:: completed stories ::

Somewhere I Belong
Written: November 2003
Instalments: 14
Word count: 48,421
Rating: M
She continued flipping pages and scrutinising each picture that came to light. The final photograph was one that had been taken nearly a year ago – it was of Cassie, Matthew and I after a concert. Cassie had somehow found her way up onto my shoulders; she was wearing a purple and black zebra striped cowboy hat on her head and drinking from a can of Bacardi and Coke. Matthew was sitting at my feet, and for some very strange reason he was chewing on his drumsticks. Of course, the bottle of Bacardi he had in his hand may have had something to do with it; he did look slightly drunk. And there I was in the middle, the only sane person in the whole photograph, an almost full lemon Ruski in hand.
Desperately Wanting
Written: March 2005 - August 2006
Instalments: 9
Word count: 23,294
Rating: M
The smart thing to do in this situation would have been to call the police, but I didn’t exactly have the time or patience for that. Instead, I grabbed Gen’s battered hockey stick from beside the door and started searching the apartment. I checked the kitchen, bathroom, laundry room, Gen’s room and our poky little study, before slowly approaching my bedroom door, brandishing the hockey stick in both hands. I didn’t care who or what was in my bedroom, they were trespassing. I grabbed hold of the doorknob and slowly turned it, pushing the door inward.
November Rain
Written: February 2003 - October 2008
Instalments: 29
Word count: 100,394
Rating: MA 15+
I sat there for a little while longer, just watching him. His guard had dropped again, and for the first time in so long I saw the exhaustion, the pain and the utter misery I knew he had to be feeling etched in clear relief on his face. All this shit – the leukaemia, the chemotherapy, the knowledge that he was slowly getting sicker – was wearing at him to the point where he was little more than a thread frayed dangerously thin, and the slightest amount of pressure would cause that thread to snap. He was just too young to have to deal with any of this.
Sisyphus Rising
Written: June - August 2010
Instalments: 10
Word count: 31,869
Rating: MA 15+
On his way through to his bunk, he came across Taylor. The ship’s lone passenger had fallen asleep at the kitchen table, sprawled forward in his seat across the worn surface. His head rested on the pages of an open book, and his back and shoulders rose and fell in time with his breaths. Across the tabletop stretched his left arm, bent slightly at the elbow, his fingertips falling just short of touching the opposite edge of the table.
Twelve Stops And Home
Written: February - April 2011
Instalments: 10
Word count: 34,931
Rating: MA 15+
“I’m trying not to think about everything that can go wrong,” I admitted. “Because really, when you think about it? All four of us are putting ourselves in serious danger here. We pretty much are the human embodiment of stupidity.” I barked out a laugh and slid down the side of the van so that I was sitting on the concrete of the warehouse’s loading area. “There is so much that could go wrong, and not even all of the protective runes and sigils in the hunter repertoire could save us.” I looked up at Taylor. “Are you scared?”

Advance warning: this story contains mild femmeslash. Please keep this in mind if you choose to read this story.
The Basement Tapes
Written: November 2009 - August 2012
Instalments: 15
Word count: 66,808
Rating: M
“When I found out that my dad had been killed, my whole world stopped. There are really no words to describe how I felt. And now that he’s gone, there’s a gaping chasm deep inside me, one that I know in my heart can never be filled.” I drew in a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “I want him to come home so badly and tell me that he’s never leaving me again, that he’ll always be there for me when I need him the most. Well, right now is when I need him the most…and he isn’t here anymore.”
Written: February 2013 - May 2021
Instalments: 31
Word count: 145,952
Rating: M
He had looked straight at me. Me. There were easily a couple thousand people crammed into the UniBar, most of them female (though I had seen a few guys dotted through the crowd), and yet it was me he had zeroed in on. Nobody else.