonder we now struggle to live in. Like God he has his wrath, or justice as he sees fit. Justice beyond measure of sanity it seems. He created this place yes, but now we are ready to leave. We are humans not sheep.

I have been in this place since it’s beginning. Crowds swarmed, intellectuals gravitated towards the tempting unknown. A utopia free for minds to create, a place of equality where you can rightly own what you work for.  To be so far away from anywhere would be such an opportunity we all thought! Being able to be away from controlling governments and inhibited lives chosen for us by upper class giants.

It was too good though, far too good to be true.

Life, and all it’s perceptions seem only to last for seconds.

With the freedom people began to wander form the path, pleasant thoughts could become sinister, class patterns began to emerge, a clash of those fighting to be top dog.

Then us, us pawns at the bottoms. We’re the ones who loose out the most. Here in our hundreds captured in our cages, so into the street we’re running. Defending our dignity again, fighting for a chance for freedom.

I thrust my sign roof wards, thinking back to the fall of this civilization.

ADAM, a miracle drug founded on the ocean floor.

A thing of such power it corrupted in the most pure of soles.

This wondrous substance could change lives, heel people; create an innumerable amount of uses.

So wonderful it was enviable that it was to change things.

Even now here in this crowed I could fell its presence.

Splicers are looming for sure; they like to catch us, anything to cure their addiction for a time. A lust for power, that could drive a victim do ghastly deeds.

We felt the fear. It fuelled us. Fuelled us to leave our homes. To beat on doors.

Suddenly a grand sound erupts around us and Andrew Ryan’s face stares rigidly down at us. A towering menace that silenced the crowed.

Sitting at a desk he crossed his fingers and looked down now in a perplexed fashion.

“People, here you are standing angrily at my feet. What is it that I have done to you all? Can’t you appreciate just what I have done for you?”

Meeker members of the crowed had already begun to run but not I. Nor would the stronger of us; our wills were not here to be broken.

“I gave you air, a free air that is your own. Not owned by a government or being leeched away by a biased company. For to long we’ve had to stand for a upper class regime.”

His voice was slowly rising. But we would not cower.

“Set us free!” was shouted from the crowd.

At that his face turned wooden. His eye’s told stories of a million disappointmentss'. We were just one more.

“NO! You dare defy me? When your best interests lie in me? But you are just parasites yourselves aren’t you. Leeching life from me. I know you’d show yourselves. TRAITERS you are and NOTHING MORE!”

The ground began to tremble.

His ground.

“You will be smitten and taken for you deceit, out of here you shall never wander. To feed your greedy selfishness elsewhere. No that will NOT DO!”

His face disappeared and an eerie quiet remained.

Suddenly walls shook around us, cold winds blew underneath me.

I turned to run now, a man in his insanity cannot be reasoned with. I’ll find another way home out of here.

But as I turned the corner my heart froze.

No more was it necessary to chant and yell, all hope was gone.

Streets were blocked with great walls. People beating them for their freedom.

Patriotic music rose around me and it was then that I knew.

As the water touched my feet I wished I’d never been born.

Matthew's Fanfiction

A Brittana (Santana and Brittany) Fanfiction


Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
and think of you
caught up in circles confusion--
is nothing new
Flashback--warm nights--
almost left behind
suitcases of memories,
time after--


Cyndi Lauper's "Time After Time" played through Santana's iPod. It wasn't something she would normally listen to, in public at least, but the lyrics matched how she was feeling right now. As she sat up in bed with her warm mink blanket pulled up tightly over her shoulders, she sang along, a single tear running down her left cheek as she thought about Brittany.
Through her open curtains, Santana could see the full moon shining brightly in the night sky. It filled her with a sense of nostalgia and sadness and she wished so bad that she could go back to how things used to be. Back to when Brittany would stay over and that same moon would shine it's loving light into the room, onto the bed where they lay together, snuggled up as the wind howled through the eaves on stormy nights or as they spread out over the entire bed on balmy summer evenings, mosquitos buzzing in their ears. She wished they could go back to when they were best friends at school. And back to when Artie wasn't Brittany's stupid boyfriend. Back to when they were happy....


If you're lost you can look--and you will find me
time after time
if you fall I will catch you--I will be waiting
time after time


The lyrics spoke to her. She was lost and didn't know which way to go. During sex ed week, Miss Holliday had really helped Santana. It was through singing with her that she realized the nights she spent with Brittany felt different to those she'd had with Puck or Finn. She had come to realize that she loved Brittany and she wanted to be with her.


Santana looked over at the clock. 02:05am. Argh! Santana thought. What the hell am I going to do? I can't sleep, I can't eat. All I do is sit in bed all night and think about HER. She is driving me nuts. I have to tell her how I feel.... otherwise, I dunno what will happen.


Santana dragged herself out of bed, pulling the heavy blanket along with her. She sat down in front of her computer, the blanket drapped over her shoulders, and began typing.

