Oh my god. Okay, I'm really, really freaked. This:
"The single sheet wrapped round her body had become inexplicably tangled around her legs and feet. She was awake now; she’d hardly slept, swimming just below full consciousness in a sea of dreams.A memory rose unbidden before her..."
is mine, from here (http://www.sleepingwithghosts.popullus.net/crossoverfic/sleepingwithghosts.html), but with the pronouns changed from "he" to "she". She's added "A memory rose unbidden before her", that's not mine.
This is mine (from the same story as linked above):
"Another memory, visual and brightly coloured, pink glitter and kohl-smeared eyes, ragged fingernails painted deep red, and a delighted voice chanting, “Fairy boys are pale and nervous, yeah...” Safety, and warmth, and flickering firelight, and two goblets, one with white wine, one with red..."
And so is this (ibid):
"Every time a choice is made, the universe splits into two. For every might-have-been, there is another universe in which what might have been is reality. Alternative realities are roads not taken, an infinity of possibilities open for the taking until someone makes a choice. There are millions of billions of trillions of them, around each other and on top of each other and laid over each other, and all quite unaware of each other. As I write this, I brush my hair out of my eyes, and in doing so, I have touched a million other realities, who are as negligibly conscious of my existence as I am of theirs."
"They are all different. The one thread that binds them together is the passage of time, rolling on forwards, trailing them all in its wake. There’s a great wooden wheel of time, a lumbering, creaking wheel that takes millions of years to make one revolution, but revolve it does, for history does eventually repeat itself. The wheel has been here as long as time has existed, and its age can be clearly heard in the rumbling and creaking and groaning as it turns. On a cold, clear, still night, listen closely and you might hear the sound."
"It’s not perfect; nothing ever is. It has its flaws, and out at the edge of the wheel, in between the spokes, the fabric of the universes is stretched thin, too thin, and sometimes, small holes can be made. Just for an instant, of course.
But then, when you’re dealing with the whole of history from beginning to end, an instant is longer than you might think.
[...creak, creak, creak...]
Maybe an hour; maybe two.
Maybe an entire..."
This is off my website (http://www.sleepingwithghosts.popullus.net):
"Disclaimer⁄legalese: I'm doing this for my own amusement; no money is being made. I am permanently penniless and suing me would be like trying to squeeze liquid mercury out of a recalcitrant piece of brick"
Except mine says "I am a permanently penniless student." She's changed it to suit her!
And this is from my journal again, here (http://loneraven.livejournal.com/469687.html):
"(Since I wrote the above I have had several more glasses of red. But as I was just observing, my linguistic skills seem to be the last to go, after my motor skills and whatever the skill is that stops you seeing red-wine halos around everything.) But everything is beautiful. Really,beautiful."
Except mine says "several more glasses of rosé", and "white-wine halos". This is deliberate plagiarism.
I am very, very freaked. Thank you for finding these for me. Um... I don't know. If you've signed up just for me (thank you again!) could I perhaps have your username/password? I'd like to see for myself.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ninetydegrees
no subject
on 2006-02-20 01:01 pm (UTC)"The single sheet wrapped round her body had become inexplicably tangled around her legs and feet. She was awake now; she’d hardly slept, swimming just below full consciousness in a sea of dreams.A memory rose unbidden before her..."
is mine, from here (http://www.sleepingwithghosts.popullus.net/crossoverfic/sleepingwithghosts.html), but with the pronouns changed from "he" to "she". She's added "A memory rose unbidden before her", that's not mine.
This is mine (from the same story as linked above):
"Another memory, visual and brightly coloured, pink glitter and kohl-smeared eyes, ragged fingernails painted deep red, and a delighted voice chanting, “Fairy boys are pale and nervous, yeah...”
Safety, and warmth, and flickering firelight, and two goblets, one with white wine, one with red..."
And so is this (ibid):
"Every time a choice is made, the universe splits into two. For every might-have-been, there is another universe in which what might have been is reality. Alternative realities are roads not taken, an infinity of possibilities open for the taking until someone makes a choice. There are millions of billions of trillions of them, around each other and on top of each other and laid over each other, and all quite unaware of each other. As I write this, I brush my hair out of my eyes, and in doing so, I have touched a million other realities, who are as negligibly conscious of my existence as I am of theirs."
"They are all different. The one thread that binds them together is the passage of time, rolling on forwards, trailing them all in its wake. There’s a great wooden wheel of time, a lumbering, creaking wheel that takes millions of years to make one revolution, but revolve it does, for history does eventually repeat itself. The wheel has been here as long as time has existed, and its age can be clearly heard in the rumbling and creaking and groaning as it turns. On a cold, clear, still night, listen closely and you might hear the sound."
"It’s not perfect; nothing ever is. It has its flaws, and out at the edge of the wheel, in between the spokes, the fabric of the universes is stretched thin, too thin, and sometimes, small holes can be made. Just for an instant, of course.
But then, when you’re dealing with the whole of history from beginning to end, an instant is longer than you might think.
[...creak, creak, creak...]
Maybe an hour; maybe two.
Maybe an entire..."
This is off my website (http://www.sleepingwithghosts.popullus.net):
"Disclaimer⁄legalese:
I'm doing this for my own amusement; no money is being made. I am permanently penniless and suing me would be like trying to squeeze liquid mercury out of a recalcitrant piece of brick"
Except mine says "I am a permanently penniless student." She's changed it to suit her!
And this is from my journal again, here (http://loneraven.livejournal.com/469687.html):
"(Since I wrote the above I have had several more glasses of red. But as I was just observing, my linguistic skills seem to be the last to go, after my motor skills and whatever the skill is that stops you seeing red-wine halos around everything.)
But everything is beautiful. Really,beautiful."
Except mine says "several more glasses of rosé", and "white-wine halos". This is deliberate plagiarism.
I am very, very freaked. Thank you for finding these for me. Um... I don't know. If you've signed up just for me (thank you again!) could I perhaps have your username/password? I'd like to see for myself.