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Year in review meme
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blubeagle, a different take on the first line meme. This is everything I worked on in 2006, finished or not. This version is a bit more cheerful.
"Aconite & Rue" (finished)
One gibbous-mooned night, the last days of winter still holding fast, the wild things gathered in the Forest to dance.
"And in the Living Rock, Still She Sings" (finished)
In a cavern beneath the skin of the world, she sings.
"Blue Valentine" (finished)
John Valentine drove into Dallas with twilight at his back.
"Bone Garden" (unfinished)
They found the girl unconscious on the doorstep an hour before dawn.
"Catch" (unfinished)
I jump, knowing she will catch me.
"Diamond Dogs" (unfinished)
The nightmares came with the fog, rolling off the harbor, creeping through the streets and seeping damp beneath doors and windowpanes.
"Fathom" (unfinished)
The message came on the morning tide, in a bottle sealed with wax. I come ashore tonight, it read. If you will see me, give a sign.
"Flotsam" (finished)
Three long days in Connemara, and on that third summer-short night Rebecca Killian admits a truth to herself. She's come home to die.
"The Garden, the Moon, the Wall" (finished)
The ghosts follow Sephie to work again that day.
"The Tenderness of Jackals" (unfinished)
The train chases the setting sun, but can't catch it.
"Winter Coats" (finished)
The wind is full of wolves.
"Wounded in the Wing" (unfinished)
The prey never sees her coming until it's too late.
The Drowning City (unfinished)
Symir. The Drowning City. An exile, perhaps, but at least an interesting one.
The King of Moths (unfinished)
The cave swallowed light and left no bones.
Pinion (unfinished)
Lila ran, and darkness followed.
Prayers to Broken Stone (unfinished)
In an apartment on the rue du Dragon, Holly sits beside an open window and watches the rain.
Spiral (unfinished)
The sky hangs dark and swollen overhead, scraping its belly over the spires of Prague.
And the two yet-untitled stories that have jumped on me so far this year:
Carcosa Thing
Rae wakes on the shore of the lake, gagging on fetid black water. The bacchante killed her again.
Blind Fairy Thing
The fairy girl woke to darkness. She had woken to darkness every day for three years, ever since the Queen of Thorns stole her eyes, but this was different.
blubeagle, a different take on the first line meme. This is everything I worked on in 2006, finished or not. This version is a bit more cheerful."Aconite & Rue" (finished)
One gibbous-mooned night, the last days of winter still holding fast, the wild things gathered in the Forest to dance.
"And in the Living Rock, Still She Sings" (finished)
In a cavern beneath the skin of the world, she sings.
"Blue Valentine" (finished)
John Valentine drove into Dallas with twilight at his back.
"Bone Garden" (unfinished)
They found the girl unconscious on the doorstep an hour before dawn.
"Catch" (unfinished)
I jump, knowing she will catch me.
"Diamond Dogs" (unfinished)
The nightmares came with the fog, rolling off the harbor, creeping through the streets and seeping damp beneath doors and windowpanes.
"Fathom" (unfinished)
The message came on the morning tide, in a bottle sealed with wax. I come ashore tonight, it read. If you will see me, give a sign.
"Flotsam" (finished)
Three long days in Connemara, and on that third summer-short night Rebecca Killian admits a truth to herself. She's come home to die.
"The Garden, the Moon, the Wall" (finished)
The ghosts follow Sephie to work again that day.
"The Tenderness of Jackals" (unfinished)
The train chases the setting sun, but can't catch it.
"Winter Coats" (finished)
The wind is full of wolves.
"Wounded in the Wing" (unfinished)
The prey never sees her coming until it's too late.
The Drowning City (unfinished)
Symir. The Drowning City. An exile, perhaps, but at least an interesting one.
The King of Moths (unfinished)
The cave swallowed light and left no bones.
Pinion (unfinished)
Lila ran, and darkness followed.
Prayers to Broken Stone (unfinished)
In an apartment on the rue du Dragon, Holly sits beside an open window and watches the rain.
Spiral (unfinished)
The sky hangs dark and swollen overhead, scraping its belly over the spires of Prague.
And the two yet-untitled stories that have jumped on me so far this year:
Carcosa Thing
Rae wakes on the shore of the lake, gagging on fetid black water. The bacchante killed her again.
Blind Fairy Thing
The fairy girl woke to darkness. She had woken to darkness every day for three years, ever since the Queen of Thorns stole her eyes, but this was different.
