Dec. 6th, 2011

[identity profile] deathjunke.livejournal.com
Title: With No Fallacy
Author: [livejournal.com profile] deathjunke
Recipient: [livejournal.com profile] bearshorty
Rating: PG13 for Kissyfacing
Highlight for Warnings: *naughty words and lack of p0rnZ *
Word Count:3525
Summary: You cant lie to yourself there are no illusions, no fallacies, only the truth.
Author's notes:

Well. I did my best with this one. Hopefully it isn't too angst for you, [livejournal.com profile] bearshorty. I'm the conductor and foreman of the angst train so trying to make this not angst was a challenge!

I was trying to go with the theme of redemption or truth because really that's what A Snowflake Fell (And It Felt Like a Kiss) sounded like to me.


Let us begin... )
such_heights: children flying from a cliff (default [trufflehog])
[personal profile] such_heights
Title: From Yorkshire, With Love
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] such_heights
Recipient: [livejournal.com profile] onehundredmoons
Rating: PG-13
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *none *
Word count: 1800
Summary: "You're not the one who's going to be spending the next two weeks trekking around the Yorkshire Moors looking for werewolf encampments."
Notes: For Lisa, who wanted something epistolary. Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] liseuse for the beta.

The war didn't stop for Christmas. )
[identity profile] grandilloquism.livejournal.com
Title: And In the Morning
Author: [livejournal.com profile] grandilloquism
Recipient: [livejournal.com profile] trisstiss
Rating: PG
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *extreme weirdness*
Word count: 1300
Summary: He remembered a night with a sky that made you wistful and sad and small just to think of it, not just one colour, but every colour, and all of them clear and brilliant and beautiful.  He remembered running, not just him but everyone, it felt like, everyone that was and had been and would be, forever, and all of them running, chasing – something.
Notes: I wrote (or started on) about seven different versions of this, all angstier than the last.  Finally, this happened.  There’s no one legend or fairy tale I used here, but rather a combination of the Wild Hunt, which runs the countryside around Solstice, and fairy rings or getting pixie-led, and coming to the next morning with very little idea of what happened.  [livejournal.com profile] trisstiss, I hope you like it, and thank you mods, for the extension, and for still being so nice when I went over it. 

And In the Morning )

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