Fanfiction by Elucreh

I should be writing my Big Bang and four or five different research papers, so of course I started writing this. I blame harriet_vane and her Brendon's-appearance theories.

( When Bren is fourteen, she decides to have her first crush on Dale Hallman. )

Title: Howled Happily Along: A Folktale
Author: elucreh
Wordcount: ~1600
Rated: G
Ship: Gen
Summary: The music could never be truly beautiful, he felt, unless there were others there to share it with.
A/N: So my folklore professor asked us to write an original folk tale, and I grabbed a pencil, and the first line I thought of to write was, Once, not long ago, there was a young man, short of stature but kind of heart, who wanted more than anything else in the world to make beautiful music. It's possible I should be under some kind of medical supervision. Please be warned, this is a story written according to very strict rules about "what is a folktale", so it is not at all like most fic.
Further A/N: Obviously written with a pre-split worldview


( Howled Happily Along )

Title: Irately Addressed to Madeleine Kemper
Rating: G
Notes: This is for the...well, non-existent...fandom for the Ellen Conford book "Seven Days to a Brand-New You", a poem written to Maddy Kemper, the protagonist. Now, actually, I like this book as a parody of teen chick lit and as a spunky little story. But one day the girl just got on my nerves...

( Irately Addressed to Madeleine Kemper )

Title: Sleeping Through Anything

Pairing: R/Hr

Rating: G

Summary: Ron promises to get up to study. Hermione sees to it he keeps his word.

A/N: Let’s review the basic facts. (1) J. K. Rowling wrote all the Harry Potter books, and (1 prime) she is one the most amazing, brilliant, exceptional people on the face of the planet. (2) She did not go crazy last weekend and sign all the rights over to me. (What would I do with them? I can’t write like that!) Therefore,(3) I am making no money from this, I do not deserve to make money from this, and if you want to send me money, please pretend that it was because you admired my taste in socks from three continents away, because (3 prime) I adore the woman and I would never want to deprive her of the kind of money it takes to acquire good taste in socks.


( Sleeping Through Anything )