Aug. 12th, 2014

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Double Drabble (Fenchurch/Trillian | PG13 | 200 words): It's a short take on Trillian and Fenchurch being locked in a room together. The story's got snappy humor in spades despite being so short.

Excerpt:
"I think Zaphod's arguing with himself again over which head gets to peep through the keyhole," Fenchurch muttered, deciding solidarity in the face of idiocy was probably better than arguing about whose boyfriend was more useless.
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Bright Eyed Boys (Zack, Cloud | PG13 | 1,095 words): Zack's last stand from the perspective of one of the Shinra army troopers. This story's a neat little bit of angst that offers a different perspective than the usual when dealing with this particular event.

Excerpt:
That SOLDIER I saw, god, I remember... He was young and that just made it worse, you know. On one hand there was us, busting our chops for half our lives trying to get in and on the other hand, there's this fresh-faced boy. Rosy cheeks and everything, I tell you. But God, he was magnificent. First Class, no less. The speed, the force, that goddamned grin. Cocky little fucker.
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In Passing (turtles ensemble, OCs | PG | 7,233 words): Four people the turtles interact with and how their lives are changed for it. Aw, turtles! Doing what they do best and helping people! This is a fantastic set of vignettes about how the turtles help the people they come across. I love how, despite not giving any identifying details, the author still writes each brother so well that it's easy to tell which one is in each vignette. They're each kind in their own ways. This is one of the roots that makes the teenage mutant ninja turtles so eternally enjoyable (for me, at any rate), so I loved reading something that focuses on that.

Escerpt:
'It's okay,' he says to me. 'He's not dead, he's just been knocked out.'

I nod. I've still got my hand over my mouth. He gently prises it away. That's when I notice his hands are green and that he only has two fingers. Two fingers and a thumb.

My thought won't stick together properly, they keep falling a part, but I manage to think – oh, that's why he's so covered up, he's deformed. I don't care though, not at all, not when my Dad's bleeding on the ground and this man's just saved both our lives.