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Hullo,

I'm CrevanFox, welcome to my DW fic journal. I have a LJ equivalent under the same name. It's going to take some time to get my fics over here, please be patient.

My fics (except those marked remix or co-authored) are open for remixing, commentary, etc. Just give me credit for the original version whereever the new story is posted, and let me know so I can squee with geeker/fic writer joy.

I always warn for non con, and dub con. I don't write RPF or incest fics.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters, shows, and my soul belong to their respective creators/the studios/the student loan people. I make no profit from anything, ever.


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Fandom:

Buffyverse
Firefly
Night World
Dresden Files
Stargate
X-Men
Farscape
BSG
(Anti-)Twilight
Original
Runaways
Harry Potter
Supernatural
Riddick verse (Pitch Black)
Star Trek
Star Wars

Type:

50 word
drabble
ficlet
five things
challenge/prompt inspired
angst
humour
character study
"crackfic!
gen
remix/co-authoured
Crossover


source

books
movies
tv
comics
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She was a slip of a thing, clad in a guazy white dress, torn and muddy. There were sticks in her hair.

She was dirty, gross, and tired and this stupid forest went on forever.

How was her human going to finish the novel if his muse was lost in the woods?
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Bedtime Stories for Communists
Original
dribble

"Do you know what happened next?"

"The lion gave the mouse riches for helping pull out the thorn?"

"No. The lion ate the mouse, and that is why you can't trust the rich."

"Or lions." she said, sleepy, as her father tucked her in and said goodnight.
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The Wild Hunt
Original
dribble


Sounds of hooves and wolf calls came closer. Odd, considering we were at the park.

"Look away!" I cried, too late, as I recognized the signs of the Wild Hunt.

My best friend, no student of mythology, screamed. In darkness I trembled. When I opened my eyes, I was alone.
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School-icide
Original
dribble



She twisted and pushed, trying to keep it at arms length, but the essay was quicker. It darted around and began beating the poor girl about the head. Eventually she fell to the floor and was still.

The prophecy had come to pass: this essay had been the death of her.
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Dont tap the glass
Original
dribble

"No one knows where they came from, only that they couldn't survive in the real world. That's why we put them someplace safe." The guide said, sweeping an arm over the glass that was one side of the Angel sanctuary. Winged figures moved in the distance of the large dome.
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What he said
Original
dribble


It's hard to be myself when nothing about me is original, or complete. Some parts are still missing, the rest I plagarized. Everybody feels like a fake sometimes. I suppose that all the worlds a stage and all the men and women merely players, but those aren't my words either.
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The Firefly Gazette
Firefly
dribble for 50wordstory on LJ

Gorram it Mal, gotta stop that girl from writing the newsletter"

"How come?" Mal grunted, busy.

"This weeks survey was 'What do you like best about Serenity?'"

"So?"

"Her answers was 'its made of oatmeal, its full of stars or you can talk to dogs'."

Mal considered, and said "I'd pick B."

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