sickle_stories: (Original)
Picking up where Time for Something Biblical left off, Chip is settling into life at Dean's camp and Icarus is struggling with the loss of his grace. But surviving in a post-apocalyptic world is hard when an Angel of Punishment if tracking them down.

Sequel to Time for Something Biblical (2009)

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sickle_stories: (Crack fics)
Title: Ninja Pirate Angel on a Zombie Unicorn
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 251
Disclaimer: Castiel, Dean, Chuck, and the Croatoan virus belong to Eric Kripke and the CW. Chip is mine, and I'm sure he regrets it.
Timeline: The End
Summary: [ profile] seschat demanded a prank!drabble for the following image:

Ninja Pirate Angel on a Zombie Unicorn )
sickle_stories: (Supernatural)
Title: The Blank Slate
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 1,268
Disclaimer: I like to play with other people's toys. These in particular belong to Eric Kripke and the CW.
Timeline: Lazarus Rising, The Third Man
Summary: You came back different and I can't stop seeing it. Sam watches Dean and thinks about the scars Dean lost by coming back from Hell and the ones he's gained.
Crossposts: [ profile] dean_sam here ; [ profile] spn_theboys here ; [ profile] spn_deanw's Weekly Recommendations' October 21, 2010 (Thanks!)

The Blank Slate )
sickle_stories: (Original)
Title: The Ballast Water Metaphor
Word Count: 372
A/N: One day I will write a story called Ballast Water and it may touch on concepts dealt with in this piece. However, this is not that story. This is just something I had to write. Quotes from Wiki.

The Ballast Water Metaphor )
sickle_stories: (Crack fics)
Title: Stonehenge Antimony
Fandom: Doctor Who, Stonehenge Apocalypse
Word Count: 2971
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their respective agents (which is to say, not me).
A/N: This is what happens when you watch The Pandorica Opens and Stonehenge Apocalypse the same weekend. Less crack and more philosophy than I was aiming for, and gods only know I tried to shut the Doctor up, but he just won't have it.
ETA: Basically, what [ profile] mizra's icon says:

Stonehenge Antimony )
sickle_stories: (Original)
Title: The Last Wild Angel
Summary: When angels fall, they burn. And sometimes, they’re caught.
Author's Note: Title from a sport’s clothing brand. What can I say, the plot bunny strikes from the most unusual places.
Word Count: 1277
ETA: Crossposted to [ profile] original_fic (here) and [ profile] fictionwriters (here) on June 26, 2010.

The Last Wild Angel )
sickle_stories: (Crack fics)
Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes, Ironman, House MD
A/N: I wrote this in comments to [ profile] seschat, running with her idea and sprinkling liberally with crack along the way. Blame [ profile] seschat and her entry for this, then, where she said, in a comment:
Also, have you ever pondered the similarites between Stark and Holmes? [...] Both are eccentric geniuses; both are supposedly heartless, but have a distinctly good core, a strong, brave, noble personality, a deeply rooted sense of right and wrong. And I'm totally realizing that could be said about a lot of fictional characters, but ... SOMETHING. Something was there that had me thinking all those thoughts, and considering writing crazy crossovers that wouldn't even be all that crazy because of the similarities!

ETA: crossposted to [ profile] holmeswatson09 (here) on June 19, 2010

Eliminate the Impossible

See, once upon a time, Sherlock Holmes was tinkering with Science and got caught in a really bright, somewhat itchy light. Moments later, he was on hands and knees - skinned knees, thank you very much - on the sidewalk of an equally bright and somewhat stinky city. It was the year two thousand-and-something and Holmes had no way of getting home and no Watson by his side, either.

So he decided, to hell with it, I'm going to drink. Then, somewhat drunk, he decided, to hell with it, I'm going to philander. And then the betting started...

To make a long story short, Holmes earned a whole lot of money and a whole lot more of a reputation. He changed his name to Tony Stark - it's a long story, involving palindromes, a pyromaniac and a three-legged bulldog and, oh yes, more liquor - and decided to live it up. He still kept tinkering, though. Maybe he'd manage to whisk Watson into this bright new era...


The day that Holmes-aka-Stark managed to get his bright-and-itchy time machine thingy working and rigged it to bring across his faithful sidekick, a fatal misspelling occured.

"What the hell?!?"


"Who - you - what?!?"

"You're not Dr Watson."

"The hell I am - I'm Wilson, also Doctor. What am I doing here?"

"I was trying to sort of...fax my friend from someplace. Damn. I'll have to try again..."

