“Explorers have always paid a price to step beyond the bounds of the known and into the glorious expanse. We knew the risks, we just didn’t know all the risks. But we never would have– There’s no way to move forward without that leap of faith.
So I’m sorry. I truly am, not that you’ll ever believe me. I meant for this to happen, I just didn’t mean for it to happy like this. You can’t take back the past, not yet, so we move forward.
It’s what they would have wanted– still want. They are still a part of this, even if you can’t see how.”
I’ve been slowly organizing my fan fiction so I have a complete archive on this blog (and on Google Docs) of all the finished and unfinished fics. Currently the stories are scattered around my hard drive, several online archives, and my old website without any rhyme or reason. Figured it would be best if I had one master copy of them, so here we are.
It was an easy roll to start out with. I made homepages for each of the fandoms, folders on Google Docs, templates for posting… and started trying to track down every copy I could find. I knew there were a lot of older things out there that weren’t properly archived anywhere, but I figured it wouldn’t be too impossible a task.
I was so so wrong.
‘Verse: Tales of the Drunken Unicorn
Length/Rating: 100 words, PG, Gen
Summary: They’re wolves that would be men. (or: Why I need yet another type of werewolf– Because reasons.)
1. I wished on a star once and it came true… I’ve spent the rest of my life being careful never to wish again.
2. The horses that live in the valley are sacred, sworn to the service of the God Under the Mountain. When the boy-king’s armies march down from the mountains, he orders them slaughtered in the name of a new god and the rivers run with blood.
3. Her fingers dance over the keyboards, redefining friend and foe as the station’s AI slowly wakes from hibernation.
4. “I thought I’d forgotten you,” he reached out, but dropped his hand before he could touch her face. “I thought that you’d faded away, but you pop-up when I least expect it.”
5. The snow hisses as it strikes the ground.
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“I have no idea what I was thinking,” the Writer said as she looked over the story notes for Three Tequila, Floor. “This doesn’t make sense at all.”
“That seems pretty par for the course with your writing,” pointed out Terry as the dhampir resigned himself to appearing in the MuseFic. “I suppose this means I have to help untangle the plotlines.” He moved so he could read over the Writer’s shoulder.
There was a long pause.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. I thought you said you had an outline.”
(Ye Olde MuseFic follows, sussing out motivations and plot holes– thus Spoilers Ahead!)