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The bloodred rosebud quivered slightly, serrated leaves swaying as the stem was severed. Jonii grasped the silver-thorned stem gingerly between the thumb and forefinger of his gloved left hand and raised the blossom to his face, breathing deeply of the sweet perfume. His tilted green eyes searched the bloom for blemishes, and, finding none, he knelt to lay it gently in the white wicker basket on the grass beside him, atop six more perfect roses. The half-smile that forever quirked his full lips broadened slightly as he spotted another likely candidate for his basket, white this time, with a salmon-pink tip on each delicate petal. His small sh

I heard voices before I woke up the second time. Nicodemus was talking softly, explaining something to someone. "He can't know." He was saying. " I know how the spell works. Mostly. He'll learn on his own, when he's ready. If he learns about her before he's ready, it could kill him." "But." "That's enough." Nicodemus said firmly. I slowly began to sit up in my bed and opened my eyes. Nicodemus was sitting at the foot of my bed, and Ella was sitting on the only chair. "Urgh." I said. "Such eloquence." Nicodemus said mockingly "Shut up." I said. "So you're ok?" Ella asked. I nodded. "Do you remember anything?" Nicodemus asked. "Bit's

 Philippa stood at the edge of the pool, and stamped her feet. It was cold and dark in the mines below West Clocktown, and though her eyes had grown so dark she could barely tolerate light, she still felt a habitual need for it, comfort to the soul beat out comfort to the eyes. She motioned to her second-in-command, Kapila, to begin lighting the lamps. The air became close in the underground cavern. Philippa's eyes watered. She stamped again, then took a drag on her cigarette. It was loosely rolled, and tended to be less for her nerves than for decoration. She sometimes never lit her cigarettes. Today she had. Kapila approached with his stran

I have always wanted write a full blown fantasy story and the other day I got the first glimpse of some of the characters and setting for this story. I believe that the most important thing before writing any story is knowing the setting. For example if I was to write a story about being an orphan living on the streets of Cuba I would probably fail dismally because I am not an orphan nor have i ever even met one and I know next to nothing about Cuba. The nice thing about writing fantasy is that all the research you will ever need to do is already right there in your head, all you need to do is spend a little time sorting out the details you

Title: Regrets and Repairs Author:  Squilfy Fandom: Doctor Who Pairing: Doctor/Rory Rating: K+ (9+) Words: 4, 336 Summary: Rory and the Doctor do something they live to regret, due to an inexorable chain of events. This includes the Doctor being provocative, Rory not being able to sleep, and making tea - not in that order. Rory/Doctor mild slash/friendship. Spoilers: Set during series 6 of Doctor Who. Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who, the Doctor and Rory would cuddle a hell of a lot more. ***** Rory Williams could not sleep. He'd been lying awake for hours, utterly exhausted, but unable to drop off. He tossed and turned, hot and bo