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Bacon and Cold Chills - Conclusion
Dean coughed as the pressure abated on the back of his neck. Before him, the grave lit up in bright yellow and orange flame, and above him the ghost flashed and burned away. He grimaced briefly as the water that had splashed on him evaporated into steam, but it seemed that aside from a few bruises, the case was over without any serious damage. Another one in the bag for the Winchesters. He pushed himself up, a quip on his tongue for Sam’s last-minute timing with those matches, only for his stomach to bottom out with dread. Sam had abandoned the matches and now knelt right under the base of the gravestone, gingerly cradling Oscar’s still body. The little guy was out cold, his face a faint grimace even in sleep. Dean hadn’t even seen him tumble off the granite, hadn’t seen what happened to their friend at all once the ghost started acting out. “Sam,” Dean muttered. “Did the ghost … ?” Sam looked up, but instead of despair he wore awe on his face. “Dean, Oscar just threw
All
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Leaf Wings (One-shot prompt)
Bowman’s heart pounded and he breathed quicker than his lungs could truly take in the air. His legs burned from so much running, activity he definitely wasn’t used to. Most days he’d be flying, his speedy wings propelling him forward. Wherever forward might lead him. He was lost in a maze of twisting corridors, dimly lit and echoing faintly with every one of his frantic steps. They loomed a foot or so overhead; he didn’t know what they might be for, or where they might lead him, but he yearned for some glimpse of the outside world. He’d barely managed to escape into these tunnels on his own. At least here, whatever had captured him couldn’t follow. Whatever had bound his wings wouldn’t be able to bind the rest of him, blast it. His wings, strong as they were, couldn’t budge the odd material wrapped around his torso. It chafed at the all important limbs, and he couldn’t risk scratching them up without even a guarantee that he’d actually get them free. His arms, also trapped partially
Featured
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Literature
Chase In Lilliput 1
All it took was one misplaced step, and suddenly Chase didn’t have solid ground under him. His arms flailed up from his sides in a desperate bid to grab onto a branch or vine or something, but they only found air. He tilted uncontrollably and toppled, claimed by the slope.
He rolled down a muddy hill, miraculously avoiding rocks and thick tree trunks while crushing small ferns instead. Twigs scratched his face and his eyes shut tight as he tried to stop his descent. He wasn’t far from the seaside cliffs, and the knowledge seized his breath in his chest.
And then he reached the edge.
The sun blinded Chase’s already-confuse
Chase In Lilliput
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Literature
Visiting Hours
“So, I guess it's been a while,” Jacob murmured, a deep bass voice uttering quietly from his chest. In the distance, someone walked their dog, and the little creature frolicked along smelling flowers and barking at birds. Crisp winter air contrasted with the pure blue sky overhead, a picture perfect day. There wasn't even any snow on the ground.
He'd always found it funny, in a grim sort of way, that it never rained when he came there. The movies always sold the impression that it should rain when someone visited a graveyard.
Jacob lowered his gaze from the dog-walker to the plot he'd come to visit. His hands, so shaky and unsta
Fairy Tales
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Literature
Bacon and Cold Chills - 1
Things were amiss, and they had been for the last several days. It started when an imposing, enigmatic tower of a man had come to Bobby’s to visit. His truck had roared up the driveway, announcing his arrival long before he parked in front of the weather worn house at the back of the junkyard. Oscar had heard it from the kitchen as he searched near the baseboards for dropped scraps (food or otherwise, he never minded; he could make use of anything he found). Living in Bobby Singer’s house was easy, especially compared to his old home at the Knight’s Inn motel, a lifetime away. Oscar had easier access to food and supplies, and could even seek out company sometimes if he felt like it. Rumsfeld, a Rottweiler with paws bigger than Oscar but the gentleness of a mouse, was rarely far. He looked after all the littles he knew about, whether that was Oscar, living in the walls of the house, or Sam Winchester, a regular visitor who traveled all over with his human brother. Or, Oscar sometimes
Food and Monsters
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Literature
Leaf Wings (One-shot prompt)
Bowman’s heart pounded and he breathed quicker than his lungs could truly take in the air. His legs burned from so much running, activity he definitely wasn’t used to. Most days he’d be flying, his speedy wings propelling him forward. Wherever forward might lead him. He was lost in a maze of twisting corridors, dimly lit and echoing faintly with every one of his frantic steps. They loomed a foot or so overhead; he didn’t know what they might be for, or where they might lead him, but he yearned for some glimpse of the outside world. He’d barely managed to escape into these tunnels on his own. At least here, whatever had captured him couldn’t follow. Whatever had bound his wings wouldn’t be able to bind the rest of him, blast it. His wings, strong as they were, couldn’t budge the odd material wrapped around his torso. It chafed at the all important limbs, and he couldn’t risk scratching them up without even a guarantee that he’d actually get them free. His arms, also trapped partially
Short Stories, Oneshots, Misc. Writing
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I. You've got to be Carefully Taught
The morning sun blazed across the desert, over the plateaus on its edge, and into the well-hidden Tinic village. The little, cozy buildings were built of both wood and stone, right in the base of the smallest plateau, on the eastern side. From the eye level of a Tinic, the village was easy to see, but from the air, it was invisible. An east-facing window, winking unseen so near the desert, welcomed the first rays of that morning.
