long fiction


1998-1999 / angst, trauma, death / 25 chapters
"Close your eyes, but don't sleep. Close your eyes, but don't dream. Simply close your eyes, and you will see my world. My world; the colours of darkness and the sounds of silence. For in every essence, it is my world...."


1999-2001 / dystopian, angst, trauma, death / 8 chapters (incomplete)
"He thought he deserved a little of the comfort fire-warmth brought to his rheumatic bones. If his grown up kids didn't like it, they could just send him out into the desert to die or be killed by the slave posses. They probably would too, the ungrateful brats."


1999-2001 / fantasy, fun / 16 chapters (incomplete)
" 'Ten bucks on the driver having a heart-attack trying to change gears half way up the hill, the bus rolling back down and crashing through a house before exploding', the in-between-est of the three chuckled softly, one ear on the conversation...."


2000-2002 / feel-good / 11 chapters (incomplete)
"If somebody had asked me then if I thought my daughter would randomly pick up that same CD seventeen years later, I'd probably have laughed and asked them would I still have it in seventeen years. Well, me from mid-97, yes you do still have it, and you're old enough to admit it openly."


2000 / christmas fic, historical, religious themes / 15,560 words
"If Babylon were razed to the ground it should not move me. Yet in my heart I am first a physician, and bear a great love for humans alike; Greek, Roman or Mede, do we not all bleed when cut and sicken when ill? Do we not all cast shadows over the dusty roads of Syria?"


2001-2003 / moffson, parody play / 30 chapters
"The scene opens on a darkened set. A gradual increase of light reveals the courtyard of a medieval castle. A tower with a stone balcony fills downstage right. To stage left stands a marble bench. Focus on Clarke Isaac Hanson, resting lazily against the smooth stone."


2002 / hypertext, based on 'the price to pay' by talya firedancer / 6 sections
'The day bleeds a gentle mauve into night' first line of the book I read this morning fifty minutes instead of fifteen seven hours now cigarettes given to Sophie the look on her face “diabetics aren't supposed to smoke it's really really bad for you”


2002-on / moffson, dialogue play, epic AU / 250,000 words (and counting)
"Late December, 1997; Hanson has just returned to Tulsa from Washington DC. Most of the family have gone out to visit friends in the little time they'll have at home. Taylor is lying on his bed, reading a book."


2003 / minimalist, theatre script / 35 pages
"Mid-afternoon. Sitting in amongst a sparse crowd walking back and forth, aimlessly going about its respective business, MICHELLE is playing a battered guitar and watching the people."