I'm a reformed Caffiend, 41, female, married plus one, no pets, no plants - and with a tentative hold on what little sanity I have left :) I am also trying to get my life into some form of recognizable order.
Off and on over the past few years I've suffered from varying stages of writer's block (better known as RMS - runaway muse syndrome) and comments are always helpful *hint, hint*!
I enjoy reading and writing fic - fan fiction or original. I play mostly within the Dark Angel sandbox when writing but I'll read from a larger pool. I have a pretty simple rule when it comes to reading: if it's done well, I'll take a chance on pretty much anything (at least once.)
I've been in the game since 2003 and only started branching out into original works in the past couple years. One day I hope to take it further than the few drabbles and ficlets I have authored.
Fandoms I have written for:
+ Dark Angel
+ Dune
+ Gilmore Girls
+ Harry Potter
+ Spooks
+ Supernatural
Anyway, you're here now - enjoy the ficcage and be sure to share your thoughts!
Max's thoughts on her choices and actions in the aftermath of a fight with Alec. Original Poetry and prose
Max angst in the form of a poem. Max is just being...Max. In response to faithrss's 'Hollow Shadows' link within. recommend reading that first, thought not required
Max allows herself to wonder 'What if' 100word drabble.
He dared not grieve openly.
MA ::my heart constricts painfully, thinking of him, shrouded in the shadows shifting on my walls:: Max angst
AlecOther. 100word drabble. Alec meets Miilaina for the first time.
He really was a man of his word. @From the Aegis series.
He was more than a man.
The title says it all.
It's Christmas, and Dean is wallowing in memories.
Season 1 setting, shortly after Jessica's death. A step up from my first SPN fic. This is canon compliant, sort of a behind or between the scenes story that focuses on Dean and his memories of his family in happier times. Brief appearance by Sam and a bit of that brotherly love we adore so much.
Dean's secret thoughts about Sam are different that you may have imagined.
Rory gives her string-less, not-quite relationship some serious thought... Sorta.
Good breeding masks true feeling.
And one more would fall.
It was enough.
He was old beyond his years.
Looking into her face now, he decided that his original assessment was right on the mark. Her face was screwed up in rage, lips running a silent litany of what he assumed to be curses.
It’s different if you pull the trigger.
"I refused to believe that we had exchanged one prison for another, for what kind of life is it if you're constantly hiding in the wings?" (post-AJBAC but pre-S2)
What is shared (or not, as may be the case) in confidence, should be kept in confidence. ...Right?
Only Alec can really hear.
A 'Heat' inspired poem. Implied M/A.
Author confesses her secret... (Short ramble, humor)
Two factions are at war; one vying for ultimate control and world domination, the other trying to prevent it. The game is more complex than you might have imagined and not all the players are what they seem. How do our favorite characters factor into everything?
Max gives Alec a gift that costs her happiness but ensures his