I thought I might have something else written so I could vary up my excerpts, but that didn’t end up happening. At least this little fic is proving to be a lot of fun!
Aziraphale smiled. “I like my books and the neighborhood. Oh, I always find myself back in London even when I travel far.”
Oscar nodded and shuffled his cloth-wrapped feet against the tabletop. “So you’ve been lots of places?”
“Oh, I should think so,” Aziraphale replied. “Israel, China once or twice, Edinburgh …” He trailed off as Oscar’s expression became blank for a moment. “All over,” he said instead.
The fluff continues to fluff! I’m having fun with these silly foodies.
Speaking of food, any opinions on what a certain principality might order at a cafe just down the street and around the bend for a light lunch? Send in your thoughts to my askbox or as a comment on this post! Especially if you’re British and/or own a bookshop.
“Just a small miracle,” Aziraphale said. “I go unnoticed all the time, when it suits me, of course.”
Oscar had to pause to think about whether he’d heard right. It wasn’t the first time Aziraphale had said it, but even with different context it didn’t make a lot of sense. “Just a small miracle” shouldn’t explain away the sudden appearance of a teacup, nor why Aziraphale could go unnoticed. Oscar began to wonder if he’d get a better explanation if he asked.
He decided not to risk it. “Oh. Th-that’s okay, then, I suppose. It’ll work on me, too?”
I’m still working on it! Very soon I’m thinking I will split this story into parts because it just keeps growing, and I want to start posting things. For now, here’s another excerpt of my foray into Good Omens fanfiction.
Finding what to say was the next monumental task. Aziraphale’s hands twitched at his sides, and then he clasped them in front of the worn buttons of his waistcoat. He didn’t even think of sitting in the chair, as inviting as it was with its extra cushion leaned against the back and all. He couldn’t help thinking of his first assumption, that the little fellow was a mouse, there to chew on the books and make a mess of things.
Now he’d gotten a proper look at him, he didn’t seem like the type to chew on the books. He certainly didn’t look at all prepared to try to buy one either. In fact, the little fellow mostly seemed frightened, as if he wished to be anywhere in the world other than the bookshop.
Despite his usual protectiveness over his cherished volumes, that last bit did not sit well with Aziraphale at all.
“Dear fellow, it … it seems we’re off to rather a bad start.”
So I, like many, was very easily won over by the Good Omens miniseries over on Amazon. I loved the book, and this adaptation launched the bar for book-to-movie adaptations into space. I ended up wanting to try to write a story with the characters from it (as always, with an OC of mine thrown in to help me keep up momentum). This is an excerpt from the resulting WIP.
As the sudden loss of its exit thwarted the little creature, Aziraphale resumed his approach to fetch it.
He knelt down as soon as the little thing fell into his shadow. One hand left his side in preparation to hastily gather the little mouse up and put it outside (no way in heaven or earth did he have it in him to kill it). But he stopped.
“Oh. Oh dear,” he murmured to himself.
That was not a mouse.
Shenanigans from an upcoming story that I should be finished with soon. Here’s a teaser:
“Dude, maybe that wasn’t the best idea we’ve ever had.” Jacob’s other hand appeared as he spoke, and Bowman found himself in a tiny cave made by two giant hands cupped together. Through its one opening, Jacob’s face took up the full view. He looked worried with no hint of teasing.
I’ve been working on the next installment in the Chase in Lilliput AU! I don’t have a title for it yet, but it’s been so cute so far. I wanted to share an excerpt!
Jacob found himself near an edge of town he didn’t often visit. There were walls blocking in the city proper, but a handful of buildings clustered at the wall, built sometime later. They had their own little plaza with a fountain out there.
Jacob inched closer to peer over the buildings and see the fountain. He made sure his steps didn’t wander into anyone’s yard by mistake. He’d nearly broken the Lisongs’ fence on his first day in Lilliput, and he hoped to avoid more scolding.
At least a scolding Lilliputian was better than a scared one. Jacob was self conscious enough without someone pointing and screaming in terror of him.
