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Fiction Master Post
Okay... I think I need to organize and stuff...
All fiction is under the link. Obviously. ;)
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Attaining Skill
These are not mine (just found then on the net), but I think it holds true. Posting them here so I can find them again later when I need to remind myself.
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FIC: Supernatural: Recrudesence Master Post
Title: Recrudescence
Author: ghost4
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, it's set-up, or it's characters. This is a fan-work, and I'm receiving no money. Any similarity to anyone living, dead, or wandering the earth in ghostly torment is completely coincidental.
Synopsis: What happened after everything didn't end. Starts as a missing scene from ( Read more... ) -
FIC: Supernatural: Recrudesence 16 - 17
Title: Recrudescence
Author: ghost4
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Author's notes: These were all original ideas when I first had them way back when. I swear. But being a half-fast (or half-assed ;) writer means that sometimes things look stale and lame by the time you get to the end. *sigh*
And I'll say it yet again, because it can't be said ( Read more... ) -
FIC: Supernatural: Recrudesence 15 - 17
Title: Recrudescence
Author: ghost4
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I do own a ‘Vampire Attraction Candle’ a friend bought for me from a hoodoo shop in New Orleans, once. So I may own something supernatural. But I doubt it works, really, so probably not.
Author's notes: Fight! Fight! Fight! Or something.
And I'll say it again: Thanks to ( Read more... ) -
FIC: Supernatural: Recrudesence 12 - 17
We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on sit in judgment of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song.
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and ( Read more... ) -
FIC: Supernatural: Recrudesence 11 - 17
Whatsoever I've feared has come to life.
Whatsoever I've fought off became my life.
Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile,
Sunspots have faded, and now I'm doing time
’Cause I fell on black days.
Whomsoever I've cured, I've sickened now.
Whomsoever I've cradled, I've put you down.
I'm a search light soul they say, but I can't see it in ( Read more... )