taste_is_sweet: (Totally Tasty!)
Written for the prompt Temperance at [livejournal.com profile] wordsinthebrain.

There wasn’t much blood on it, but it wasn’t the sort of stain one could explain to the cleaners. )

This story also fills the Dub-Con square of my [livejournal.com profile] hc_bingo card, though more in its absence than presence. And hey, it's happy! Happyish! Not terrible!
taste_is_sweet: (Harlock Skull)
This was written for [livejournal.com profile] wordsinthebrain. The prompt was 'Invasion'. The Train isn't my idea, and was used with the creator's permission (you can check out the other passengers via the 'the Train' tag at the community).

2232 words; warnings for heavily implied death and violence. Hover over the French words for a translation.

Cliff wants to ask what the hell’s waiting for him at his stop, that the kid’s still this fucking scared. You don’t ask, though. Not in this car. Maybe the other passengers do, but in this car they know better. )

Betaed by the lovely, talented and extremely generous [livejournal.com profile] brumeier, considering I make her cry all the time.
taste_is_sweet: (Really You Can)
I had a bunch of stuff to say about this one, which naturally I've completely forgotten. The title is of course a pun on that famous song by Culture Club. I was trying to explain my idea for the bingo square fill to my awesome sis [livejournal.com profile] squeakyoflight and we started singing:

Coma, coma, coma, coma chameleon,
Zero Glasgow! Zero Glasgow!

Yeah, I have no idea either.

Anyway, the fic! I'm not sure where this should go in the timeline exactly, so right now I'll just put it as the most recent. This is a list of all the Pape and Danforth vignettes, more-or-less in chronological order:

Side Effects May Include Sleep Problems
The Girl in the Kitten Toque
Boots or Hearts
The Old Man at the Window
The Nesquick and the Dead
The Old Lady and her Dog
Stealing Costs Everybody
Pape and Danforth

Title: Coma Chameleon
Length: 2,658 Words
Rating: R (for language and description of violance)
Warnings: None
HC_Bingo Square: Coma (Bingo card is here.)

Summary: "You're the one making it up," Mike said completely seriously. "You probably have brain-damage." He didn't even look like he was enjoying himself, just delivering grim information.

Charles woke up because Mike was kicking him )
taste_is_sweet: (Toothless)
It's another Friday, and now that my awesome sister and her super cool family have gone back to the enviously balmy Canada, I've had a chance to finish this latest fill for my [livejournal.com profile] hc_bingo.

Title: The Winter Dragon
Length: 2,538 Words
Rating: PG (For blood and mention of wounds)
Warnings: None that I can think of
HC_Bingo Square: Ostracized from society (Bingo card is here. Apparently I'm going for two horizontal bingos, which has nothing to do with how I still haven't thought of anything for 'coma' or 'bruises'.)

As you can probably tell, this is fantasy and will probably be the first part of a novel or novella at some point. Eventually. I've got two other novels to finish first.

Enjoy, and thank you very much for reading. :D

Sometimes it's cruel to be kind )
taste_is_sweet: (Default)
Hi, guys! Happy Friday! I post bearing more original fiction.

Specifically, another vignette in my Pape and Danforth series. Remember them? No? Why am I not surprised? ::g::

Here is the most recent master list of all the stories, listed in order with the first story in the narrative (more or less) at the bottom:

The Girl in the Kitten Toque
Boots or Hearts
The Old Man at the Window
The Nesquick and the Dead
The Old Lady and her Dog
Stealing Costs Everybody
Pape and Danforth

Title: Side Effects May Include Sleep Problems
Length: 1,912 Words
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Warnings: Mention of recreational drug use
HC_Bingo Square: Exhaustion (Bingo card is here.)

Summary: Charles shook his head. "It's nothing," he croaked. "I just…" I need proof that you're alive, but he couldn't say that. He reached for him instead, because the one true difference between real people and dead people was that if someone was dead you couldn't touch them.

Kind of Long Author's Note: I have to say I'm a bit disappointed that I wasn't able to come up with anything less directly related to the prompt. I generally like being more subtle. But on the other hand this is a pretty unsubtle series anyway, so hopefully it fits. :)

I also didn't intend for the whole thing to be such a Public Service Announcement. As of this addition, I've written about the evils of stealing, smoking, neglectful parenting, and now drugs. Next I'll probably write something about the importance of wearing a seat belt. All I can say is that I'm sorry and I'm really not proselytizing; It just kind of happened.

