A Recommendation and a Meme

[dwgm]

If you enjoy Piratefic, and in particular NC-17 Slash Piratefic, and most especially really well written NC-17 Slash Piratefic, I feel I must draw your attention to my recommendation on this week's pirategasm Reccing Ball. I've been wanting to jump up and down and say "OMG Read This!!! for weeks, but the dear authors, tessabeth and viva_gloria, thought it wasn't quite ready until just recently. It is so good I feel like I've received some great present every time another chapter appears on my flist. Which I have.

Many thanks to the_dala for reccing my story, The Parrot and the Pearl on this week's Reccing Ball! That Dala is a sweetie!

There is a First Line Meme going around that is rather interesting. You list the first lines of your fics and others use them as first lines for drabbles or ficlets. Here are mine...

The window was cracked, but clean, with a faded dimity curtain, open to the moonlight.

"…And for these crimes you have been sentenced to be on this day, hung by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on your soul."

His mother gone, the house was no longer what it had been: his home.

"Not all treasure is silver and gold'," Will murmured, as if to himself, kissing his affianced wife on the soft, ivory skin of her neck, just behind her perfect pale pink ear.

She opened the door to faint smoke and moonlight, and the heartstopping sight of her niece standing on the doorstep, eyes wide, dirt on her face, hair in disarray!

There was a distant noise, an odd commotion that didn't sound like the aftermath of a successful hanging.

"Jack…Captain! Wake up!"

The finding of Parrot's cache was only the beginning.

“Come on!”

James sat staring into the tiny fire that lit the grate in his study.

Will grinned, following his irate betrothed as she stormed down the terrace steps of the Governor's mansion and into the starlit garden.

"Don't bite your nails."

“Analysis, Spock?”

She’d been lost, for a while, after Will died.

Gifted with a feverish cold by his infant son upon his return from six weeks of successful pillaging and plundering on the Black Pearl, Jack lay abed with his wife one afternoon, having been persuaded to nap during the heat of the day in consideration of his fragile health.

Jack Sparrow called a greeting to Rachel, trotted lightheartedly up the stairs and strode down the hall toward his bedroom, entering without ceremony.

"It's yer last night, lad. A man shouldn't be alone the night before his wedding! Here, have a nip."

Against all logic, the Vaillant had not surrendered.

Well, it was like this, y'see.

The light was fading to gold in the cabin by the time he'd finished his stories.

He had a few regrets, had Bill Turner.

“Wow! This looks like a real pirate ship! Who the hell’re you?”

Jack hissed as the blade sliced deep into his left shoulder, clean through coat, shirt, skin and muscle.

“By the Saints, Jack! Yer own mother wouldn’t know you!” exclaimed Joshamee Gibbs, gaping into the gold-framed mirror that reflected back the image of the Captain of the Black Pearl.

There was no moon.

In other news, Duchess, beloved and esteemed feline of ladymora and dr_mrow has come for a visit this weekend, as her Mum and Dad are off to the SCA's Great Western War (and are also getting the Mrow Estate tented for termites). So far our resident cats have been pretty laid back about this intruder being thrust into their midst. Hopefully, all will be well and they will get along swimmingly. Updates will follow.

Comments

[athersgeo.livejournal.com]

I'm always up for a challenge :)

His mother gone, the house was no longer what it had been: his home.

It hadn't been much of a home, he had to admit, but it had been one all the same.

He stood in the middle of the dingy living room and slowly turned full circle. The battered couch and armchair weren't his. Nor was the television. The books, mostly Reader's Digest copies and second hand objects with plenty of pages loose or missing, were his. Most of them weren't worth keeping.

He wandered through into the first bedroom. This had been his. It was mostly bereft of content, seeing as most of his possessions were at school now. What was left was a handful of kids books and toys so battered even Good Will wouldn't want them. The furniture, like that in the living room, wasn't his.

He moved from there to his mother's former bedroom, but that was even emptier than his own had been. Nothing remained except the furniture, which had come included in the meagre rent. He turned to leave when something lying on the bare mattress caught his eye: A photo frame, just a cheap one, that he was positive he'd never seen before.

With a jaundiced sense of curiosity, he reached over and picked it up, half expecting to see one of his mother's boyfriend-du-jours.

But it wasn't.

It was a photo. Of her. With him. Taken at the tournament he'd won just a month before he'd left for school. With a surge of anger, he threw it at the wall. How dare she? The glass in the frame shattered in the same way as his heart had done a bare week earlier. How dare she? He slumped to the floor and cried in the way that he hadn't been able to do a bare week earlier. How could she?

For a few minutes, the tears came; a torrent of grief for a lifetime of disappointment.

As the tears finally slowed from a flood to just a trickle, he made a resolution. No-one was going to be able to hurt him like this ever again. No-one was going to have this power over him. From now on, it was just him and him alone. Everyone else could just go to hell.

[geekmama.livejournal.com]

Oh, well done! I liked all the detail about the house, and the ending was quite powerful. Excellent.

[athersgeo.livejournal.com]

Thank you :) It was fun to do and the line really did speak of this particular character's story. Very glad you liked it.

[bates-motel.livejournal.com]

SHARON!!!!!!

This is the only way I know how to get a hold of you. :)

I was hoping you could help me on something. I have a Halloween potluck to go to and I want to make some tasty and delicious baked goodie from scratch, and your food always sent me into culinary orgasms. Can you send me a good recipe? Nothing too difficult to make, but something that will reinforce my greatness at my new job. You can post it here for the world to drool over or email it to me at RyansModernLife@gmail.com.

Thanks!!!!! :)

[geekmama.livejournal.com]

Silly boy, do you not know I am putting our family cookbook on Live Journal? I established a community for this purpose, prettygoodfood, and I am posting the recipes a few at a time (and the other members post their favorite family recipes too) and save them to Memories where they are arranged under the traditional cookbook headings, i.e. appetizers, beverages, desserts, pies. cakes, main dishes, etc. There are not a whole bunch of baked items yet, but I have been lax about posting. Do you have something in mind? Pie, cake, cookies? What? Let me know. I will try to get something posted that will fit your needs. I am too fond of baked goods (as you know) and have a plethora of outstanding recipes, all easy to make (I don't make any other kind).

{{Hugs}}

[bates-motel.livejournal.com]

Cookies, brownies, bars, along those lines, but if you have an exceptional cake I will try that too.