"You ever watch movies?" A man turns his face up into the light, tilts his welding goggles, I can see sweat on his cheeks shiny as mine.
"Yeah like, old ones - from before."
He must be catching a breath, I don't like the angle of that torch. Thing might be turned off now - but you sway that baby against your skin and the nozzle will eat right through you.
"I thought they were joking."
Man blinks. "Huh?"
"The guys - they said you had a thing; old stuff, junk and whatever, from the Earth-that-was."
( Read more... )
"Come child, you're supposed to walk in the dress - not through it!"
The tutor waved a hand.
"It is supposed to flow around you - like music, neh?"
Not the best analogy, thought Nandi, her face creasing to match the fabric.
She shifted her body awkwardly inside the material. It's not just the dress that doesn't fit.
Some girls maybe, some girls they could... like music. Some girls, she thought, like Inara.
I don't think they are very good - but they suck less than some of what I've posted here...
and if you are a fan of Firefly/Serenity (if not - go, watch - buy DVDS at ONCE!)
then you might find the IDEAS to be worth exploring.
Which is why I posted the fic guide above.
I may copy and shift them at some point but it would be a long job.
(My Blog at Fireflyfans.net contains the two stories A Day at the Races and The Cristmas Run and a lot of deleted scenes, extra bits and thoughts on the show.)
this fic is inspired by characters and situations created by joss whedon, tim minear and brett matthews, i have no claim or copyright on this material. PG-13 - final part( conclusion )
this fic is inspired by characters and situations created by joss whedon, tim minear and brett matthews, i have no claim or copyright on this material.
PG-13 - part one.
this story is set quite some time after Serenity the movie but flashes back to episodes from the firefly series.
Shepherd Solomon Face had been on Serenity for some time now, seen more than a few strange things; shady things, shiny things and just plain THINGS...
The last came mostly c/o Jayne and, like the man himself, were best left unclassified.
( Shepherds and shootings... )
The wreckage of the container drone was sat on a neat square of white plastic, and he surveyed it with a melancholy air. "Some things rust quickly don't they.."
( read on... )
Objects in Space. Funny how many things in life come down to that.
Given the chance Inara Serra might have reflected ruefully on the truth of it.
But time was a luxury she was frequently forced to for-go, and so this is the story of a bar stool, a head -
and if not star-crossed love... then certainly crossed eyes seeing stars.
Anyhow the story goes something like this.
Woman walks into a bar -
No wait, I'll back it up some.
( Que Serra Serra... )