sheldrake

Now, I'm not one to crow, but I wrote a fic a little while ago and I won a thing and they gave me a banner and everything! And I was pleased! And, all right, I am one to crow, but what of it? Anyway, here is the thing, 'cos I forgot to post it here:

Title: 1905
Fandom: The Mighty Boosh RPS
Pairing: Julian Barratt/Noel Fielding, Russell Brand.
Rating: PG-13, but only for the extreme languageness of the language
Warnings: Russell wasn't actually meant to be in this, but he barged in anyway and refused to leave.
Word Count: 6,400
Disclaimer: This is, of course, not true.
Summary: Noel's been missing for a year, Julian's drunker than he ought to be, Russell got invited to an antiques fair.
Notes: Written for the 'Trapped in Cabinets' challenge at booshslashhaven

( Click for wardrobes, zebra finches and haberdashery )

You know, it occurs to me that I should really start trying get to work on time. Not today though.

newredshoes has started a new zine for unusual original fantasy: Unlined.org, currently on its second issue, and it is a very cool idea and you should all go and read it and submit stuff, I think, yes, and I'm not just saying this because I happen to have a story in it. It's published under my real name though, so you'll have to guess which one if you don't know what that is. That's if you want to. You might not. *shrug* Entirely up to you, I'm not bothered.

*walks away whistling nonchalantly*

Here is my story about curtains in love.


( Curtains Are Monogamous )

So, I said I'd come back and finish off PEDW properly, but I lied. Deal with it, haha.

Anyway, yes, no, but I did enjoy it, and reading about everyone's breakfasts and that, even if I was rubbish about actually commenting on people's posts. So there.

Now, so I didn't win the Front Row World Book Day David Lynch-inspired drabble-writing competition (which they didn't call it drabbles but we know better don't we?), which is not surprising really, since I literally wrote most of my entry in my sleep. Still, lobelia321 was really impressed that I entered, and I consider that a prize worth winning.

( Read my slightly odd story here )

Well, after whining that I had nothing to say yesterday, today I've got lots!

1. No breakfast again.

2. I am quite annoyed. Semagic refuses to work on this computer. No matter how many times I uninstall/reinstall/re-download etc, it WILL NOT WORK. So I'm posting this from LJ itself, which feels all weird and I don't like it.

3. One of the things I need to do is focus and stop faffing around constantly. The other day I thought I'd like to decide on something to knit, so I got all my stash out and spent an entire evening picking up balls of yarn and going, 'This is a ball of wool. It is blue.' And then I put them all away again.

4. The retired editor of the magazine I work for writes a column of confused ramblings and rantings for us every month. He likes to stick a joke at the end, under the heading 'And finally...' Many of the jokes are at the expense of John Prescott, with whom retired-Ed. is apparently slightly obsessed. I took one and rewrote it to see whether it could be made funny, or failing that, just odd.

( The original joke )


( My version )

Title: No Return and No Deposit
Author: sheldrake
Characters: Emma Cowell, Diane Holmes, the Doctor, Romana
Rating: G
Spoilers: Up to Episode 10 of Torchwood, Out of Time
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and Torchwood belong to the BBC. I am making no money from this story.
Summary: "There's a sort of sliding scale of aloneness." Meetings with Time Lords in bars.
Notes: Three cheers to Laz for the beta. :)

( No Return and No Deposit )

Title: The Terrifyingly Mysterious Case of the Mysterious Phone Call of Mystery
Fandom: Goth Detectives
Pairing: Bob Skeleton (aka Noel Fielding)/Russell 'Can't Be Arsed to Think of a Goth Name' Brand
Raiting: PG, but only because of the HORROR of it all.
Warnings: Terrifyingly silly.
Summary: What is really going on at the end of Hell Lane? Who made that mysterious phone call of mystery? Why are Russell's trousers so tight? All good questions.
Disclaimer: This is quite obviously a complete load of rubbish. I own nothing.
Notes: Written for the 'Detectives' challenge on booshslashhaven, cheers to kitchencynic for the beta. This will mean nothing to anyone who didn't see the Big Fat Gay Quiz of the Year when it was on over Christmas. Also, some bats may have been recycled during the making of this fic.

( Click here for darkness, investigations and so on )

Happy New Year everyone. Welcome, 2007. May you be good.

Well, the fisherman turned up at 11.30, on schedule, but sadly he left almost immediately, as I had no custard to give him. So I've no spooky stories to tell you. Let that be a lesson to me in the future.

Yuletide authors have been revealed! Thank you so much my two Shaun of the Dead writers: Empy for Night of the Apple Schnapps, and Aimeek for Victory from Defeat. Both my stories made me laugh, and I really needed it at the time, so that was a nice thing. :)

I wrote In a Dark Wood for Deepa D. and I'm very, very pleased she seemed to like it. :)

I feel I must post a small disclaimer though, at this point. I have never actually read anything by Robin McKinley. Um, and I fully realise most people who said that meant it as a compliment, but I did see one recs post in which the poster seemed a bit worried about the whole thing, so. Just thought I'd say that. *shuffles off*

Word count = 8,642, which is RUBBISH! But I don't care. :) BONUS - this part is short.

The Very Terrible and Cruel Imprisonment of Hieronymous, a Musical Genius and Celebrated Adventurer

Part 1 - My name is not Ron.

Part 2 - He lived quietly in a drainpipe.


( Part 3 - A name to conjure with. )

Title: To the End
Author: sheldrake
Rating: PG
Pairings: Jack/Estelle, Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, and make no money from this story.
Summary: He always means it at the time.
Notes: Spoilers up to 1x05: Small Worlds.

( To the End )