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31 August 2011 @ 10:08 pm
the never-ending chase
What if the locket hadn't been a locket at all? What if, instead, it was a pocketwatch? A strange golden pocketwatch, engraved with interlocked circles, that held inside it the hopes and fears of an entire universe...

A year ago, our friend Harry was as… well, normal as a wizard could be. A year ago, Harry Potter - the boy who lived - remembered who he really was. His real name is the Doctor. He’s got a little box that’s bigger on the inside, that can travel through time and space. Voldemort still has his horcruxes, and a man called The Master is helping him. He’s after us, and we’ve been running ever since.

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31 August 2011 @ 10:00 pm

the never-ending chase

|| prologue || October 30, 1981 ||
In which Albus Dumbledore has a strange encounter.

|| chapter one || September 2, 1997 ||
In which a locket is not a locket.

|| chapter two || October 10, 1980 ||
In which the Death Eaters have a new commander.

|| chapter three || The next morning ||
In which Ron thinks of something before Hermione.

|| chapter four || Later that night ||
In which the Doctor begins to be not entirely honest. 

|| chapter five || Loch an Eilein ||
In which the TARDIS appears.

|| chapter six || April 14, 1927 ||
In which Burke is a mean old man.

|| chapter seven || September 4, 1997 ||
In which Borgin is a meaner older man.

|| chapter eight || The next day ||
In which time is not happy with the Doctor.

|| chapter nine || Hogwarts Library ||
In which Luna is always listening.

|| chapter ten || Later ||
In which the Doctor once again is an idiot.

|| chapter eleven || Later still (in progress) ||

23 June 2010 @ 12:49 pm
Is there something you want to say?
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Say it here.

There is a new postsecret community for those involved in Doctor Who and Torchwood roleplays on twitter. I created this community for anyone and everyone involved in all the roleplays to use. You can find me here, or here, if you have any problems or questions.

You can post anonymously; you don't have to join. All I ask is that your secrets relate to the roleplay. You can post your secrets in picture or text form.

For inspiration, interest, or a further understand of the idea of postsecrets, here is the original postsecret site.
Dean Winchester, Hover Car Racer
PG, GEN. 7552 WORDS.
Part race-car driver, part fighter pilot, all superstar. Dean Winchester is a hover car racer.

So, I just finished season four of Supernatural and I happened to re-read Matthew Reilly's 'Hover Car Racer' at the same time.
Ding. Fic idea.

Might be continued, though it can stand alone.

No previous knowledge of the book or TV series is necessary, everything is explained/glossed.
Characters and universe are not mine.

At seventeen years old, Dean Winchester was a prodigy. There was no one else like him in America. Quite possibly the entire Northern Hemisphere.

Not only was he young and brilliant and good-looking, but he was well on his way to becoming world-famous in a very narrow, competitive field of other young, brilliant, good-looking people. But Dean Winchester had one thing going for him that his fellow competitors did not. That one thing, that spark that shot him to victory every time, was the fact that he simply had nowhere else to go other than onwards.

Ever onwards.


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04 June 2010 @ 03:11 pm
So, I'm reviewing Nightlight for an assignment, and I'm wondering if this is sounding okay so far. It's half done: 350 words down, 350 to go done. What do you think?

A bite of humour

By The Harvard Lampoon
HarperCollins, 154pp, $14.99

UNFORTUNATELY for those of us hoping it would quietly fade away once the book series had painfully plodded to its conclusion, the ‘Twilight Saga’ has become a cult phenomenon and a box office smash hit to rival the likes of Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings.

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05 September 2009 @ 12:09 pm
Every single princess on the planet prayed to be invited to the ball. Perhaps that was a slight exaggeration, but surely this many royal women could not all be squeezed into an area any smaller than the planet. Mouse has counted nineteen already, and the influx of coaches and boats - and swimmers across the moat - has yet to abate.

"You'd think the ball was tonight, what with all their - frippery and - and lace," she mutters. The footman unloading the carriage's back dumped a suitcase in her outstretched hands, glaring at her and looking pointedly at the fine Queen and King disembarking from the carriage proper. Mouse shut up.

"It is rather awful, isn't it," the lord said agreeably.

Mouse gave him a restrained smile - she wasn't allowed to talk to the nobility - and fled. She was carrying the lord's suitcase, though, so she couldn't escape him. They met up again at his and his lady's rooms. Mouse set the suitcase down at the end of one of the twin beds. She frowned at the beds; the King of Tardis was young, handsome, in the prime of life, as was his lady Queen. For what reason would they have separate beds?

The lord dumped another bag on the bed. "We don't sleep together," he told Mouse, like she was a real person instead of just a maidservant. He must have mistaken Mouse's confused look for - well, confusion - because he clarified. "My wife and I."

"Just tell everyone, why don't you," said the Queen, wrestling her bag from the footman and putting it down on the floor herself.

The King shrugged his velvet-clad shoulders. "It's not exactly a secret, Mara." The King's personal manservant entered, then, and with a haughty sniff and a wave of his hands, Mouse was sent scurrying.
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28 August 2009 @ 10:50 pm
Check this out. It's all book canon. May be useful for anyone wanting to know more about the Doctor and his friends back in school.

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31 July 2009 @ 12:20 am
So I'm entering a short story contest and they gave me no guidelines aside from 'due on Sunday'. I have been agonising over it all week, basically holing myself up in my room and beating myself into writing, and I'd just about given up when the first line of this popped into my head during dinner tonight. Welcome to my brain.

("Vivimus, Vivamus" is Latin for "while we live, let us live" and is my college motto. I swear I wasn't trying to be a show-off but that's just kind of me. I like things to have meaning. So, complete accident, but it makes me happy.)

Coming in at just under one thousand words, I give you...

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29 June 2009 @ 01:07 am
Hmkay, well. khali_blache and I were chatting about our respective difficulties with writing original fiction, and I came across the idea of letting you brilliant people see some of my snips. See, I'm great with beginnings. Then I get stuck, on that just-after-beginning bit, the bit where - you know, stuff happens. I need a kick in the pants, basically. Will you guys kick me in the pants? Pretty please?

'alternate world story'

'cult story'

'dark light'

'demon gee'

More to come when I get your reactions to these. *bites nails*
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29 June 2009 @ 01:04 am
Hah. This one's about an angel who was reborn as a human who was reborn as a demon, and the bad guys and good guys he met along the way. Called 'demon gee' on my computer.

"Yo, minions," says Be'elzebub, Prince of Demons, Right-Hand Man of the Prince of Darkness, Lucifer's Go To Guy and Evil Overlord of All the Denizens of Hell, but because irony's a bitch, he's mostly known as Pete. "I'm bored. Entertain me." Pete lounges on his ice throne, a majestic hand-carved chair cut straight from the depths of the Ninth Circle of Hell. The claws of Satan himself have raked down the back of this throne. Pete always feels very powerful, perched upon it.

But he's felt somewhat less powerful ever since Buer, Great President of Hell, Teacher of Logic, Philosophy and Medicine, Healer, Archer and The One Who Sees All and Sometimes Even More Than That, was installed in a - slightly smaller - throne by his side. Buer has chosen the name Calanthe, Callie, and has taken the shape of a woman this time around. A very beautiful woman with gloriously long legs, blazing dark eyes and -

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