List of net published fictional work.

I just kind of thought... why the hell not? why not try and get some system into all of this mess.

So I am trying to list the fiction here and link to it.. and sort of.. systematise it. some-what..
And then I will be updating this specific page runningly as my stories grow.




Harry Potter stories;
none of these are in a continuity with each other, all separate stories which has nothing to do with each other.

Snape centret;

Second chance a new choice

About second chance a new choice; This is my baby! my novel! proving that I am indeed capable of writing an entire book should I want to! the longest thing I ever wrote and the best thing!
starting out as guilty pleasure but grew into so much more as Severus Snape goes on a time travelling journey to completely change his past, but it isn't that simple.. things quickly starts going wrong.

Missing moments;

About Missing moments; an additional story tied in with Second chance a new choice, showing scenes that we didn't actually see in "Second Chance." or sometimes we did but now we see it from another characters perspective. It was just written for my own scene, it's almost like a collection of cut scenes out of Second chance.

My future destiny

About my future destiny; A surprisingly dark story about time travel, where it's not the adult Severus going back in time, but the young boy Severus going ford in time, only to be frightened to death about what he is supposed to become.

We meet again, and yet nothing is the same

About We meet again; I don't believe Severus ever got to even as much as see Lily ever again after their graduation, even when he fought for her life doing the last year of the war. And here's what I think would maybe happen did they meet.. but it's not romantic pink or anything, it's pretty gloomy and sad. I am not so sure I like the twist ending myself, but something had to be done to end it :/

Other Potter Stories.

The Hogwarts Staff room

About the Hogwarts Staff room; probably my second favourite out of all of my potter stories (next after second chance.) scenes taking place exclusively inside of the Hogwarts staff room, showing conversation taking place among that colourful group which is the Hogwarts teachers, and reached the entire time span as the books, though in only short chapters, some amusing and some a little dark. Every day is a new day at the hogwarst staff room.

They are both in you

About they are both in you; yeah I know Remus Lupin were best buddie with Harry's dad and not Neville, doesn't chance that he must have known Neville dad though.. and well, it's just a great excuse for having the two kindest characters in the potter books get a conversation going.

Oh so it's you I am named after!

About, so it's you I am named after; It's just a little fun story of Albus Potter being cute as he finally meet the portraits of the his two name brothers which he was named after.



Doctor Who stories
Again, none of these stories are connected, other than may being referring to the show itself, but within my stories, there is no plan to be found, they are all one shots.

Time and time, again and again;

About Time and Time; Well.. we all secretly wish for a big Doctor clusterfuck where they all can meet each other.. and here it is.. every single eleven doctors stuck on each other for a few minutes because one of them had to go and fuck up the universe. each chapter taking place from a new doctor point of view, meant for fun.

The poor boy and the princess

About the poor boy and the pricness; set directly after cold blood.. the first time around Rory died.. shezz boy, stop dying all ready. Well, it's Amy mourning him without even knowing it, and how does she do that? by making up a tale.


To live

About to live; Don't know about you.. but I find the thought of meeting your future self.. knowing you will one day, no matter what you do, turn into that.. kind of scary yet fascinating.. and here's the second doctor.. shortly glancing and the ninth.. and not liking it.

One day

About One day; well.. I find the thought of the Doctor never checking up on Susan.. kind of odd.. I mean, yeas he is afraid of looking back but she is his legit grand daughter, so this is my take on what may have happened.

My imaginary friend by Amelia Pond

About My imaginary friend; I'll like to say.. I was the first one to write one of these! there's kind of a lot of them now, but it really was my own idea and mine was the first! What it basically is is Amelia writing an essay about her imaginary friend, and we then read what she wrote.. my idea dammit.

All those faces again and again;

About all those faces; this was a tribute written for the brigadier, made before Courtney died.. making such a tribute all the more worthwhile and just... sad..
It's about the very old retired and ill brigadier thinking back on all the times he met the doctor and all the different incarnations he have seen the doctor as.

Once I had blue eyes.

About Once I had blue eyes; My take on the difference between the classic doctor who and the new doctor who from an inside perspective.. from the doctors perspective.. as he ones again looses to the Daleks in the beginning of season five of the new series.



Darkwing Duck Stories!
All right now are we talking. this is the reason I really wanted to make a page.
To get some sense into the Darkwing stories.
Darkwing Stories are probably what I enjoy the most to write, it's just a great way for me to let loose, and all though you can read every single one of my stories as one shots.. I'd like to make a time line right here.. and the time line will include episodes from the show which matters.. such as the pilot and so one.. so lets get going!


These are the days of our lives; My Story
a kind of prologue feel of a story taking place way back long before Drake Mallard became Darkwing Duck, while he was still Drakey and only nine years old.
Exploring what it was in him that would ensure to make him a super-hero, also contains the first meeting between him and a certain witch, contains lots of cameos of mini versions of known characters.


Darkly Dawns; the television show.
The pilot to the Darkwing Duck television show where Darkwing for the first time meets Gosalyn and decides to adopt her.