He awoke with a snort as a bright beam of light fell upon his eyes. He sat up slowly with a yawn, the thin quilt falling off of his bare chest. He stretched his arms, co
Rules are Made to Be Broken
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Literature
Angelwing Nine - 1
Lydia sat in her small quarters, on the edge of the small bed. The dark green covers were made smoothly, looking all too inviting after the long day she’d had. The small metal lamp on the nightstand sent a dim glow around the room, which was very sparsely decorated. It was about 8 feet by 10, with the bed against the back wall and the nightstand next to it. The smallish expanse of green carpet was uncluttered. Opposite the bed was a sliding door with a small window at an adult’s eye level. On the adjacent wall to this door was another door that led to the washroom. Opposite the washroom door was the dresser. Lydia eyed the
Angelwing Nine, Incomplete, Hiatus
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Seeing Eye to Eye
41 deviations
Fractals
8 deviations
Literature
Trust Contest 2021 Prize - Sleepover at Adrian's
Oscar had a list. Lists helped him keep calm about otherwise stressful things, things with too many steps to count on his hand. Even exciting things could be overwhelming. His list was meant for one of the more exciting things. "Hey bud, whatcha got there?" Sawyer's voice broke Oscar from his thoughts. Osar held up the paper so Sawyer could see it. “Hi dad! It's my, it's my list for the sleepover! I gotta make sure I bring everything I need when I go visit Adrian!" Sawyer scanned it, humming thoughtfully. “Looks good, kiddo, but you forgot one thing.” "Huh?" Before Oscar could check his list again, Sawyer swept him up into a squeezing hug and planted a kiss on his cheek. Instead of concern, Oscar overflowed with giggles. "Now you have everything," Sawyer announced. Oscar had to calm down from his giggles to retort. "I didn't forget! I'm gопnа give hugs an’ kisses before I head out! Th- the list is for what I need in my bag!" Sawyer gasped, playing up his realization. “Ohhhh, I
Trust AUs
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Literature
(Good Omens) An Unexpected Customer - 4
Aziraphale indulged himself in a small sense of pride. Oscar, while still clearly nervous and wary of the cafe’s other patrons, was making an effort to relax. He’d even improvised himself a seat. Next to the other dishes on the table, the little fellow looked especially tiny. It was no wonder, really, that little folk like Oscar weren’t more common knowledge among the humans.
He still would have liked to know himself.
In order to keep from riling those nerves right back up, Aziraphale made certain that the staff of the place--one of his favorite spots for a quick lunch--wouldn’t have the inclination to check up on hi
Good Omens Fic
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Scraps
1 deviation
Fairy Tales40
Fairy Tales is the umbrella title for my stories involving sprites. The sprites, as I've depicted them, are children of the Spirits of Earth, Water, Sky, Fire, Night, and Sight. As I write more stories about the lore and lives of the sprites, I will keep them here. The flagship story of the series is Bowman of Wellwood, perhaps known by its working title of Seeing Eye to Eye. I hope you'll enjoy the stories and worldbuilding I have to offer.
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Bowman Leafwing Shorts
Flying Lessons
"Did you see that one, dad?" I called, absolutely bouncing with pride. It was the first time I managed a midair turn and landed almost perfectly, only stumbling backwards a few steps. Until then, I had inevitably fallen flat on my back, often squashing my poor wings in the process. It was hard to figure out how to redirect momentum the right way so a graceful landing was possible.
"I did! I'm proud of you," my father answered as he strolled up. He was grinning at me and his large, leafy green wings were fanning open and closed ceaselessly.
"I can't believe I didn't fall!" I said, awed. It was hard to land backwards! Ten time
Bowman of Wellwood
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Rain is a Good Thing
Jacob pursed his lips in an effort to school his expression. He’d definitely heard the sound of Bowman’s landing, though he hadn’t expected it at all. He tread carefully on grassy patches and whatever stones he could find until he could catch up, and then he squatted down so he could see.
Bowman sat up and lifted his arms and wings out of the mud he’d careened right into. Globs of soaked earth dropped from the limbs with tiny plops and Jacob bit determinedly on his lower lip. It wouldn’t do any good to laugh now.
Even covered head to toe in mud, it was very easy to tell when Bowman was about to boil over.
Wild
Bowman Lost
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Literature
A Little Change (7 and 8)
Jacob’s eyes were wide as a sense of weightlessness settled over him. Tucked next to Bowman’s heart, he could hear and feel the sprite’s excited pulse. The image of how high up they were stuck in his mind, even in the dim lighting Bowman allowed him.
Then they were falling and Jacob’s whole body froze.
Wind whipped past just outside the small haven Bowman made with his hands. Some gusts filtered past the huge fingers and whipped at him before they were gone again, and the water soaking his jacket became the least of Jacob’s worries. All he could think about was Bowman losing his grasp.
He could swear he heard
Size Swap
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Literature
Christmas Lights, Christmas Sprite
After the hustle and bustle leading up to the holiday, nothing suited Jacob more than lounging on the couch.
The living room was kept tidy, with the rug vacuumed and the coffee table free of the usual craft magazines that adorned it. There was a low fire in the fireplace, behind a worn metal grate to keep any errant sparks at bay. The furniture, well worn from years of use, had been pushed aside from its usual arrangement to make room for a tall addition that glittered and glowed.
The Christmas tree was rumpled on one side, so they’d set it up with that part facing the wall. The rest was adorned with sparkling ornaments, and a string
Non Canon Stories
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Seeing Miscellany
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