Sunday, November 2nd, 2008

The Network

I linked to this story by [info]darkrose, My Sight Grows Stronger, in the introductory notes to The Games. Partly because this really impressed me, and partly because I felt it was a good introductory stand-alone piece to read about how the Keptverse works. This story is my effort to do something similiar, and was inspired by a discussion that I had with [info]darkrose here.

In summary: the Keptverse is set in an America in which debt slavery exists. In the real Keptverse (which is mostly on livejournal), the stories are all RPF. What I am writing here is fanfic on the Keptverse: fictional characters living in the universe of [info]poisontaster's creation.

The Network )

Author notes )
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Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008

M*A*S*H: Walker among the dead

Walker Among The Dead, 5290 words )
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Saturday, December 25th, 2004

The Surgeon and the Albatross

The Surgeon and the Albatross

Fandom: Count of Monte Cristo/Master and Commander
Written for: serenissima in the Yuletide 2004 Challenge
by Jane Carnall


On February 28, 1830, in the port of Marseille, a man in his sixties stood on the terrace of Fort Saint-Jean, overlooking the old harbour, and appeared to gaze into the air. )
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Tuesday, September 14th, 2004

M*A*S*H/Good Omens crossover

[info]bravecows asked: "Leave me a drabble of backstory. It can be about anyone -- one of your characters, one of mine, someone else's, no-one's. Anyone. Then I'll write one for you."

So I wrote.

([info]cmshaw's Good Omens/Due South crossover was also excellent.)


"Oh, Crowley, really," Aziraphale said, both horrified and annoyed. "Tempting a priest? That's so... fourteenth century."

Crowley hissed with annoyance. Father Mulcahy moaned in his sleep: the next morning he was to wonder why, in his rather embarrassingly explicit dream, Hawkeye Pierce had turned into a snake halfway through.

"Oh, go away, angel," Crowley said. "Go thwart their drinking or something."

Aziraphale looked across the muddy compound at the tent labelled The Swamp. He spread his wings in an angelic shrug. Inside the tent, the glass vessel of their homemade still cracked into a thousand pieces. It would surprise both Hawkeye and Trapper that somehow it had broken without damaging anything else or even waking them up.

"A bit crude," said Crowley.

Aziraphale looked at what Mulcahy was urging the dream-Hawkeye to do in his sleep. "I could say the same about you," he retorted.
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Saturday, August 7th, 2004

Crossover: Cold Freedom

I have just updated the Crossovers, Blake's 7, and Star Trek:TOS sections with Cold Freedom.

This story goes back to 1987 at least. I started writing it at 1 in the morning: I was staying in a shared flat with a few other people including Ann, and I got about 15 or 16 paragraphs into it when Ann came home, saw the light on under my door, and came in, wanting to know what I was doing. I told her. She egged me on to write more of it, and I did. It was (I believe) the first crossover I ever wrote, and (I think) the first slave story I ever wrote. (Update, remembering "The Pet"... well, the first one I ever finished.)

It's never been published anywhere, because back when I wrote it, I had no idea that there ever would be any zines which would publish an AU crossover story. And by the time I realised that there were zines that would, well, it felt like long ago and far away and I can do better than that now.

(Which I can. But...)
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Tuesday, July 20th, 2004

On beginnings

A few years ago [info]tritorella organised an online writer’s workshop, mainly for Highlander fans. We began, not unnaturally, with beginnings, and I put together a critique of four beginnings to very short stories and three beginnings to longer stories. All of the stories are now available online: if you prefer to read the whole story first, click on the link at the start of each story to go there. (I dropped out of the writer’s workshop fairly early on, unable to keep up with it, but it was fun to cross-examine myself and invent reasons for what I’d done.)

Four short beginnings )

Three long beginnings )
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