The door banged open a second later and Josh crashed into the apartment. )
taste_is_sweet: (Imagination Movers!)
Look at me! I wrote something!

Back in March I posted the first 500 or so words of an original story I'd started years before and never gotten around to continuing. And now, because of my [livejournal.com profile] hc_bingo card, I realized it would fit one of the prompts perfectly and give me a reason to finish it.

And now it's finished. :D

Title: Seeds
Length: 2704 words
Rating: R (for violence)
Warnings: May squick
HC_Bingo Square: Archaic Medicine (Bingo card is here.)

Summary: No one can outrun the wind.

She twisted her foot in the earth and a flat piece of bone came up, dug out of the soil. )

Thank you very much for reading. :) Only four more squares to go!
taste_is_sweet: (This Will End Badly)
(The icon's picture has nothing to do with the story. I'm using it because my name for it is 'this will end badly', which is surprisingly appropriate.)

The theme this week was "Happiness in a Bottle". I went with the very mordant comedy sketch, which you can see here. I admire how Bill Cosby can be so gentle about something while still portraying it in all its pathos and horror.

This story is a sequel to Only the Skin. It's a little over 2000 words. I hope you enjoy it. :)

(Another [livejournal.com profile] brigits_flame link, which I mostly put in for easy access.)

The wolves were howling again. )
taste_is_sweet: (I Mean It)
Hello again. The theme for this round was, 'The Devil is in the Details.'

I'm going to admit right now that the theme probably won't be obvious in here, but every time I thought of it, this scene kept popping into my head. I think it's because of a conversation I had about store clerks with a friend of mine. She told me how important it was for the managers to make sure all the products were in straight lines with the labels pointing out at the customers.

Arrogant though it may sound--and I certainly don't mean for it to be--'the Devil is in the details' fits my writing in general (though I've always said 'God is in the details'). To me, details are what make the story: the tiny, ephemeral things that can nonetheless do so much for setting and character. I love adding them in to my writing. And there are a lot of details here.

This is another scene from my Pape and Danforth universe. More Gills will be forthcoming (or is the redundant?) but the scene I have in mind is long and currently I don't have the energy to tackle it. Hopefully at some point next week.

But I really like this Pape and Danny one. I hope you enjoy it as well.

([livejournal.com profile] brigits_flame link, because I know you were waiting for it.)

You know what your problem is? )
taste_is_sweet: (Owen is Screaming)
The theme for this round was, "Once More, With Feeling".

I was looking over my older stuff this afternoon, because sometimes I procrastinate that way since it makes me feel vaguely productive, and I came across a story I'd originally written in 1997. I realized while I was reading it that it fit the theme really well--or at least the repetition aspect of 'once more with feeling', which was how I had been planning on interpreting the theme anyway.

I ended up taking out an entire dream/fantasy sequence thing that I was sure worked brilliantly when I was (Christ, how old was I in 1997? twenty-five, yeah. Though come to think of it I'm sure I actually wrote that when I was twenty, because I was at McMaster and not the University of Toronto).

So, I thought the dream sequence thing worked brilliantly when I was twenty, but realized when I was reading it again that it actually comes out of nowhere for an unfortunate WTF? aspect. So I aced it, which might not make the story any more clear or less opaquely subtle (hey, I was young, at university and living in Canada at that point; I doubt my stuff could have been more Canadian unless I was writing autobiographical pieces about a world war).

Anyway, this I suppose is as good a place as any to admit that I've been more-or-less obsessed with (fictional! metaphorical!) drowning since I was twenty, at least. This might actually be the first example of that. As far as I'm concerned the title relates directly to the story, but then again I'm an opaquely subtle Canadian. It might just be confusing as hell.

And here is the obligatory link to [livejournal.com profile] brigits_flame.

It's been dark for hours, she has better things to do. )
taste_is_sweet: (I'm Not Scared)
Wasn't sure I was going to make it this week, but here we are. Another one in the Gills 'verse, and a sequel to Class Aves, which I'm feeling too lazy to link to at the moment, so please be so kind as to use the tags below if you'd like to read it.

I want to thank everyone who voted in my fabulous poll earlier today. I've decided to go with Ash for the avan. However, I think I'm going to change Jak to Anthony at some later date, but I'll leave him Jak for now for the sake of not wanting to confuse anyone, least of all myself.

