Caleb wakes up on the floor.

There were others before her, of course.

When Rust and Maggie have sex, Rust is sober, and Maggie is taking a calculated risk.

Tybalt and Mercutio collide, for once more or less harmlessly, while Romeo's busy losing it in the men's room.

They were old stones, the stones that buried Leporino, the boundary markers of a rustic edifice or a low wall. They might have tumbled down the ravine under the weight of last winter’s snow, or at an unlucky push.

(Written for cygnes and the prompt: the secret history au where it's a jacobean revenge tragedy.)

Two bodies touch and come away marked.

Or, through the looking glass.

Tris and Four take a detour.

In Egypt, the emperor sleeps poorly.

Sing, o Muse, of the wrath of a philosophy major upon realizing his roommate/boyfriend has borrowed his copy of Fear & Trembling and has no intention of giving it back. Scenes from one highly troubled semester.