the deep moans round with many voices

Summary: "The thing about library work," Martin says to Jon's unmoving body on the hospital bed, "is that you think it's all about organizing stuff, right?" [525 words]

Note: Written 2/2/21 in response to the fan_flashworks challenge: correct.

As per the community rules, this post will just be a link to the fic text on fan_flashworks until the current challenge closes, at which point I will move the actual ficlet over here. But for now, a link: Cataloging

( Cataloging )

Summary: Mountain dreams were meant for the young, those old enough to no longer be children, but young enough to not yet have children of their own. Navila got hers when she was twenty-seven: married, widowed, and mother of three. [455 words]

Note: Written 10/16/20 in response to the fan_flashworks challenge: nightmare.

As per the community rules, this post will just be a link to the fic text on fan_flashworks until the current challenge closes on October 20, at which point I will move the actual ficlet over here. But for now, a link: Mountain Dream

( Mountain Dream )

For reference, this is loosely set in an original world that I don't think I've ever talked about on this journal. It exists mostly in a litany of deities and some fragmentary worldbuilding.

The litany is as follows:

These are the gods of Tenich Valley:
Corgan who sits in her cave alone
Hopal in whose footsteps flowers grow
Elisu who is brother to water
Najia who brings the night
Merimadhu who speaks with birds
Morgada whose smile is like the sun
Sennone by whose hand the hungry are fed
And Kemmess who walks among the stars

As for the worldbuilding, for now I'll just say that Kemmess walking among the stars is 100% literal and not a trick necessarily restricted to deities, and Simjia Mountain is very important to the people of the Valley for reasons that merely start with Corgan's cave being set near its peak. The other symbolically important mountain is the Pilgrim's Horn; together, those peaks flank the main pass into the Valley.

And someday, I will actually work out a proper story to set in this world because dammit, the worldbuilding is really cool and it would be a crying shame not to do something equally cool to showcase it. *wry*

I keep forgetting to crosspost these because my brain interprets posting on fan_flashworks as functionally equivalent to posting on my own journal and making multiple posts on the same website feels weird.

Anyway!

Summary: "Take me anywhere but here!" the princess said when the fairy appeared in her tower prison. (515 words)

Note: Written 8/30/20 in response to the fan_flashworks challenge: anywhere but here, as part of the August 2020 amnesty round.

As per the community rules, this post will just be a link to the fic text on fan_flashworks until the current challenge closes, at which point I will move the actual ficlet over here. But for now, a link: I Shall Repay

( I Shall Repay )

Hands up anyone who's surprised I wrote a fairy-tale. Nobody? Yeah, I thought not. *wry*

Summary: Agnes MacPhearson knows her memory is full of holes and shifts out from under her mental feet like sand washed free by a receding tide. It's always been that way, which is why she records and stores important things in a Pensieve and carefully labeled bottles every evening. Of course she notices when over an hour of her Tuesday afternoon goes missing.

(AKA, in which one of Gildeory Lockhart's victims notices and fights back -- maybe too little, maybe too late, but sometimes it's important to stand up and set the record straight.) [815 words]

Note: Written 8/21/20 in response to the fan_flashworks challenge: lost hour, as part of the August 2020 amnesty round.

As per the community rules, this post will just be a link to the fic text on fan_flashworks until the current challenge closes on September 1, at which point I will move the actual ficlet over here. But for now, a link: Of Memory Against Forgetting

[ETA: the AO3 crosspost is now up!]

( Of Memory Against Forgetting )

...It's been ages since I wrote any HP fic. Apparently I am still not over the mind-rape themes of CoS, well over twenty years later. *hands*

Anyway, I'm going to bed now. It's been a long day and tomorrow will be long again.

Summary: Cassette tapes jam; it's a fact of life. The Institute tapes don't. (270 words)

Note: Written 8/4/20 in response to the fan_flashworks challenge: jam. The title is a loose reference to the M. R. James short story "The Malice of Inanimate Objects," because reasons. :)

As per the community rules, this post will just be a link to the fic text on fan_flashworks until the current challenge closes on August 10, at which point I will move the actual ficlet over here. But for now, a link: The Patience of Inanimate Objects

[ETA: the AO3 crosspost is now up!]

( The Patience of Inanimate Objects )

And that is that. :)