I hope you enjoy this, and thank you very much for voting for me last week. I also should mention that the icon is related to the vignette, and not so much how I feel about the vignette, though it is nonetheless true for that as well.

The theme this round was 'Harmony'. And here's a link to [livejournal.com profile] brigits_flame.

You just can't leave anything alone, can you? )
taste_is_sweet: (Fallen Angel)
So. Um.

Okay, I am horribly embarrassed by this. I mean, it is crack. Crack, I tell you. Crack-in-progress, even. The kind of thing that will make certain people on my FList who know me and my proclivities roll their eyes and smirk knowingly. (Oh, don't even pretend you're not doing it.)

And yet I am still posting it! Masochism, you ask? Well, um, maybe. But really it's because the prompt this week was "Flat", which made me think of this post by [livejournal.com profile] villainny, who is just awesome.

Doesn't it look like the poor snowperson was shoved out of an airplane? It does, doesn't it? Go look again.

And that got me thinking of, um, other people things that might fall out of the sky. Yeah. And then this idea kind of grabbed me by the throat and shook me until my teeth rattled. I think they're still rattling. Or that could just be my brain.

Anyway, for those of you who have actually read this far, this is set in my Gills 'verse (scroll down for the fiction entries). Some of the aspects of this might not jibe with the two earlier pieces, but that's because I'm still working out the details.

And now I'll shut up.

Edit: I forgot the link to [livejournal.com profile] brigits_flame. Here it is.

Whoever designed you did a fantastic job )
taste_is_sweet: (Pills)
Yes, happy campers, I am back in the game and bearing a vignette. This is another scene from my Pape and Danforth universe, for those who might care remember. For them what might be interested, here are the previous scenes in chronological order (earliest at the bottom):

Boots or Hearts
The Old Man at the Window
The Nesquick and the Dead
The Old Lady and her Dog
Pape and Danforth

The theme this week was 'Beat', which did actually have something to do with this, if only in my subconscious. And here is a link to [livejournal.com profile] brigits_flame.

As with all the other scenes in this 'verse, there are huge warnings for really, really bad language.

Thank you very much for reading. I hope you like it.

He was trying not to notice the woman further down the aisle, the one examining the boxes of painkillers. )
taste_is_sweet: (Moved to Canada)
The theme this week was 'Chaos'. The title comes from a song of the same name by The Tragically Hip, one of the greatest Canadian bands to ever grace my homeland. It also has a lyric I've wanted to use as an epigraph for about four years, but have never ever managed it. This isn't that lyric, because the Universe delights in mocking me. It's a different one.

I realized while I was writing this that I've got characters crying two weeks in a row. I feel another unintended theme coming on. Go, me.

When it starts
To fall apart
It really falls apart
Like boots or hearts
When they start
They really fall apart

(Here is an obligatory link to [livejournal.com profile] brigits_flame.)

Joshua frowned. 'It's not like I fight every time I go out.' )
taste_is_sweet: (Owen is Screaming)
The theme was 'Unity'. And Jesus God, did this kick my ass. Let me illustrate:

FIC: You really don't want to write this.
ME: Sure I do! It has a robot in it! I've been wanting to write about a robot since Round One of October!
FIC: Whatever, bitch. You really don't want to write this, honest. See how hard I'm making it for you?
ME: I will admit this is a little difficult. Just a tad. Going slightly less than swimmingly.
ME: But there's a robot in it! Look! Look! See?
FIC: The robot isn't doing anything.
ME: He's integral to the plot!
FIC: What plot?
ME: Well...um, it's like, a first chapter! Yes! I'm world building!
FIC: You've wasted two hours on on-line name generators.
ME: It's research!
FIC: And I'm not really sure you actually got the theme anywhere in here.
ME: Come on! There's the...there's a united front thing there. Yeah. With the army. And stuff.
FIC: It's nearly one o'clock in the morning. Give up. Seriously. You suck.

But I persevered. Or at least I finished it. It's less coherent than I wanted, but I did get the robot in it. And the theme was what inspired the first image of the ficlet. I swear.

This is for [livejournal.com profile] innana88. Something about it just made me think of her.

And I hope that it's obvious that the views of the characters in this ficlet do not represent mine. I just make this shit up.

