Revolutionary Girl Utena, Utena/Anthy, love is our resistance.
CM. Author:ElizabethBear. Criminal Minds. Other. Lágrimas. Lágrimas Another tender undertaking by *AethraZip*, AKA the evil-psycho-Terry- torturing-bitch. EXTREMELY IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE \ WARNING: Yaoi. Physical abuse. Psychosis. You suuuuuure you wanna risk it? A\N: Finally! To LuvLuvG: That was the unedited version. Admitting to himself that he was in love wasn't so bad; it was kind of a relief, to tell the truth. 'And he loves me, too.' That was the best part. By lunchtime, Caleb had made up his mind to say something— tell Toushin he loved him, or at least hint at it.
Then Toushin dropped a bomb. Caleb made an indistinct noise as he gnawed on his sandwich. "I had an epiphany last night, as I lay in bed missing you—" "I'm sure you did. " "Don't interrupt, my love. " "I'm not your boyfriend. " "Well, you will be. "If you say so. " "I do. ". . .What about it? " "Coming over, silly studmonkey. 'Definitely not. "Great. 'No, because I'm not going! ' "Six-thirty? " 'No! ' Toushin grinned, and Caleb's heart melted, refroze, and melted again. Could it be? Mrs. A Second Chance At Life.
A Second Chance at Life Miranda Flairgold I own nothing you recognize, and all the ideas that you don't. I own the bloodmagic ideas; thread magic, and all original characters and magic and plants and potions. Baku come from Japanese legends, the Chachapoya are real - The Chachapoyaro are not real. Starts after HBP (Half-Blood Prince) No pairing yet, haven't decided if there will even be any long-term pairings at all. Rating will be PG-13 to R (I think rating depends on your personal opinion).
If it goes higher than R I'll move it to another website. Note this is a very long fic, is part of a series, and will be getting a lot longer. If you want to use any of my ideas in your fics you may, just please note where the idea comes from. The gunman moved silently through the house, his padded boots making no noise on the floors. But down below Harry Potter was waiting, and he most certainly was planning an ambush. "Who are you working for? The owl dropped down into the fog towards an old farmhouse.
Wired 14.11: Very Short Stories. 33 writers. 5 designers. 6-word science fiction. Page 1 of 1 We'll be brief: Hemingway once wrote a story in just six words ("For sale: baby shoes, never worn. ") and is said to have called it his best work. So we asked sci-fi, fantasy, and horror writers from the realms of books, TV, movies, and games to take a shot themselves. Dozens of our favorite auteurs put their words to paper, and five master graphic designers took them to the drawing board. Failed SAT. Computer, did we bring batteries? Vacuum collision. Gown removed carelessly. Automobile warranty expires. Machine. Longed for him. His penis snapped off; he’s pregnant! From torched skyscrapers, men grew wings. - Gregory Maguire Internet “wakes up?” With bloody hands, I say good-bye. - Frank Miller Wasted day. “Cellar?” Epitaph: Foolish humans, never escaped Earth. - Vernor Vinge It cost too much, staying human. - Bruce Sterling We kissed.
It’s behind you! I’m your future, child. 1940: Young Hitler! I’m dead. The baby’s blood type?