Title: I'm Not a Gangster Tonight
Author: Rachelle (prosopopeya)
Fandom/Characters: Chess/The Arbiter and Doctor Who.
Word Count: 1043
Rating: G
Summary: The Arbiter has been waiting for someone to call checkmate for a very long time.
Author's Notes: Written for dreamsofstars. The idea was entirely hers.

( You could say the Arbiter's lost his way. )

Title: All the Stars Bend Over Sideways
Author: Rachelle (prosopopeya)
Characters/Pairing: Jason/Peter
Word Count: 1467
Rating: R for sexual situations and very minimal language
Summary: It starts when Peter walks in on Jason in a private moment and then it becomes something they aren't sure they should embrace or escape.
Author's Notes: This was one of the first real ideas to grab me and rattle around in my brain for a long time, so that's exciting. Thanks so much to msmoocow for being an awesome beta, and thanks to meemsers. The title comes from one of my favorite songs ever.

Here's the last part! Enjoy! :D

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( They last a few days in a turbulent intermission, hovering between two acts, and Jason isn't sure he's ready for the rest of it. )

Title: All the Stars Bend Over Sideways
Author: Rachelle (prosopopeya)
Characters/Pairing: Jason/Peter
Word Count: 1467
Rating: R for sexual situations and very minimal language
Summary: It starts when Peter walks in on Jason in a private moment and then it becomes something they aren't sure they should embrace or escape.
Author's Notes: This was one of the first real ideas to grab me and rattle around in my brain for a long time, so that's exciting. Thanks so much to msmoocow for being an awesome beta, and thanks to meemsers. The title comes from one of my favorite songs ever.

Here's part four!

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( Jason's knee bounces as he sets up his computer, arranges cords, puts things in drawers. )

Title: All the Stars Bend Over Sideways
Author: Rachelle (prosopopeya)
Characters/Pairing: Jason/Peter
Word Count: 1445
Rating: R for sexual situations and very minimal language
Summary: It starts when Peter walks in on Jason in a private moment and then it becomes something they aren't sure they should embrace or escape.
Author's Notes: This was one of the first real ideas to grab me and rattle around in my brain for a long time, so that's exciting. Thanks so much to msmoocow for being an awesome beta, and thanks to meemsers. The title comes from one of my favorite songs ever.

Here's part three!

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( The last day before summer finds them lying at opposite angles on Peter's bed. )

Title: All the Stars Bend Over Sideways
Author: Rachelle (prosopopeya)
Characters/Pairing: Jason/Peter
Word Count: 1564
Rating: R for sexual situations and very minimal language
Summary: It starts when Peter walks in on Jason in a private moment and then it becomes something they aren't sure they should embrace or escape.
Author's Notes: This was one of the first real ideas to grab me and rattle around in my brain for a long time, so that's exciting. Thanks so much to msmoocow for being an awesome beta, and thanks to meemsers. The title comes from one of my favorite songs ever.

Here's part two. :) Enjoy!

Also arqueete brings up an interesting point. If you want to read this fic to the soundtrack I used to write it (the times I chose to listen to music; usually it was either what I'm about to link you or silence), then you can download that here. It's Death Cab for Cutie's Plans album; just don't include Crooked Teeth in that playlist. That song doesn't really fit the mood. If you're a Death Cab fan and have Narrow Stairs, then toss in "I Will Possess Your Heart", "Bixby Canyon Bridge", "Cath...", and "Grapevine Fires".

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( The night is shaping up to have that familiar feeling, not unlike a fire snapping in a fireplace. )

Title: All the Stars Bend Over Sideways
Author: Rachelle (prosopopeya)
Pairing: Jason/Peter
Rating: R
Word Count: Part 1.2: 2077

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( Silence returns to curl itself around their feet but Jason doesn't really pay attention to it this time. )

Title: All the Stars Bend Over Sideways
Author: Rachelle (prosopopeya)
Characters/Pairing: Jason/Peter
Word Count: 3778 (Part One: 1701; Part Two: 2077)
Rating: R for sexual situations and very minimal language
Summary: It starts when Peter walks in on Jason in a private moment and then it becomes something they aren't sure they should embrace or escape.
Author's Notes: This was one of the first real ideas to grab me and rattle around in my brain for a long time, so that's exciting. Thanks so much to msmoocow for being an awesome beta, and thanks to meemsers. The title comes from one of my favorite songs ever.

This fic is completed; it'll be uploaded in parts. There are five parts in all, and only the first one is this long.

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( The start of summer is a fresh taste in the air, full of dripping popsicles and stale chlorine. )

Title: Lines of Fear and Blame
Author: Rachelle(prosopopeya)
Character/Pairing(s): Melchior and Moritz (friendship), mentions of Melchior/Wendla
Word Count: 1473
Rating: PG
Summary: Moritz's light burns sharp, a coal that needs tending in the middle of a broad, snowy field, and Melchior has a decision to make.
Author's Notes: It's been a while! I'm a bit rusty but I hope to write more. We'll see. Happy birthday, meemsers.

