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]

The bugs of Neverland- for there were bugs, there always are- buzzed in the treetops. The leaves rustled gently in the wind. Somewhere, a bird sang out. From the humans seated around the impromptu table below, there came no sound. The creaking of many wooden bows being drawn all at once tends to stifle the spoken word very quickly.

"It was you, then," said the round-faced boy at last, setting down his teacup.

Lord Peter Wimsey blinked, raising his eyebrows- at least, the one not engaged in holding his monocle in place. "I beg your pardon?" he asked mildly. "I don't recall sayin' anything of the kind."

The boy- Danner recalled him introducing himself as 'Slightly'- grabbed up a knife much too big for him and waved it menacingly at Wimsey. "It was! We captured two of the pirates-"

"Needed someone to interrogate," said his right-hand boy knowingly as he hastily helped himself to an abandoned crumpet. That was Tootles.

"-and when we finally got 'em to talk, they said no one'd seen hide nor hair of Peter among the pirates for months!"

"So what exactly makes you think we're the ones responsible?" Lord Peter asked, cocking his head, bird-like. "I can't imagine any of us've set foot in Neverland in- oh, what would you lads say? Years?" There came a slight cough. "Oh, I am sorry, Miss Poppins. No disrespect meant."

"That's quite all right, Lord Peter." She alone of the group showed no sign of being disturbed, instead calmly reaching for her cup and saucer.

Slightly scowled. "Well- they wouldn't talk-"

"Pirates are horribly tough, you know-"

"-so after we put 'em to the most dreadful tortures we could think of, one of them said they'd seen grown-ups who weren't pirates, nor Indians, coming ashore a few months back." He glared at the adults assembled across the table. "The way we see it, it's got to be them who've kidnapped Peter- and them's got to be you!"

Further down the table, the Shadow pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath. "What was that, Mr. Cranston?" Miss Poppins inquired.

"I said, 'Remind me again why I signed up for this deal?'."

[stakebait.livejournal.com]

Hee! Thank you. Now that's just fun.

[camwyn]

Any time, hon. I'd been carrying the image of a tea party full of horrid little savages vs. Lord Peter for quite some time. It just wanted out.