My Top Five Stories
Jun. 17th, 2007 02:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twitchbellPost a list of your top five favourite fics you've written, regardless of fandom or the reason you love them. This isn't about the BEST things you've written, but what you LOVE most. Then tag five other people to do the same.
I pinched this idea from Riona back in April this year, but I'm doing it without the tagging bit!
These are all on my website.
'Lord of the Rings' fandom. Inspired by the Appendices, about what had happened in Aragorn's life prior to the book. Written, um, a long time ago. (Pre-dates the movies by a good few years) It got a really good reception from everyone who read it at the time, and what makes me love it is that I feel I successfully managed to develop the bare bones and write it in a style approximating Tolkien's.
A chill wind was blowing, a wind from Mordor. The treetops shuddered under its onslaught; the clouds scudded across the grey sky as if fleeing before the perceived might of the Dark Lord. Gandalf wrapped his long grey cloak around him and watched the wind whip through the dark hair of Aragorn as he stood gazing westwards as if his eyes sought still the far-off towers of Minas Tirith.
ST:TNG fandom. Picard in conversation with a bereaved crewmember. It all goes a bit pear-shaped. One of those ideas that just came to me, and wrote itself very quickly and easily. I love it because it's dramatic and angsty, and I use two first person narrators, which was something I hadn't done before.
My words have won me an advantage that I can now make use of. Unfair advantage, to tear you free from your world of make-believe? Perhaps. No-one said reality was kind.
This is as real as it gets. I know that. Do you, Alice?
Xena fandom. Ares-centric. Oh, how I loved Ares. I didn't re-read this for so long - too cut up about Kevin Smith's death to take any joy from it. But five years on, I can look back on it as my tribute to all that character was and could have been, and thank Kev for making him live. This is my take on Ares getting his godhood back, and this is how I want to remember him:
Ares stood up and straightened, and the blanket slipped from his shoulders. For a long moment he stood, naked and glorious in the blazing light, golden-skinned, black-maned, the sword now held upraised in both his hands; vital, alive and utterly magnificent. Then the black leather slid across the flesh, masking muscle and skin. The dark hair tamed, the beard trimmed to neatness as he took hold of the power that surged through him. The light died.
Robin of Sherwood (Praed version) crossed over with Richard III. And don't tell me the latter's not a fandom! :) This is another one that wrote itself in a day. The idea - a slightly bonkers crossover on the surface of it - just unfolded itself on paper into a take on what 'nothing is ever forgotten' might actually mean. I love it because I actually think dramatically it works really well, comparing the fates of two different men. It's wistful and angsty, without being overly sentimental.
"You are pale, Robin i’ the Hood," King Richard said. "Do you see visions in Sherwood? Can you foretell the future? Then speak! How shall we be remembered?"
Robin parted his lips, but no words came. There was only an immense silence and darkness as the world dissolved around him.
Speaking of bonkers crossovers ... this is the film 'Velvet Goldmine' crossed with the TV series 'Angel'. It's set in the late 1990s, when 'Angel' started airing, so the VG characters are all in their forties. It's co-authored. Jean and I planned it together so that the original "hey, let's put everything in including the kitchen sink!" premise got turned into something workable. She developed Jack Fairy's character and description, and wrote his side of things, then advised while I did the other stuff. This took a while to complete, but I love the way it turned out and I had a lot of fun writing from different perspectives - Curt, Arthur and Angel. It also has a nice romance. :)
The 1970s. Angel remembered the decade. Had he still been a soulless vampire he'd have no doubt found that the immoderation of the glam rock movement provided a fertile hunting ground; indeed, he knew several vampires and demons had used it as just that. As it was he'd drifted past it as he'd drifted past so much – unable to be part of it, condemned to walk alone. It had been, he recalled, like a huge party to which he hadn't been invited. Out in the cold and the dark, the glamour and the glitter had seemed to mock him; the more so because he knew that Angelus would've been in his element in such a hedonistic world where every excess was the norm.