I did it! I’m done! It was hard to find the time and motivation for writing sometimes during the latter half of the month, but I’m so glad I pushed through. I got a bunch more story done for my larger project, and next time I’ll be able to take it even farther! Thanks to everyone who followed along for this little project and supported the excerpt posts!
Word Count: 15,017 / 15,000
“The both of you were in the battle, too, right? Will you be needing any assistance?”
Joleth shook her head rapidly when Vina glanced to her, and became altogether more flustered than she’d been in the whole conversation with the guards.
“Oh, come on now, Joleth,” Elias said, and there was plenty of smirk in his voice. Eral could tell without looking that the damn halfgod had noticed Joleth’s reaction just as much as he had. “You fought hard. Let Vina make sure you won’t go away from the battle hurting. If you two are going to give me trouble for griping on the road, don’t think I won’t return the favor!”
“Once I’ve finished up here I will perform a spell to revive any weariness,” Vina said gently. “It’s the least I can do; you saved a lot of people today. I heard the guards talking about that weapon the attackers brought. It’s nothing to take lightly!”
Joleth was almost completely invisible for a few seconds before she faded back into view. “Oh. Of course. Okay. Sure. Yeah.”
I finished up a fun scene today! I wanted to give the characters a chance to be badasses for a bit. Naturally, that has some fallout. Joleth isn’t quite sure how to momfriend, but she tries.
Word Count: 13,679 / 15,000
“Seriously? You’re gonna let them take off so they can ambush us again some other time?” Eral complained from his perch on Elias’ shoulder.
Elias almost shrugged, but decided to go easy on the little guy after the brief but intense fight. “I don’t really need to kill anyone to make a point here,” he said. “They learned a bit. Besides, they aren’t thralls; they could still turn around.”
Joleth scoffed. “Whatever they do, we have a mess to deal with now,” she said bitterly, waving a hand at the destruction on the street and the fallen assassins she’d had to dispatch herself. Then, she grabbed roughly at the front of Elias’ shirt and stalked towards one of the first responders. “And you need some bandages because you went and got stabbed like an idiot.”
I’ve been tired, but I’m still making good progress on my goal somehow! I nearly burned out on it before I could finish, but I threw some twists into the plot to keep it moving and it really reinvigorated things! So now the gang is in the middle of a fight.
Word Count: 12,560 / 15,000
“We are not giving Elias the credit for that one,” a small voice joined in, as well as a small green blur darting overhead. Eral stopped to hover with his tiny little crossbow already prepared with another magical bolt. He aimed it down at the group of three with no ounce of fear in his tiny little body. “I’m the sharpshooter here. How’s it going?”
“Ah. The pixie,” the leader of the three said. He fought the surprise off his face and smirked again instead. “We heard about you, too.”
“No autographs, I can barely hold a pen,” Eral shot back. His crossbow tilted slightly as the knife-wielding assassin started to edge to the side. “I wouldn’t try to get shifty with me, either. I’m impulsive, you know, and I’ve heard this thing is painful. Just ask your buddy.”
“Gods above, below, and in between, Eral, you let your head get any bigger and you won’t be able to fly anymore,” Elias chimed in. “Thanks for the save.”
I realized I haven’t done a letter post for a little bit! Oops! Suffice to say, some more plot is happening, and I’ve definitely got a better idea for what the next sequence in the story will be. I’m on the home stretch!
Word Count: 11,103 / 15,000
Storms were easy. They carried a lot of energy in them, around them, and it preceded their coming and lingered after they left. They were powerful and heavy and beautiful and terrifying. Elias had learned all he could about handling storms after discovering the ability within himself. The speakers at the temple always said it rained and crashed the day he was born, only to calm when he was placed in his mother’s arms for the first time. Storms had always been the part of him that people could easily see, could easily name.
The other half could take a few different names. Mischief. Disruption. Sabotage. Elias preferred the former, but he embraced the latter when it came down to it.
When it came to fucking up someone else’s plans, he was one of the best.