Meme!

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Meme the first:
Remember that AU I never wrote? Of course you don't. Give me the description, and I'll write precisely 100 words of it.

Stolen from a bunch of people.

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[bookblather]

Holly at the Library of Alexandria just prior to burning.

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[Forgive me for any anachronisms/inaccuracies? I know next to nothing about Egypt in any year.]

I knew this Library well. I taught myself to read here, under the sharp, unimpressed glares of a large number of not terribly bright minds. I knew its poetry and its design as intimately as any dear friend. It was my still center and my sole refuge in all Alexandria.

I breathed easier here. I still would, forever and ever after, but for the fire and the smoke and the ash. I hold books and scrolls as close to my heart as my jealous skin allows. The Roman fire might take the library, but not all of it, and not me.

[bookblather]

this took me forever to respond and I am sorry, but this. This is lovely. Especially "jealous skin," just, wow.

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Thank you so much! I'm glad to know you liked it.

[isana]

BFTS, set in Victorian England.

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Armistice was shrouded in a nigh-permanent smokescreen of tobacco and hashish, and had been christened in the naive hope it would be a place of unity through alcohol. Those who spoke its name did so with irony, or no inflection at all; so when Cyprian was called upon to arrest a pernicious drunkard, he knew the motions quite well. He wasn't expecting said drunkard to be his best friend, gunned down as a soldier in Transvaal four years ago.

"How are you still alive?" Cyprian muttered as he locked Sorensen up. Curled up in a shivery repose, Sorensen gave away nothing.