table of contents
all fanfiction is archived over here.
Original fiction
A Good Man. Why is it always the long-lost prince that has to overthrow the tyrant?
Antipathy. There's no real reason for her to dislike him.
Gray Day. There are no words to express....
The Scent of Apricots. All the empty places left behind.
Things Go Bump In the Night. Spatulas, paper towels, amnesia.
Umbrella. Well, he could always spend the night at the library.
Fantasy
Down the Arches of the Years. Pursuer, pursued. An unending chase.
Corbel & Squinch's Universal Compendium of Everything (original snippet). Odd, Ian didn’t sound like he was joking.
Corbel & Squinch's Universal Compendium of Everything (unfinished, for NaNoWriMo '06). one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | fragments
Postmarked. Want to send a postcard to your family, but don’t want them to know that you actually went to Glitz City? Afraid of being tracked down by creditors? Mail it here first, include the appropriate postage and a dollar per page, and we’ll send it off. No fuss, and no way for it to be traced back to you.
Roses and Magic: a how-to guide.
Silly
Nanny Goats. A question of definition.
On the Care and Feeding of Mammoths. George’s da was the first one to recover, although it was a while before he said anything printable. He wasn’t really angry, just shocked and a little worried about his sheep.
Oops. The perils of the untamed kitchen.
Original fiction
A Good Man. Why is it always the long-lost prince that has to overthrow the tyrant?
Antipathy. There's no real reason for her to dislike him.
Gray Day. There are no words to express....
The Scent of Apricots. All the empty places left behind.
Things Go Bump In the Night. Spatulas, paper towels, amnesia.
Umbrella. Well, he could always spend the night at the library.
Fantasy
Down the Arches of the Years. Pursuer, pursued. An unending chase.
Corbel & Squinch's Universal Compendium of Everything (original snippet). Odd, Ian didn’t sound like he was joking.
Corbel & Squinch's Universal Compendium of Everything (unfinished, for NaNoWriMo '06). one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | fragments
Postmarked. Want to send a postcard to your family, but don’t want them to know that you actually went to Glitz City? Afraid of being tracked down by creditors? Mail it here first, include the appropriate postage and a dollar per page, and we’ll send it off. No fuss, and no way for it to be traced back to you.
Roses and Magic: a how-to guide.
Silly
Nanny Goats. A question of definition.
On the Care and Feeding of Mammoths. George’s da was the first one to recover, although it was a while before he said anything printable. He wasn’t really angry, just shocked and a little worried about his sheep.
Oops. The perils of the untamed kitchen.