"I was in the middle of a consult!"

"How about a drink?"

"You just faxed me!"

"A strong drink."
sickle_stories: (Original)
A/N: This is just a drabble I wrote in lieu of an entry for Blog Like It's the End of the World Day.

The poor bastard stabbed me, what with I didn't find out until later. It was a screwdriver, one of those flat ones with a yellow and black striped handle. My chest made a little hissing sound when I pulled it out, like an air mattress being squeezed flat. He must've hit a lung - the right one because he'd been left-handed.

I tugged down the neck of my shirt and squinted at the wound, a jagged horizontal line just off-center, making me look like some sort of coin-operated mannequin. It wasn't bleeding. I prodded it, digging in a little and feeling the air flow out. I chewed on a fingernail. I'd like to say I did so thoughtfully, at least, but my mind was pretty blank at that point.

Somewhere to my right I heard a crash and a shout - broken window, probably. I turned and shuffled in the direction of the comotion, stepping over the screwdriver and its owner. I couldn't help a gurgling sort of moan as I walked - my right lung's death rattle. I chewed on a finger as I went, wondering if maybe I should've gotten the man's right hand instead.

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This, more than the absence of pain, finally cemented in my mind what had happened to me, made me revise and accept the new self-image.
sickle_stories: (Default)
Title: A Slip of Comet
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: Sam still thinks his plan of wrestling control back from Lucifer could work.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to CW's Supernatural. I just snuck them out to play for fun, never profit.
Author's Note: Title from Gerard Manley Hopkins' poem I Am Like a Slip of Comet (1864)
Word Count: 702
ETA: Crossposted to [ profile] dean_sam here

A Slip of Comet )
sickle_stories: (Default)

Kitty Attack (Word Count: 518)
Summary: Trapped by telekinesis, Sylar's next victim writhed on the floor, mewling intelligibly. (A response to this challenge)


All Things Copper (Word Count: 3,219)
Summary: Events from Shuttle One’s point of view as they return to a bloodied Serenity.

Undertow (Word Count: 1,777)
Summary: Simon and River recall her sessions at the academy.

Insomnia (Word Count: 730)
Summary: and Mal are settling down for a two-point watch through the night, and Simon's volunteered. The boys talk.


(Apple Pie Is) Freakin' Worth It (Word Count: 529)
Summary: The Winchesters' various flavours of comfort.

A Slip of Coment (Word Count: 702)
Summary: Sam still thinks his plan of wrestling control back from Lucifer could work.

The Blank Slate (Word Count: 1,268)
Summary: You came back different and I can't stop seeing it.

The Dark Knight:

Green and Purple Argyle, Of All Things, Or: Covetting the Joker's Socks (Word Count: 978)
Summary: The Joker in the holding cell from another criminal's point of view.

Once Upon a Time In Mexico:

Back to Broadway (Word Count: 444)
Summary: Crack. Bare-foot boys (who may or may not have been selling Chiclet gum) promptly riffle through passengers' luggage.


Sherlock Holmes/Iron Man/House: Eliminate the Impossible (Word Count: 256)

Doctor Who/Stonehenge Apocalypse: Stonehenge Antinomy (Word Count: 2969)


Bejewlled Roses (Word Count: 1,352)

The Last Wild Angel (Word Count: 1,2747) - LOCKED
Summary: [deleted]

The Ballast Water Metaphor (Word Count: 372)

The Ballast Water Metaphor (Word Count: 372)


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sickle_stories: (Default)
Fandom: Supernatural
A/N: I have no idea what this is, whether fic or self-insert or hurt/comfort or pep-talk. It is, though, the first thing I may've written all year. What it also is, is the Winchesters' various flavours of comfort.

There was a crumpled figure on the bed. John set a chair by it and, with a sigh, sank down heavily, all grace gone with his joints after a lifetime of falls and punches. )
sickle_stories: (Crack fics)
Disclaimer: The Joker and The Dark Knight belongs to DC Comics. I just like to play.
A/N: Referencing this screencap, although we'll pretend the grating doesn't go all the way down to the floor. Better-suiting titles would be awesome, and I'm sorry if the POV sounds like he's from a gazillion different places at once.
Dedication: To [ profile] capn_mactastic, for the initial image and general awesomeness.

Green and Purple Argyle, Of All Things
Or: Covetting the Joker's Socks

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sickle_stories: (Original)
Well-Worn Hand (Track 10)
A/N: Something I wish I had.

