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First Line Meme
I have written two stories this year, not counting Snupin Santa… I am a little disappointed with myself at letting the year slip away from me like this, but it has been a trying and emotionally weird 12 months, so I will forgive myself, I suppose.
In the spirit of the First line meme… and my own silliness.
I give you a sad year for Stella’s fiction:
January: height of fear (G)
(Written for Severus’ birthday wherein he mostly sits upon a roof. )
Severus is afraid of heights. He hated flying on a broomstick, never took to rendezvousing on the astronomy tower, refused to keep ingredients on shelves that he’d have to climb a ladder to reach and had a habit of staring straight ahead when he passed windows.
April: Initium (G)
(Written for the Pure-blood Prince Fest and almost entirely about Eileen)
In the beginning there was no magic and everything was dark and difficult. The darkness was so perfect, so absolute that no one feared it or questioned it. The darkness just was and all who lived in those times knew nothing of the light.
I have written two stories this year, not counting Snupin Santa… I am a little disappointed with myself at letting the year slip away from me like this, but it has been a trying and emotionally weird 12 months, so I will forgive myself, I suppose.
In the spirit of the First line meme… and my own silliness.
I give you a sad year for Stella’s fiction:
January: height of fear (G)
(Written for Severus’ birthday wherein he mostly sits upon a roof. )
Severus is afraid of heights. He hated flying on a broomstick, never took to rendezvousing on the astronomy tower, refused to keep ingredients on shelves that he’d have to climb a ladder to reach and had a habit of staring straight ahead when he passed windows.
April: Initium (G)
(Written for the Pure-blood Prince Fest and almost entirely about Eileen)
In the beginning there was no magic and everything was dark and difficult. The darkness was so perfect, so absolute that no one feared it or questioned it. The darkness just was and all who lived in those times knew nothing of the light.