Pre-Indisposition. The touch of a mother is not always a comfort.

Modern AU. Describing these two as an "odd couple" may be a bit of an understatement, but they're trying their best.

Modern AU. Tereus goes after a pretty girl. It backfires disastrously.

Modern AU. In which Albtraum attends a local bar and spends all his time doing math in his head, like a nerd.

Glen was an old man; he had grandchildren now, and he had long been retired from the guard, but he was still Glen, he was sixty-five and Albtraum was sixty, the gap between them had only ever spanned five years even if Albtraum still looked forty years his junior. drabble

Mianna disapproves of Albtraum's literary tastes. Rated for graphic sexual content.

For England, this was a momentous day. This meant that a new government would form, the people would be free. For me, this was a massive disappointment. This meant I just lost the most large-scale match of chess the world had ever known, and I lost it to Albtraum.

Sunrise on the dark gives way to revolution as the world crumbles in revolt. Threads of a dying breed are all that can hold it together now.

Into ashes, out of the ashes. They had nothing but they had eachother. -Collection of drabbles.-

A malapropism-filled romp through the high seas with pirates, zombies, and musical numbers. Dwayne is certainly not a hero. Whether he follows the destiny the Author intended or gets brutally killed and eaten, it promises to be a hell of a ride.

He didn't respond as expected, not at all. There was no bitterness, no shock or surprise. He nodded when she said it, resignation marking his expression. Albtraum faces the Final Nothing.

The city is gone now, anyhow. There is no need to worry about protecting it. King and kingdom are dead and gone.

Take me back to my white room. It's too sane here for me.

I don't remember this part from the storybooks.

If you've hit a wall, start dismantling. What more can a bunch of broke-ass bums hope to do?

A monster tears my insides. A monster that doesn't belong. The monster is me.

Six tongues, a toss of the die, and a million questions. Madman, meet the Devil.

They never had to say what they meant. In truth, they never had to speak at all. Even unsaid, everything was understood. Arlo and Iphigenia contemplate the end of everything that has ever been.

It's not easy to learn a new language, attend four funerals, overcome your doubts and be again taken over by them, all in the space of a day. Not to mention no Fight Club.

Excuses, a blank canvas, and a misunderstanding. Oh, stupid me, now my pants have ink all over them. -Collection of drabbles.-

Well, I don't know what I was expecting. -Collection of drabbles.-

Filthy mind, filthy morals, and a quadshot breve latte. Life is good.

He realizes that this is what his oathbrother will always be - never to be trusted.

They say one track, but they never say the track can't be a spiral. I think yours is more a scribble. It's a long way down, in over your head and down under the ground. -Collection of drabbles.-

Clockwork thinks the human immortal, even in death.