Moments at Gol: Chapter 1 – Kirk
Jim was scared to see Spock. He had never been scared to see Spock before. The Vulcan had been apprehensive of facing him, perhaps when he had spoken of pon farr, so very long ago.…
Jim was scared to see Spock. He had never been scared to see Spock before. The Vulcan had been apprehensive of facing him, perhaps when he had spoken of pon farr, so very long ago.…
~ by Aconitum-Napellus It is morning Catkins gold. Wind sun, Chainsaw sound, a warm buzz I am tired of trying. Past noon really Past noon on this March day Boulders lie. Grass is weak and…
~ by Aconitum-Napellus I was wrong and nothing cracked but every moment moves away from the sharpest watershed for you. A birth, a building, a star filled slew of life – and then the slowest…
Epsilon Canis 4. ‘Kiss me,’ she said. Spock looked down at her, at first startled, and then faintly apologetic. ‘Miss Chapel,’ he said in a rational tone. ‘I know that you have lost a good…
Flake after flake drifted down outside the clear aluminium window. Jim had said they looked like stars. They did not look like stars. Stars moved with predictable regularity, more precise than clockwork. If Spock looked…
Sometimes, just sometimes, Petunia let herself look into Harry’s eyes, because there she saw Lily, and through Lily she saw her father, and something of her mother, and little glimpses of her grandparents, all of…
December was a dull month. Even on the starship Enterprise, without the natural cycles of weather or the tilt of the earth creating shorter, darker, colder days, December was still a dull month this year.…
By Aconitum-Napellus Word Count: 1256 Rating: G Summary: Seven-year-old Spock has a destiny... but what is it? Of course he had always been different. Of course a good Vulcan was not supposed to give a moment’s…
~ by Aconitum-Napellus When he cleared out her room after the dreadful event he made some startling discoveries, for Edith Keeler, for all of her saintly activities in her outward life, was a kleptomaniac. She…
40 Eridani was hot today. Outside, sand scudded over the ground in a light wind, scouring rocks into ever more exquisite sculptures millimetre by millimetre and grain by grain. It was a long time, it…
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