Feb. 19th, 2007
Poem: Two For a Penny
Feb. 19th, 2007 01:09 pmThis revolution is the solution
or maybe just an illusion, baby.
It's just like a bomb diffusion,
dainty and fair.
You'd sell your life for a taste of it, darling,**
and spend every last penny
on a repeat of the show.
Don't know what I'd do if I were you
but one thing's sure:***
I'd never put my soul at stake.
But who am I to say,
I tried to trade my heart away
but no one would give me theirs.
An old woman at the fair told me
they all taste the same anyways.
There's no appetite left in me.
* To my mind, there's a bit of a change of subject here, because the "it" isn't the revolution.
** This is where I started directing the lines a bit.
or maybe just an illusion, baby.
It's just like a bomb diffusion,
dainty and fair.
You'd sell your life for a taste of it, darling,**
and spend every last penny
on a repeat of the show.
Don't know what I'd do if I were you
but one thing's sure:***
I'd never put my soul at stake.
But who am I to say,
I tried to trade my heart away
but no one would give me theirs.
An old woman at the fair told me
they all taste the same anyways.
There's no appetite left in me.
* To my mind, there's a bit of a change of subject here, because the "it" isn't the revolution.
** This is where I started directing the lines a bit.
Poem: Two For a Penny
Feb. 19th, 2007 01:09 pmThis revolution is the solution
or maybe just an illusion, baby.
It's just like a bomb diffusion,
dainty and fair.
You'd sell your life for a taste of it, darling,**
and spend every last penny
on a repeat of the show.
Don't know what I'd do if I were you
but one thing's sure:***
I'd never put my soul at stake.
But who am I to say,
I tried to trade my heart away
but no one would give me theirs.
An old woman at the fair told me
they all taste the same anyways.
There's no appetite left in me.
* To my mind, there's a bit of a change of subject here, because the "it" isn't the revolution.
** This is where I started directing the lines a bit.
or maybe just an illusion, baby.
It's just like a bomb diffusion,
dainty and fair.
You'd sell your life for a taste of it, darling,**
and spend every last penny
on a repeat of the show.
Don't know what I'd do if I were you
but one thing's sure:***
I'd never put my soul at stake.
But who am I to say,
I tried to trade my heart away
but no one would give me theirs.
An old woman at the fair told me
they all taste the same anyways.
There's no appetite left in me.
* To my mind, there's a bit of a change of subject here, because the "it" isn't the revolution.
** This is where I started directing the lines a bit.
The First Time They Saw Her
Feb. 19th, 2007 01:29 pmA fic about the scientists who first went to Miranda and what they found there.
Calls for a number of action scenes once Reavers are introduced, pseudo-science-babble and must, by definition, be based entirely on original characters. (Plus the scientist we see as a hologram in Serenity.)
Ends with events just prior to Last Surivivor realizing she is alone and deciding to record event anyway.
Calls for a number of action scenes once Reavers are introduced, pseudo-science-babble and must, by definition, be based entirely on original characters. (Plus the scientist we see as a hologram in Serenity.)
Ends with events just prior to Last Surivivor realizing she is alone and deciding to record event anyway.
The First Time They Saw Her
Feb. 19th, 2007 01:29 pmA fic about the scientists who first went to Miranda and what they found there.
Calls for a number of action scenes once Reavers are introduced, pseudo-science-babble and must, by definition, be based entirely on original characters. (Plus the scientist we see as a hologram in Serenity.)
Ends with events just prior to Last Surivivor realizing she is alone and deciding to record event anyway.
Calls for a number of action scenes once Reavers are introduced, pseudo-science-babble and must, by definition, be based entirely on original characters. (Plus the scientist we see as a hologram in Serenity.)
Ends with events just prior to Last Surivivor realizing she is alone and deciding to record event anyway.
OUaTiM: Back to Broadway
Feb. 19th, 2007 02:17 pmListening 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 )
( The metaphor promptly ran away with me and made a Crack!Fic )
OUaTiM: Back to Broadway
Feb. 19th, 2007 02:17 pmListening 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 )
( The metaphor promptly ran away with me and made a Crack!Fic )
All Things Copper
Feb. 19th, 2007 07:45 pmTitle: 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
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( 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.
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All Things Copper
Feb. 19th, 2007 07:45 pmTitle: 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
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ff_fanfic on 2006-06-12.
( 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.
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