Iron Author, stolen from stakebait

[camwyn]

I'm supposed to be working on four or five other things at the moment, but I could do with a bit of a challenge. Between Hellblazer: Hogwarts and Who Ya Gonna Owl? (which I will be working on this weekend), I've got two very large story arcs to hand. I've also got a novel that I started writing ages ago and have stalled on recently. I would like to write something small and interesting from an idea kicked to me from someone else... and this time I'm not going to ask you to write first. If you've been around for the first rounds, you know the drill. If not, this is a common writing exercise, inspired by cadhla and suitably adapted.

You can have fanfiction

Give me a character and one thing more -- a mood, a genre, a situation, an episode -- and I'll write you at least a drib right here in the comments. (A pairing and a situation are okay too, if you'd prefer. However, I am far more proficient at genfic.).

If you're on my friends list I suspect you already know what fandoms I can handle. Not taking any requests for people from Joss Whedon shows, as I never really watched them to begin with. If you're not sure, ask, and I'll see what I can do.


Unlike stakebait I am not proficient in poetry, so you're not gettin' any.

On the other hand, you're free to ask for original fiction.

Give me a genre (mystery, science fiction, porn, etc.) and a starting point, be it situation, character, dilemma, etc. And I will write you a dribble of original fiction -- most likely brand new, but possibly using a world or characters I've created in the past. I reserve the right to try to turn one of these into a real story and sell it, in the unlikely event that I'm attacked by inspiration.

Afterwards I'll do up a post or two with links to each comment, so people don't have to wade through the threads to find them.

Comments

[camwyn]

Luna glanced over her shoulder. Good- there was no one there. The spell was a particularly tricky one and while she didn't mind an audience, there was really only a very small window of time when the stars and planets would be exactly right. People always seemed to need her to explain things, and most of them had no patience at all. She slipped silently into the store-room, narrowly avoiding a yawning house-elf, and snatched up a bundle from the second shelf off the floor.

It would've been so much easier with the fresh stuff right out of the ground, but Professor Sprout had turned her down. There just wasn't room in the Hogwarts greenhouses for nonmagical vegetables, she said- ha! Broccoli, not magical? Obviously she'd never read about the pioneering work of the American wizard, Hohensee. Professor Trelawney hadn't, either, which surprised Luna greatly. Of all the teachers, she'd have thought Professor Trelawney might've read Hohensee's monograph in I Didn't Know THAT!- but, alas, she hadn't. That saddened Luna terribly, it truly did. There was ever so much more to Divination than just the future, if only poor Professor Trelawney would truly open her eyes. . . ah, well.

She made her way across the grounds to the shore of the lake and crouched down, brushing the soil away from the spot where she'd buried her silver-edged knife a moon before. Hohensee had been very clear on this, and she intended to follow his instructions to the letter. The ancient practice of haruspimancy had been outlawed- oh, ages and ages ago, and Luna could see why; you couldn't really use the rest of the animal for dinner after, and haruspexes always smelled awful by the time they'd got their answers. Why it had taken so long for someone to think of looking for the answers to divinatory questions in the innards of vegetables instead she'd never know.

Luna glanced up at the wintry sky. There'd be dinner soon, and she'd be late for it, but no one really seemed to notice when that happened. The important thing was the tiny red dot that hung low in the sky. Mars had to cross into exactly the right place if this was going to work. . . oh, good, there it went. She concentrated with all her might, raised the knife over her head, and whispered, "Who's been trying to ruin my father for speaking the truth this time?"

Mars glittered on the blade as she brought the knife down, slicing the broccoli neatly in half.

so beautiful! ::sniff::

[hobviously.livejournal.com]

::be's m_butterfly's friend in question::

Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!~!!!!!!!!!1onetwothree~!!!!!!!1


Ah, my great loves, united at last.

[milkshake-b.livejournal.com]

**grins** Oh, thats great. Thank you so much. Though now there's this bunny looking at me suggesting Luna as the future Divinations teacher.