There's a tale I could tell...
...but really shouldn't. Still, it's kind of therapeutic, isn't it?
It rather surprises
me that I haven’t written fanfic before what with my hyperactive imagination
and my unassailable
conviction that life really IS a nineteenth-century novel, but having so far
managed to
churn out the following inexcusable drivel, I realise
it’s a good idea that I’ll probably never write any more.
Therefore I
apologise for the pointlessness contained herein. A lot. Really, there’s
just no excuse for it.
I’m rather sappy about poor old
Prouvaire and that firing-squad thing because I find it rather hard to believe
that
anyone who sits around in cafés
churning out alexandrines and staring off into space wouldn’t run a mile if
someone
shoved a musket in their face. At least, I’m damned sure I would.
This is also posted at the 
, to my extreme delight :)
A Life
About to Start The result of
taking the line “Have you asked of yourselves what’s the price you might pay?" in Red and
Black One
More Dawn, One More Day Remarkable for being the only thing I've ever written that isn't Sentimental Barricade Angst and therefore Don't you fret, M'sieur Marius... Your basic Eponine-and-Marius death sequence. Or is it? Whooooo. I Did Not Live Until Today Oh, the angst. Jehan's take on A Life About to Start. He sounds rather calmer than he should, but Who Cares About Your Lonely Soul? Because speculative barricade deaths are just asking to be written. Although, it goes Enjolras wonders who the hell’s writing this piffle - (Some of these are posted at ff.net here - any sort of comment will
too seriously. Would have worked better if Bahorel hadn't died somewhere between the two timescales.
Or, obviously, if someone else had written it.
considerably better than the rest here, but that's not saying much.
I couldn't bring myself to torture him too much. (Yes, there is a bit of a recurring theme in these stories, and
yes I am running out of lines from the musical to name them with.)
without saying, not by me. ;)
but at least he’s not in it (yet...)
make me practically euphoric, but sadly still probably won't shut me up.)