There's ugliness there, worrying at them from under their skins. Jemima and Tumblebrutus are to be mated in three days' time, but there's a shadow waiting and a delicate balance quite ready to be tipped.

It's a frightening thing, falling for someone who is like the very embodiment of a storm. And even though he believes, for he always will, the strength of his belief has a limit. (Or, four times Mistoffelees and Tugger nearly kissed and the one time they did.)

She just wants to go now, soak sun into her fur and let it light her eyes. For his mind is devoid of light and there is nothing left for her here.

The Jellicles have changed. No longer are they civilized. With Deuteronomy's death died the respectability of the Junkyard cats. She, too, changed. They call her now the Jellicles' Best.

Sometimes, he's your best friend. Sometimes, he looks to be just a little bit more. Entry for broadwaykhaos' Jellicle Week March.

Etcetera's diary - for Nekosoda's diary project thing. (note: abandoned.)

Tumblebrutus is very particular about the mug he drinks out of. He has a favourite, you see. But when the mug is dropped, it falls apart - and really, it's impossible to make it the same again.

She can't be who she is not.

When adolescent cats gather within the confines of a car under the pretense of education, stuff goes down. (note: utter crack, in more than one way. probably the worst fic i have ever written.)

One moment he's here, the next he is not. And dreams are simply dreams.

Christmas fic - a present for the lovely Nekosoda. Everyone deserves a present on Christmas.

We will always wish for more than what we have. With our imagination, we can have anything.

Her affection for Plato was innocent; then it became an obsession. But when even her own sister is against the relationship, she's forced to run away with another tom under terrible circumstances. And there, she learns who she really is - and what she's really meant for.

Take a step back and realize that it isn't fair. It's scandalous. (note: another 'guess the pairing' fic.)

In fact, they never even considered the idea. But someone really ought to go and help them to exist. (drabbles on strange pairings. note: no longer being updated.)

To be forgotten is a fate worse than death – but we will never forget you. A true story for a lonely girl.

I had her; she was mine. I would unravel her, I would break her. (note: this fic is a game of guess the pairing.)

She left anyway, under the cold eyes of the moon, because she didn't love him. Not at all. For BroadwayKhaos' 'Random Jellicle Week' contest.

All his life, he yearned for one thing: silence. He thought that only one queen could grant him that, but she betrayed him. But now, as he turns to leave, he finds his reason to live. Twoshot.

Everyone has a dream when they're young. What were the dreams of some of the younger Jellicles?

For Hazelthorn's unusual pairings contest. Second place winner. (note: a very old and rather cringeworthy work.)