sickle_stories

Drabbles to an original fic in progress.

Summary: Those from Above forgot the pact, and those from Below want to break it. This deals with Upworlders and Those of the Dark, the age-long pact that few remember and some want to break. It also deals with the unwritten pact that forms between one from Above and one from Below, and the blood shed between them.

The Pact - Do you know how we make pacts, bird?

The Doves - The candle did little to light the vast darkness: that was not its purpose.

The Guard's Candle - She would not sully her skin with a half-victory or mercy, place her word out for others to see.

Birdie in a Cage - It’s been such a long time since I had a new toy.

Truce - She is curious about colours. The red of blood, the velvet-blue of a night sky, the colours of a fire...

Fear The Stars - Those lights, they had moved, and they were brighter, sharper, than they had been.

Above Ground - Upstairs, outside, under the sky: here he was master of the two.

Turn-About - She was all speed now, ducking and weaving, cutting when she could.

300 Dilios fanfic - Chapter: One Man Army

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Servants of the Dark ( Read more... )

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All those time-traveling occasionally-or-cyclically amnesiac Mary Sue stories deserve this sorry little quote from “The Traveler and the Tale”, by Jane Yolen, in Sister Emily’s Lightship and Other Stories:

I am a traveler,” she would cry out, and weep.

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I really ought to make the whole Floyd subclause of A Tricky Business into an original story. By which I mean, the whole Floyd-backstory, his entrepreneurial aspirations and pimping-on-the-side.

Consider:

Names found in the staff of the film The Number 23:

Rainer Wolfe

Degrees of Freedom:

“My father was the Keeper of the Truth.”
“But that truth has been revealed.”

Upstairs, outside, under the sky: here he was master of the two. Even though they never walked about by day, the star-studded night-sky was too high-up, too smooth and too cold to resemble an earthy tunnel. She couldn’t bear the horizon or the breezes that traveled from a distance. It was the utmost freedom of the sky that caged her to his wishes. Unfortunately, they did not go outside often. Everything was too far away up there, and she feared that the same perception would be applied to him.

( She could never understand anything. )

He’d been captured by these people of the dark, strange creatures who lived in extensive tunnels and shunned the outside world, particularly in the bright hours. During his brief trips outside with the creature he’d set up his trap. He’d managed to contain her, being slightly merciful in trapping her someplace dark, and went, free now, to alert his people.

( There would be pain. )

"She’ll carelessly cut you and laugh while you’re bleeding.", from “She’s always a woman to me”

( It's been such a long time since I had a new toy. )

Down the far tunnel a light approached him and in came a small man. Not young, but stunted from a life of malnutrition. He wore a black mark on his lips. As he stood guard over the days, Bird observed him for want of other distraction. The man never spoke when others came to him and his black mark never faded though he would often rub at it absently.

( Birdie forgot how many he had lit. )

Tagline: Those from Above forgot the pact, and those from Below want to break it.

Summary: This deals with Upworlders and Those of the Dark, the age-long pact that few remember and some want to break. It also deals with the unwritten pact that forms between one from Above and one from Below, and the blood shed between them

Note: Snippets have a wonderful way of telling their own story without really requiring the blanks in the middle to be told.

( We do not write on scrolls; they burn too easily. )

Gadril had never understood the prophecy that hailed a time of change “when the doves cry”. ( That was before he found the barn-door half shut one evening. )