All I can really say is please don't make fun of me. If it makes you feel better, don't think of it as HP fanfiction. Think of it as shoebox_project fanfiction. Because honestly, that's who I'm working off here. Some of the details - well, all of them - are from memory, because I couldn't be arsed to fact-check with either Rowling or SBP's ( Read more... )

Miriam

You don't know me
from Adam,
but it doesn't matter.
Watching you dance,
lightens my heart --
the way you clearly
couldn't be happier
than you are right now.
Your smile is a
permanent puzzle,
and your whole face
speaks of confused joy,
as if you are not sure
how you came to be here,
but have decided
you are too happy
to care.

Yup. Here you go. Many of your suggestions for responses were used, entirely or in part. Thanks! Someone needs to teach me how to use cuts in Rich text...

Petgirl

“Just what do you expect me to do, David?” Her voice was a quiet, dangerous variant of a yell that should have frightened the man she was speaking to out of his wits. The fury in her gray ( Read more... )

Okay, so I lied about Beltane. Sorry. Petgirls took over my brain.  Marika is, to my surprise, already spoken for by a rather charming girl I dance with. She seemed quite insistent, so what choice did I have? Despite looking completely different, she's rather like who I imagine Sophie to be.

This has no title. I'm sorry.

“Just what do you expect me ( Read more... )

Beltane again. There's not much of it, but I wanted to let you know that I'm not entirely useless and have actually been writing. Once I finish it, you get a story about people as pets. Dee is to blame for that one too.

Also a horse stepped on me and it hurts.

“I can’t believe you,” muttered the brunette, her voice muffled as she pulled off her ( Read more... )

I told you that it wouldn't be what you expected, demon. I have it all planned out, though, and you'll enjoy it.

Beltane

“Cass.”

“Mmmgrgg.”

“Cass, wake up.”

“’Snodeven ligh’ d’out,” muttered the young woman. She ignored her partner’s nudging, and pulled the sheets tighter around her slender body so that only her hair showed above them. When ( Read more... )

Untitled (someday we’ll keep house together)

someday we’ll keep house together;

you know it’s true.

you’ll bustle and laugh,

and kick me out of the kitchen,

pretending to fuss

when I sneak back in,

and I’ll know you don’t mean it.

if you’ll fold the clothes,

I’ll wash and dry them;

cleaning bathrooms relaxes me,

and taking out the ( Read more... )

do not try to hold him.
he will not be held.
his great black body
will heave underneath you;
let it.
take the motion
into yourself.
when he surges forward,
surge with him,
and when he rears
(and he will),
reach up the arch
of his heavy neck
and grasp his tangled mane --
wind your long fingers in, and
feel the thunder of his heart
between your knees

when she walks past the carousel,
the horses turn their heavy heads,
shake manes that are suddenly free,
snort and blow through nostrils
that have never tasted air.
they stretch carved legs,
feel the wind ruffle their fur,
and stare blinking at the sun
they are seeing for the first time.

The Unicorn Defense

My sister is only nine months older than me. When I say nine months, I mean nine months to the day. Once I was old enough to understand the implications of this, it gave me a bit of a skewed outlook on the world. Either she was such a perfect child from the second she was born that they instantly wanted another one, or she ( Read more... )