From raissa@IMAP2.ASU.EDU Sun Jun 16 21:27:56 1996 Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 16:18:33 -0700 (MST) From: raissa@IMAP2.ASU.EDU To: choff@violet.berkeley.edu Subject: Raissa Devereux's Fanfic Hi Cynthia, Here's the fic I still have saved. >From raissa@IMAP2.ASU.EDUSat Feb 10 14:33:51 1996 Date: Fri, 9 Feb 1996 23:30:27 -0700 (MST) From: raissa@IMAP2.ASU.EDU To: fkfic-l@psuvm.psu.edu Subject: It Could Be Worse 1/1 It Could Be Worse (An X-Files Xover Sonnet) Spooky and Nicky 'round a table sit. Mulder jolts Knight from a flashback old. To get the answers, Fox just won't quit, but will drag our boy from the past so cold. I've been a parasite, Brabant says. I've travelled the world, shunned the sun. I've created corpses, preyed on strays. Afraid to hope that I'd soon be done. In his spookiest tone, Mulder replies. At least you've seen the world. You weren't left among sewage and flies, where another parasite I know is curled. With atomic wounds, this creature must live, a blinded worm, while you can still give. Raissa Devereux 1595@ef.west.asu.edu >From raissa@imap2.asu.eduSat Mar 9 18:26:49 1996 Date: Sat, 9 Mar 1996 18:24:24 -0700 (MST) From: raissa@imap2.asu.edu To: fkfic-l@psuvm.psu.edu Subject: Dark Shadows 1/1 Dark Shadows (Another X-Files Xover Sonnet) Lacroix gazes into his drink. He tries hard not to show the shock. Of the fever, he dares not think, Much less of this new weapon talk. Too much, too much, too much, thinks he! How could this death tonight be true? The dingbat is no more, poor flea. The rest must face a darkness new. A man, a shadow, caught in flight. A deathless body counts for naught. Who's there is gone without soft light. By science's Dark Matter caught. Two agents scribble at the bar, For them- the end. For him- a scar. >From raissa@imap2.asu.eduSun Mar 10 15:00:13 1996 Date: Sun, 10 Mar 1996 14:59:22 -0700 (MST) From: raissa@imap2.asu.edu To: fkfic-l@psuvm.psu.edu Subject: The Parent Trap 1/1 The Parent Trap (Another X-Files Xover Sonnet) By Raissa Devereux raissa@imap2.asu.edu Lacroix surveys the corpses fresh. Encore! The Barber- only worse. The Eves his accidental flesh. At last, gone is the cloning curse. Eve Eight had been a tasty meal. Arose she, preserving her kin. Cindy and sis did hatred feel. Poison put they beneath her skin. Curare and a good, sharp stake Repaid Auntie for fangs she made. 'Lil vamps then planned to Grandpa take. A trap sure siblings thought they laid. Uncle commands his sword with ire. Headless they'll go to fuel his fire. >From raissa@imap2.asu.eduTue Feb 13 18:22:26 1996 Date: Tue, 13 Feb 1996 18:20:48 -0700 (MST) From: raissa@imap2.asu.edu To: fkfic-l@psuvm.psu.edu Subject: Communities 1/1 Communities (An FK/Beauty & the Beast Sonnet) Two fathers of two sons talk. One son lives in mortal night. One son shuns immortal plight. One from the other must learn to walk. Lucius gives order to his son alone. Commanded love should be enough. Thinking strong thoughts shouldn't be tough. The way to Nicholas must be shown. Jacob a new world built for all. Help of many made foundations strong. A son through love combats night's thrall. With the family he can belong. To raise a Community's son, fathers can't be communities of one. Raissa Devereux raissa@imap2.asu.edu >From raissa@imap2.asu.eduFri Mar 8 20:25:14 1996 Date: Fri, 8 Mar 1996 20:23:59 -0700 (MST) From: raissa@imap2.asu.edu To: fkfic-l@psuvm.psu.edu Subject: A Question 1/1 A Question (Another Beauty & the Beast Xover Sonnet) By Raissa Devereux raissa@imap2.asu.edu The Yule below Nick sure enjoys. Always so much this knight can do. Some books, some rooks, and many toys- Wrapped with snowflakes and crystals too. Amid presents a child he spies. She gives Nick a "Save me" look. A question in her gray-blue eyes. A golden star in hand she took. The tree, glowing, loomed large and bright. Oh how to get the star on top? Nicholas had his cue that night. To her problem he'd put a stop. O come with me into the air. They placed the star without a care. >From raissa@imap2.asu.eduSat Feb 10 16:59:22 1996 Date: Sat, 10 Feb 1996 16:58:32 -0700 (MST) From: raissa@imap2.asu.edu To: fkfic-l@psuvm.psu.edu Subject: My Dream Tag 1/1 My Dream Tag By Raissa Devereux raissa@imap2.asu.edu For Britain, quoth Nick's foe. This frog, said he, really must go. This fanged Poirot got his goat. This Devil's dick must the Channel float! Stake down, cuffs out. Who'd believe the truth he'd shout? By the way, quoth Nick B. Poirot's from Belgium- same as me. >From raissa@imap2.asu.eduSat Mar 9 11:31:09 1996 Date: Sat, 9 Mar 1996 11:27:58 -0700 (MST) From: raissa@imap2.asu.edu To: fkfic-l@psuvm.psu.edu Subject: Dungeons And Dragons 1/1 Dungeons and Dragons By Raissa Devereux raissa@imap2.asu.edu Nosgul I.A. she thought they were. Come from the night to stop the cure. But no. The are Arthur's old crowd. Come from beneath the mystic shroud. Bring her they do to a chamber. It is not in the least macabre. To hark the jesting dissembler While playing princess is her job. With this static role Nat is bored. The corny clown can strike no chord. My mind could riddles gayly solve. My part in this game must evolve. Why can't I Merlin be, asks she. Because, says Larry, I am he.