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Project: Summerwrite. 150,000 words written between May and August of 2008.
(1) A Servant of Duty [Genre: Historical Romance, Regency]
(2) Ret-Con [Genre: Science Fiction/PWP]

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001. Beginnings.
002. Middles.
003. Ends.
004. Insides.
005. Outsides.

006. Hours.
007. Days.
008. Weeks.
009. Months.
010. Years.

011. Red.
012. Orange.
013. Yellow.
014. Green.
015. Blue.

016. Purple.
017.Brown.
018. Black.
019. White.
020.Colourless.

021. Friends.
022. Enemies.
023. Lovers.
024. Family.
025. Strangers.

026. Teammates.
027.Parents.
028. Children.
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Death by Murder, My Dear Watson
A Sherlock Mini-Bang fic on Tumblr. Co-authored by singthestars
Find it at AO3, here

Summary:
John, on the other hand, still tastes metal. When he sleeps, it is no longer the harsh grit of sand and rock that fills his mouth, no longer gunpowder and sun-cracked lips. Instead, he tastes blood.Notes ( Read more... )

Death by Murder, My Dear Watson
A Sherlock Mini-Bang fic on Tumblr. Co-authored by singthestars
Find it at AO3, here

Summary:
John, on the other hand, still tastes metal. When he sleeps, it is no longer the harsh grit of sand and rock that fills his mouth, no longer gunpowder and sun-cracked lips. Instead, he tastes blood.Notes ( Read more... )

tin men ( Read more... )

hell has made its home in my belly ( Read more... )

Fall ( Read more... )

( A quiet suburban cul-de-sac. A child's bicycle lies on its side, one wheel slowly turning. )

( An art opening at a lavish downtown gallery. A car crashes through the plate glass window. The driver's door opens, and an eight-year-old girl steps out. )

i remember them in lines of poetry. strange, isn't it? that they should fit so neatly into journal entries or memoirs as lines of poetry ( Read more... )