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Original fic: The Showing

The Showing
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
1382 words
rating: PG


A loud whine emitted from the speaker on the wall followed by the crackle of static. Someone coughed, cleared their throat. The noise subsided.

“Attention, all ages. If you have strawberry blond to red hair please proceed to the showroom immediately. All red heads, all ages to the show room. Thank you.”

Everyone returned to their work. Except Agatha. She took a deep breath then quietly gathered her things. In the hall she found Brian waiting for her. His hair reminded her of the color of cooked carrots. Agatha’s was a deep red. More like the color of cherries.
“Pretty exciting, huh?” said Brian, taking her books and tucking them under his arm. Read more…

Original fic: Waking Up Strange

This is another intersection, this time with jem0000000. Hers can be found here. You can read them in any order.

Waking Up Strange
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
1251 words
rating: PG

I woke with a gentle breeze across my forehead, yet I did not recall opening a window. How odd. The morning sun peeked through the curtains, shining light on the many dust motes making homes in the draft. It was awfully cool for a mid-August morning.

Unable to shake the chill that had awoken me, I dressed in warm pants and a sweater. I reached for my necklace, but found it missing from my bureau. I seemed to be losing many things lately. Old age they called it. Surely it would turn up somewhere. Read more…

Original fic: Venture

by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Hoyt, Gery
1399 words
rating: PG-13


The air sizzled, the smell of burning ozone tickling my nose. Klaxons wailed from all over the ship, their red lights creating shadows across the metal walls. Like I need more warnings. I shimmy under the control console of the command center. Half the controls aren’t working—there had to be a short somewhere in the system.

Gery, where’s my bleeder?” I reach my hand out for the tool. “Gery!”

This ship shudders, tosses me around a bit.

Hoyt, get up here. We are going in!” Read more…

Original Fic: Waterhouse

This story came about in a contest called LJ Idol on livejournal. We had to intersect stories with another participant. You might be able to read the story I based mine off here: recklessblues LJ

by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
words: 1363
rating: PG

My boots clicked along the polished wood floor. The hall was dark and musty, the faint scent of burnt ozone tickled my nose. I pulled the crumpled piece of paper from my pocket and read it. Nothing had changed from the first dozen times I’d looked at it since arriving at the University in Brandywine.

Room 220-B
Survey of History: The Fall
Prof. E. Barth

I came to the last door on the right—a tall, solid wood door worn on the edges from years of countless students swinging it opened. A shiny metal plaque next to it read 220-B, and a card clipped under that simply said, “HISTORY-BARTH.” This was the place. I shoved the paper back into my pocket. Why were my hands shaking? I willed them to still, for my suddenly raspy breathing to even out. This detour was not part of the plan, but disrupted none of the important aspects of it. I was just curious.
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