Brittany,


I know everyone thinks that I'm a bitch, and I don't blame them. I'm from Lima Heights, which puts me on the wrong side of town and I have a reputation for not taking crap from nobody. I say what I think and I don't let anything, or anyone stand in my way. Even around you, I have this guard up, these prison walls that I never let down. I keep everything inside this cold grey cell and never, ever let a single ray of sun shine through.
I'm sad and lonely and I put up this tough sister-act kind of deal to hide it and make everyone think that I'm okay, but I'm not okay. I'm not.
And you know what, Brit? I only just realized for myself what's wrong. I only just realized why I always feel this way, why I don't want to get out of bed in the mornings and why I skulk around school with this attitude, as if a huge black rain cloud is following me and I've forgotten my umbrella.
I also know why every time I've slept with Puck and that time I selfishly took Finn's virginity, I know why it didn't feel right or "special" like everyone says it's supposed to. It's because I'm in love with you. Those nights we spent together, although I didn't realize it then, they were the ones that I will cherish and remember. They were the nights that meant something.
Shit Brittany, you're all I ever think about and I can't believe you rejected me like that the other day. I came to you because I love you and I trusted you and I thought you felt that way for me. Or I thought that you at least felt something for me. But no, you tossed me aside, you told me that if it didn't work out with Artie, then you'd come for me. If it didn't work out with Artie? Is that supposed to make me feel better? That's putting me second, Brittany. I can't be that person, I can't wait around for you.

Santana sat staring at the last line, "I can't wait around for you".
I can't wait around for you. 
I can't wait around for you. 
The words kept going around and around in her head. 
If I can't wait around for you any longer, then who or what do I have to wait around for? 


Santana stood up and walked over to the window. She had a view of downtown Lima, the myriad of lights twinkling below in the valley. She knew what it was like to have a tough life. Her parents were always at work. Her brother was always with the gang, smoking crack or getting into trouble. Boys had taken advantage of her. She'd always been a C-grade student, excelling only at Glee club and cheer-leading. The only thing that could have made her life better, worth living even, was Brittany. Brittany was the only one who could light her life, brighten her up like the town below. But she couldn't have her. 


Tears rushed down her flushed cheeks and she let out a frustrated scream. FUCK! All she wanted to do was end it. End it all. But it was all too easy. She'd had a tough life. She'd been fucked over, sure. But there had to be more. Surely.... She picked up the phone. 


"Hello?"
"Miss Holliday? It's Santana.... you said I could call if I needed you."
"Oh hey darl, you know you can. What's up..?"




after my picture fades and darkness has
turned to gray
watching through windows--you're wondering
if I'm OK
secrets stolen from deep inside
the drum beats out of time-- 


if you're lost you can look--and you will find me
time after time
if you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting
time after time 


if you're lost...
...time after time
time after time
time after time
time after time

Josiah's fanfiction

An American Gods Fanfiction

Her ears twitched, eyes closed in bliss as her fur absorbed the sunlight. Claws flexing, retracting, her tail twisting and curling with the imagined hunt.

A fly lands on her pink nose, and the golden eyes snap open, head jerking upwards to glare at the offending insect.

She pulls herself upright, raspy tongue pulling along the amber fur.

Seeing the day's almost dead, she slowly makes her way across the sparse backyard, covered in dry grass from the beating summer sun.

Her body grows, the fur rippling and melting into caramel coloured flesh, as her joints slide into new positions.

Her hips undulating, she comes into the funeral home that she calls home, now in full human shape.

Her hand comes up to encircle her extended belly instinctively, and she places herself into the seat across from Mr Ibis.

He grins as he looks at her over his round glasses, a smile ghosting his lips, as his quill relentlessly scratches against the paper. "Well well well," he declares. "To what do we owe this pleasure?"

"I've been feeling more...myself." Bast faintly responds, her golden eyes drifting across the room following the lazy circular patterns of the blowflies.

"Marvelous." His attention returns to the book, the nuances dreams and passions of a life well-lived, being recorded so it's never truly lost. Not to him.

The shadow of a smile comes to her ruby lips as she thinks of him, her long clear nails tracing across her stomach.

The Shadow of a man, whose life was lost and rebuilt, before he even passed into the realm of death.

Shadow, son of a god he never saw coming, who shook his life apart.

The shadow who had offered her his heart and his name, after he'd already offered her his body.

A dream shared, in a realm that was more real than reality, that gave her so much power.

A goddess of rage and fury, passion and sex, she had forgotten her true nature centuries ago, until Shadow Moon had come into the picture.

She had pondered telling him about the child, for several moments. But she could see his destiny, extending well beyond this country. She had always known he would be destined to return.

Those golden eyes, with slit-like irises no matter her firm, watch as the air itself shifts in the dying light.

The patterns she follows of swirling dust and lazy blowflies, dying off as summer comes to a close, have changed. Chaotic and different, her brow furrows.

"He comes." She states as realisation strikes her. Mr Ibis' eyes dart up to meet hers, though he can see the change within her already, and he asks her who.

Her wild, dark hair shifts as her ears becomes pointed. Her teeth are changing, though she probably wouldn't have answered him anyway.

Disinterested, the cats on the chair merely gazes at him until she propels herself up the stairs to settle on a windowsill.

A hand comes knocking on the door of the Ibis and Jaquel Funeral Home in Cairo, Illinois, pronounced Kay-ro by the locals.

The man in an expensive grey suit, with silver pinstripe, stands back a grin already gracing his face. His red hair shifts in the breeze and he looks up at the window to see the pregnant brown cat, resting comfortably on the sill, regarding him coolly.

Mr Jaquel opens the door, shock splashing against his dark face, in the dying light. "Set?"

"The one and only, my friend."

"Where have you been? You missed the war." Jaquel steps aside, making space for Set to step into the house.

"I didn't miss it. I avoided it. Too much ordered chaos for my liking." Set walks inward, appreciating the house he hasn't seen for over a century, different yet the same.

As they come into the dining room, Ibis' hand paused in shock, his eyes round and wide above the frame of his glasses, Set announces "You know her baby will change things. He shall have no choice."

"We did suspect as much." Ibis manages to force out beyond the shock of seeing their erstwhile companion once more.

Set's face cracks into an even broader grin. "The child of two pantheons. He shall be fantastic."