(Helpful link to [livejournal.com profile] brigits_flame, for those who might be interested.)

The people of Ruesh have a saying: )
taste_is_sweet: (I'm Not Scared)
Since the prompt for this one was, 'It's quiet now', I wasn't thinking about music particularly, until out of the blue I remembered Song for a Winter's Night by Gordon Lightfoot. You can download it if you like, and I hope you will, because it's beautiful and heartbreaking and can still make me cry sometimes, even after nearly thirty years.

Anyway, here's something short and Hallowe'eny. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy it.

He didn't know what had woken him now, since the apartment was dark and quiet )
taste_is_sweet: (Owen is Screaming)
Apparently this has become 'musical prompt month!' for me, because 'Besieged', the prompt for this round, almost instantly made me think of Fortress Around Your Heart by Sting. (And if I built a fortress / around your heart / and circled you in trenches and barbed wire....) The lyrics are great, but I have to admit what I've always loved best about this song was how he belts out And IF I at the beginning of each chorus. And the part about going off to fight battles in his head, because that appeals to me in the same way that beating the hell out of guys in my stories does, apparently.

[livejournal.com profile] brigits_flame has revealed so much to me about the bizarre mechanations of my strange little mind.

Mmmm. Sting.

ANYWAY, I was thinking about robots, and something about robots under siege, but I made the mistake of looking up 'Besieged' at thefreedictionary.com (I actually do have a hardback Pocket Oxford, but hey, it was all the way across the room). I read two of the definitions and got this: more stuff from the Pape and Danforth...thing I started back in round one, which some people had requested I continue.

Not many people, mind, but I do believe in meeting the audience's wishes when possible. :)

So, I swear to God, [livejournal.com profile] mermaidbia and [livejournal.com profile] watchclarewrite, that I will write about robots. At some point. Really. Hey, I might even write something else for this round before voting starts. But in the meantime, I am posting this here. I hope you enjoy it.

This is kind of gross, but there are no deaths, injuries, illnesses or animals that were harmed in the writing of this piece of fiction. And it's not gross for very long, honest. It's also a prequel to my previous entry, The Nesquick and the Dead.

The dog whined miserably, as if apologizing. )
taste_is_sweet: (Totally Tasty!)
The title made me laaaaaugh.... Ah, I am such a goof.

Anyway, the prompt up at [livejournal.com profile] brigits_flame this week was "Fuel". What sprung to mind first was Steam by Peter Gabriel (gotta love those 80s graphics).

Give me steam
And how you feel can make it real
Real as anything you've seen

Anyway, I didn't use that.

I wanted to write something with robots--I love robots, hapless, eager-to-please, misunderstood AIs--but after walking on glass for the first lousy 317 words, I realized it just wasn't happening. (One of these days I will actually mange to write a vignette with a robot in it, I swear.) But, to me fuel has always been food, among other things, so I ended up doing something with that.

This is a continuation of my Pape and Danforth storyline. I'm not quite as proud of it as I was of the original, but I do think it's funny.

And here it is. Thank you all, as usual, for reading. :)

Yeah, yeah, I get it. I'm the fucking wind beneath your wings. )
taste_is_sweet: (Pills)
This week the prompt had to start, "There it goes". There were a fair number of ideas that came to mind for this, mostly involving spaceships, as is my wont.

I was determined to try something new this week, however, so I avoided anything sci-fi or involving werewolves. And there are young men in this, but not bleeding. Unless you count contusions.

Please note that this has a hell of a lot of swearing.

Josh shook his head, then grinned. I've got some bite marks.  )
taste_is_sweet: (Fallen Angel)
I can't believe I made it this far. Thank you again, everyone. The fact that you like my stuff enough to vote for it has once again made me very, very happy. :D

This was written for the prompt, "Amber". It's a sequel to "Beautiful", and yet another time I surprised myself with what I wrote. I'd been planning to write something about robots.

Inspiration, it seems, is an odd and fickle thing.

I'm also pleased to announce that I'm now 4/4 on guys bleeding. This is the kind of thing that amuses me.

I would like to thank everyone who chooses to read this very much. And once again, I hope you enjoy it.

[livejournal.com profile] mermaidbia: this one's for you. And also with much love to my sister, for her rough- and final-draft edits. This would have sucked without her.

Yeah, I think it's worse.  )


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