( He can still smell the scent of fresh woodruff, sweet and innocent. )

In this poem, we were supposed to come up with unusual words (especially color words) and take a journey through a familiar place, but make it unusual and strange. What I did is write about things in a way that I normally don't like to write about them, ideas and images I usually avoid. It's kind of intensely personal and a little painful for me to write, actually. XD

( To market, to market to buy a fat pig )

We had to do a narrative poem based on a tabloid headline. The headline is the title of the poem.

( When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie... )

This comes from an extremely specific assignment; each sentence had to be a certain thing, like describing the main character's hands and asking him a question. The character is Moritz, and the title ought to clue you in on where he's coming from. This is based on the play.

( Parallelepipedon! But don't tell anyone. )

More crappy poetry. We had to do a list poem, use a list of things you might find somewhere and make a poem with them. Like things you might find in a pocket, or a pantry, or a bird's nest, or a trashcan.

I was making my list of things -- notebook, suitcase, trunk of a car -- when someone said that someone else's suggestion was "thinking outside the box."

So I began to wonder, what's inside the box?

( Don't click unless you won't hold my bad poetry against me )

Title: Breath and Sound
Author: prosopopeya
Rating: G
Words: 2728
Summary: This is how she wins her Oscar, later. Excuses and thoughts chase her in circles until she gets tired of the same scenery passing her by, day after day.
Notes: Thx to amything for the story, inspiration, characters, blue hair, and soulmateitdude.

( It seems like a good idea at the time. Later, that will be her defense. )

Title: Burning Bridges
Author: prosopopeya
Rating: PG
Words: 3193
Summary: Matt is kind of sure of who he is, who he'd like to be, can see happiness dancing ahead of him. He almost gets there, too. Maybe that's where it all goes wrong.
Notes: Thanks to suzaka_phoenix and dreamsofstars. Have a little mood music.

( The thing about it is, it’s a secret to himself too. )

Title: The Labyrinth of Suffering
Author: Shelli (prosopopeya)
Characters: Peter and Nadia
Word Count: 1286
Rating: G
Summary: His last words were love, were of Peter, and maybe he should find comfort in that but it just makes him feel more alone and more empty, surrounded by everything Jason tried to be and holding onto everything he was.
Author's Notes: I read Looking for Alaska today, and I had to do something when I got done -- I had to take what it made me feel, what it made me think about and do something with it. How do I escape this labyrinth of suffering? I turn inward and create. In the end that is all I have the power to do.

( He wants to be angry. )

Name a character from one of my fandoms and I'll give you:

(a) three facts about them from my personal canon/fanon,
(b) a reason he/she sucks,
(c) a reason he/she is awesomecakes,
(d) five things that never happened to that character, or
(e) five people that character never fell in love with and why.

You pick the character. I pick the letter.

Title: I Got Lost in the Sounds
Author: Shelli (prosopopeya)
Character/Pairing(s): Jason/Peter
Word Count: 2114
Rating: PG to be safe, though I'm pretty sure it's fairly G.
Summary: Jason can't be sure when friendship smeared over into something else, something deeper, but he doesn't know what to do with it once it does.
Author's Notes: Written for arqueete. Happy birthday, sweetie! <3 Thanks to meemsers, thru_violets, and harbek for the betas.

( It isn't anything dangerous at first. )

DOUBLE POSTING IS FOR WINNERS.

One sentence meme. Drop me a fandom, pairing, and a lyric.

CLOSED.

NOW WITH MORE ORGANIZATION. Behind the cut, you'll find all the sentences from the comments organized alphabetically by fandom.

( The sentences )

Title: We Lose Ourselves in Light
Author: Shelli (prosopopeya)
Character/Pairing(s): Moritz. Melchior. Ilse. Mentions of Melchior/Wendla.
Word Count: Total: 4702. In this part: 2530
Rating: PG-13 for dark themes. But this is SA, so.
Summary: It's growing up in the simplest terms. Instead of jacks and baseball bats, Moritz has his gun, Melchior has his friend -- for a little while at least, and then when he's gone, well -- what does he have left, then?

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( It was one shot for Moritz, through the head, and he sank into a quiet oblivion where, Melchior hopes, nothing could hurt him again. )

Title: We Lose Ourselves in Light
Author: Shelli (prosopopeya)
Character/Pairing(s): Moritz. Melchior. Ilse. Mentions of Melchior/Wendla.
Word Count: Total: 4702. In this part: 2171
Rating: PG-13 for dark themes. But this is SA, so.
Summary: It's growing up in the simplest terms. Instead of jacks and baseball bats, Moritz has his gun, Melchior has his friend -- for a little while at least, and then when he's gone, well -- what does he have left, then?
Author's Notes: Iiii dunno, really. Moritz's part struck me hard. It really means a lot to me. Then Melchior whouldn't shut up and I wound up with something bigger than I had anticipated. Much thanks go to Alfred, Lord Tennyson for the title and the poetry. Thanks also go out to Robert Frost and his woods. Also, thanks to dreamsofstars, lauzziemarie, meemsers, and amything for the encouragement. And, well. Thanks and apologies to arqueete, for helping me to reach the point where I could write this.

In two parts.

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( The truth is, he thinks about the gun a lot. )