Against the Dying of the Light: A Dylan Thomas Fanfiction

“Don’t let go,” his voice whispered to me. I squinted at him. I could barely see him, his face shot with blurs and streams of light and shadow. But I knew him, knew the shape of his face, bending over my hospital bed. He wanted me to fight. Did I want to fight? Did I want to go? I didn’t know. Rage, rage, against the … Continue reading Against the Dying of the Light: A Dylan Thomas Fanfiction

Covent Garden: A Pygmalion Fanfiction, Part I

The Eynsford-Hills lived in Covent Garden, in a high brick house surrounded by a sleek black fence. The house looked more or less as posh as the houses surrounding it; if anything, it gleamed a little too brightly. The gardens were exquisite. It was rumored they were tended by Mrs. Eynsford-Hill herself, who planted a breathtaking array of every flower imaginable. Mrs. Eynsford-Hill was rather … Continue reading Covent Garden: A Pygmalion Fanfiction, Part I

Weeping Willow: A Secret Garden Fanfiction

Eight years later Mary’s boots crunched in the icy topsoil of the vegetable bed. Winter had lingered well into April that year, bringing her out into the garden early in the morning to check on the fragile seedlings. It was just as well. The garden was the only place she felt remotely at ease these days. Just last night, she had argued with Uncle Archie. … Continue reading Weeping Willow: A Secret Garden Fanfiction

After the Green Light: A Great Gatsby Fanfiction

I never met Gatsby personally. Few of us did, though we frequented his house each week for his lavish parties. I never knew why I went — I thought I would meet someone, I suppose, or have some undefined adventure. Instead, I invariably woke with a headache like a drumbeat and a rather depressed feeling. I did once meet Daisy Buchanan, though. When the summer … Continue reading After the Green Light: A Great Gatsby Fanfiction

A Yellow Wood: A Robert Frost Fanfiction

  Autumn had lingered that year. The woods rioted with color, the leaves heavy gold like jewelry dangling on the branches. “Take the main road,” Henry’s mother had told him as he tied his pack. “It will lead straight on to the train that will get you to New York.” Her weathered hands rested for an instant on his shoulders. “Are you sure?” she asked … Continue reading A Yellow Wood: A Robert Frost Fanfiction