Being friends, we took turns holding each others hands, took turns falling or pulling the other up, dusting each other off and telling reassuring lies. Our hands were always outstretched, gripped, fingers and life-lines melding into the other, curling and resting in time-honoured places, my thumb resting just so, your index pressing there, always the same. We've been holding hands for so long, one would think they'd be immune to the passage of time and blunders, wrapped up in mutual gloves of friendship. But our childhood grips gain strength and subtlety with experience, turn paper-dry or slippery-wet, callouses and scars decorating familiar skin. Still, it is your hand, your well-worn hand, in mine, and I'll keep holding it for the rest of our time.

When Anger Shows (Track 5)

There were scuff marks on the floor, deep gouges on the table, smeared footprints on the wall. Pens lay strewn on the ground like an abandoned game of pick-up sticks. The duvet lay in crumpled restlessness at the foot of the bed, a pillow half-consumed beneath it. The figure standing in the doorway took the room at a glance, a practiced reader of such cryptography, and quietly shut the door again.

Smokers Outside Hospital Doors (Track 1)
A/N: Sometimes you just need a break.

The smoke doesn't cover the ghost if the distinctly medical smell - all tepid green and listless blue - and the nicotine rush harly soothes the right nerves. They stand aroud, in twos or threes, swaying pendulously from one foot to the other or pacing slowly with great sweeping steps, feet hovering endlessly before coming down in defeat. Their faces are inexpressive beyond the basics of exhaustion, closed off and focued entirely on the column of ash, the column of smoke and the pillar at their backs. A couple minutes' peace, a moment of respite in which they give themselves entirely over to their bodies, their small habits and rituals done without thought, canceling out the need for thought. They put time at a standstill even as it burns, because some things will never wait for you, wait for you to be ready, to be strong, to be willing, to be there. They come outside and cup these small offerings of time, time spent not-waiting that might have instead been spent waiting, watching, hoping or breaking. These white cylinders of measured time, modern incense sticks, have no god in mind, but the prayer is clear: "Please", they whisper as they burn, "just give me a minute."
sickle_stories: (Original)
Here, have some emo!drama. Some bit of the writting I really like, though the overall "Woe! Oh, woe!" is a bit much. Still, pretty.

And then she said that it had to end. )
sickle_stories: (Firefly)
Title: All Things Copper
Summary: Events from Shuttle One’s point of view as they return to a bloodied Serenity.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers/Timeline: Out of Gas, between the leaving of the shuttles and Mal waking up
Disclaimer: People, places and things (in this story, at least) belong to Joss Whedon. All of “London” belongs to William Blake. Infringement for recreational purposes only.
Author's Note: First completed and posted fanfic, Firefly or otherwise. Much thanks to Kit-kat for her beta.

Posted to [ profile] beforeserenity and [ profile] ff_fanfic on 2006-06-12.

All Things Copper )
sickle_stories: (Crack fics)
Listening to Broadway by the Goo Goo Dolls, my train of thought immediately pulled up at the OUaTiM station where bare-foot boys (who may or may not have been selling Chiclet gum) promptly riffled through passengers' luggage.

The metaphor promptly ran away with me and made a Crack!Fic )


Feb. 4th, 2007 02:09 pm
sickle_stories: (Firefly)
Title: Undertow
Timeline: None
Word Count: 1,754
Rating: General
Summary: Simon and River recall her sessions at the academy.
Beta: [ profile] stormkpr and [ profile] wildannuette

A/N: A response to all those pill-popping, syringe-happy, uncaring Simon's I've seen in Rayne fics and an experimentation of sorts in regards to style. Many thanks to my lovely betas.

Disclaimer: People, places and things in this story belong to Joss Whedon. Quotes are from the R.Tam Sessions and E.E.Cummings'"your little voice". References to the Hippocratic oath. Infringement for recreational purposes only.

Posted to [ profile] firefly_fiction, [ profile] beforeserenity, [ profile] fireflyfanfic, [ profile] ff_fanfic

Undertow )
sickle_stories: (Original)
Charles "Chip" northrup sank down into the driver's seat and thumbed the lock. The echoing clicks of the passenger- and backdoors locking mixed in with the thrumming of the rain on the roof. Chip glanced out the passenger window at the motel lights, distorted somewhat by the rain. Read more... )
sickle_stories: (Crack fics)
A/N: A sad little crack!fic about a lonely little goat, who just happens to be the personification of all things evil.

Warning: Do not take seriously.

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