Make up a title for a story I didn't write, and I will respond withdetails of those non-written stories. You may, if you like, include details, such as pairings or fandom or whatnot.
She's gardening, of course, because it's traditional or something. Sydney has been missing for several years - neither hide nor hair - and although Rachel is worried, she doesn't dare look too closely in case Sydney doesn't want to be found.
And, no, she doesn't recognise him. He looks like death warmed over, and is clutching something metallic and long-dulled to his chest.
As is traditional - and she's starting to hate tradition - he doesn't last long. She's not sure that he's supposed to, but was debriefed alongside the rest. She didn't see Sloane in the end, but it was as good as, and, still Jack is fading, day by day, like the world cannot bear to have such wrongness breathing.
"Joker in the Deck" is a vicious little parody of teen horror flicks. It's a story about a series of murders that have been taking place around the globe, involving and possibly about the surviving Sunnydale gang. One by one, their links to the world around them are disappearing - Xander's latest Slayer charges; Dawn's boyfriend; Faith's, er, well, 'friends' is too strong a term, I suppose - and they left blinking at the world, bewildered. Slowly, the realisation dawns that the killer is not a bad guy, or a villain, or any sort of outsider, really. The killer is one of the group.
What follows is Buffy racing to find out who is responsible before any of the Sunnydale gang become the killer's next victim - and then Wood's body is found...
In the old days, word games were forbidden, as they angered the Gods. Word games were only a hair's breadth away from magic, after all, for is not magic a game of words and symbols?
The girl, River, only ever used words in her 'casting, but it is 'casting all the same, for did not strangers come from her sweeping hands? And is it not so that they do not look human-like, or normal-like, and are they not abominations, cursed unto the face of God?
It is some months after Serenity, and the Firefly is settled on an isolated little moon where the locals still believe in witches and devils. Mal, mindful of the how the last such visit turned out, is careful about keeping his people in sight. River, however, will not be kept quiet, especially when the local people are guarding something bright and glittering, like a jewel in a lake.
One day, River touches its glistening surface, and her hand is sliced open on its brilliance. It does not hurt.
The man-thing that steps free of its glistening cage, however, is another matter. It looks about, taking note of the sun shining overhead, and River, screaming, twisting helplessly in his grasp, and he says, -
'101 things to do in the greenwood' is the 'what if?' of xander successfully making off with dawn at the end of Buffy. They end up in Greenwood, South Carolina - an elder brother and his bratty sister - waiting, waiting, waiting and waiting for news of what has happened in Sunnydale. There is no word from the entire California region, and Xander does not dare inquire further, for fear of drawing attention to them. Living in a motel on what he earns as a very part-time labourer is not what Buffy had in mind, he suspects, but his injury will not allow a return to work full-time.
Dawn, meanwhile, has yet to speak a word to him after he wrested the taser from her hands in the car and jutted it against her neck. She eats whatever he puts in front of her, but otherwise spends her days glued to the television, channel-hopping and hoping, he knows, to find some word or image of someone she would recognise.
This is the week when xander comes home, a bucket of KFC under one arm, to find Dawn lying on the bed, unmoving. By her side sits someone who looks vaguely familiar, although it takes Xander a full half-minute to place him.
"Xander," Graham says. "I've been looking for you." His eyes glitter in the half-light.
Xander is too busy looking at the mirror opposite the bed, where Dawn is lying unmoving there is no one, no one sat next to her at all.
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Date: 2006-08-12 01:55 am (UTC)or how about
"Mary Magdalene"?
Mary Magdalene
Date: 2006-08-12 10:22 pm (UTC)MM - random thoughts
Date: 2006-08-12 10:26 pm (UTC)And, no, she doesn't recognise him. He looks like death warmed over, and is clutching something metallic and long-dulled to his chest.
As is traditional - and she's starting to hate tradition - he doesn't last long. She's not sure that he's supposed to, but was debriefed alongside the rest. She didn't see Sloane in the end, but it was as good as, and, still Jack is fading, day by day, like the world cannot bear to have such wrongness breathing.
Joker in the Deck
Date: 2006-08-14 12:52 pm (UTC)What follows is Buffy racing to find out who is responsible before any of the Sunnydale gang become the killer's next victim - and then Wood's body is found...
no subject
Date: 2006-08-12 11:26 pm (UTC)"101 things to do in the greenwood"
"Knights in White Boxers"
Scrabble for the Soul
Date: 2006-08-14 01:02 pm (UTC)The girl, River, only ever used words in her 'casting, but it is 'casting all the same, for did not strangers come from her sweeping hands? And is it not so that they do not look human-like, or normal-like, and are they not abominations, cursed unto the face of God?
It is some months after Serenity, and the Firefly is settled on an isolated little moon where the locals still believe in witches and devils. Mal, mindful of the how the last such visit turned out, is careful about keeping his people in sight. River, however, will not be kept quiet, especially when the local people are guarding something bright and glittering, like a jewel in a lake.
One day, River touches its glistening surface, and her hand is sliced open on its brilliance. It does not hurt.
The man-thing that steps free of its glistening cage, however, is another matter. It looks about, taking note of the sun shining overhead, and River, screaming, twisting helplessly in his grasp, and he says, -
well, you'll have to read it to find out! *g*
101 things to do in the greenwood
Date: 2006-08-14 01:13 pm (UTC)Dawn, meanwhile, has yet to speak a word to him after he wrested the taser from her hands in the car and jutted it against her neck. She eats whatever he puts in front of her, but otherwise spends her days glued to the television, channel-hopping and hoping, he knows, to find some word or image of someone she would recognise.
This is the week when xander comes home, a bucket of KFC under one arm, to find Dawn lying on the bed, unmoving. By her side sits someone who looks vaguely familiar, although it takes Xander a full half-minute to place him.
"Xander," Graham says. "I've been looking for you." His eyes glitter in the half-light.
Xander is too busy looking at the mirror opposite the bed, where Dawn is lying unmoving there is no one, no one sat next to her at all.
He does not feel a thing.
Knights in White Boxers
Date: 2006-08-14 01:14 pm (UTC)erm...
nope, I have nothing. I surrender! Do you want to maybe come up with another one and I'll have another go??