The story of the unremarkable kid, called Honker; my story
takes place straight after Darkly Dawns as the Mallards moves into a new normal home, with new normal labours. takes place in the point of view of Honker, the kid next door who can't help but notice how very strange the Mallards behave.

Out of time; my story
Oh, typically Megavolt and Darkwing! now the two eternal nemesis's are stuck on each other as they hop scotch through different dimensions, never knowing where they are going to land next! It's a weird and strange nightmare.

Fongus Homungus; The television show.
Episode so central and important to the show for introducing the enchantress Morgana, Darkwings biggest love.. and luckely for him the feeling is mutual.. a shame she's a criminal huh..

Tonight the moon shines bright; my story
ahh, to be so madly in love! it just sucks when you can't trust your love interest though you want to! And now you probably should work together but it's so distracting! this story ties into "These are the days with of our lives." with certain plot points, and is kind of a part of a trilogy.

Tiff of the Titans; television show.
Introducing Gizmoduck, a rivalling superhero into Darkwings life.. and Darkwing hate the guy! they pretty much hate each other and they are to titan rivals to the last!

Ghoul of my dreams; The television show.
Morgana the beautiful enchanter is back... to commit a crime.. damn it! you naughty girl Morgana! stop it! fortunately it's heavily implied in the end that she has pretty much decided to turn good..

Love Alakazam; my story.
Oh you lucky devil Darkwing, Morgana did indeed turn good! and here is how she did it! all for you, you sir, are one lucky duck! to bad she doesn't get on to well with your alter ego Drake Mallard :/

I stole you with me home; my story
but lets not forget the other lady in Darkwings life, his most treasured little darling.. Gosalyn.. who suddenly a day.. realise she actually have kind of a question to ask her adopted father.

Just us Justice ducks; television episode.
Yayness, the biggest duck team-up you ever saw! It's just a fun two parter team up episode!


Time and Punishment; Television episode.
Gosalyn by mistake gets trapped in a time top with Megavolt and Quackerjack, and arrives at the future that would happen without her presence.. where Darkwing Duck.. had become Darkwarrior Duck.. a man without mercy always out for ultimate justice, turning him into an even bigger menace than any villain.

Pulp Heroes; My story
man.. having to deal with other heroes all is sure annoying! yet another rivaling superhero intrudes on Darkwings tuff, and guess what? He doesn't like this new-comer either! man it's to bad they are stuck inside of the city!


The Steerminator; Television episode.
Oh oh... the return of Darkwings greatest enemy.. Taurus Bulba.. just go check the episode out, it's ridicoulesly cool!

My daughter, her life; my story
A miracle have happened, a true blessing.. though.. it fells like a curse.. They found Gosalyns real parents which she can go home with now..
Or are they her parents....? plotting, team-up, meeting of new family members. lots of small details :)

I am Dark who..? ; my story
Return of Darkwarrior duck.. the dude is freaking bad-ass.. he ripped apart time and space to fight himself back, to set things as he deems right.. and well, terrorise the city a bit while he is at it.. Darkwing never having faced any-thing quite like this before grows nervouse.. and he figures, the menace needs to be fought in a completely different way.

The terror of Mr. Sandman; To be written.
every-body starts getting waking nightmares.. first small and not worth taking notice off.. but then they start growing.. and suddenly starts becoming a real problem as they enters the real world.. christ.. and Darkwing? will he be able to face his own greatest nightmare? even if he doesn't exactly know what that entails?

Night of the Godzilla Monsters; To be written.
Will tie in with "My Daughter, her life." where Chameleon and Tuskernini first meet and decided to strike up partnership by making a movie together, they make the movie.. but unfortunately everyone hated it and got major bad reviews, at ones the two plots revenge and Chamille uses her shapeshifting abilities to become the big movie monsters, crushing the city while Tuskernini sets the stage.. It's time for Darkwing to tell who's boss!

Visit to Duckburg; to be written.

The beginning of the Boom comics! the overtaking of Sain Canard by Quackerwers, Darkwing hanging up his cape.. and all going shit..

When we are not allowed to life;
a sort of prolouge to the BOOM comics, showing a little more what happened in the three years Drake Mallard wasn't Darkwing and the days that lead up to it all breaking loose ones again.

The Duck knight returns; Boom comics.

The first.. and kind of only Annual Boom comic.

This is the best I can be.
ties directly into the Annual Boom comic! exploring Clara and Quackerjacks relationship a bit further.

The rest of the Boom comics, and the ending of the Boom Comics!

My midnight Rose; To be written.
... Will be the last in my trilogy and tie into "These are the days of our lives." and "Tonight the moon shines bright."
In the Boom comics Morgana was lost as she chose to sacrifice herself to safe Darkwing, now Darkwing realise he had a way to get her back all along, using the items they got on their first adventures together, though it may become extremely risky, but.. it's worth it. And Darkwing Embarks on a journey to get her back no matter the cost.

Story; I wish I could play the piano

She loved Pianos.

For all of her life, she had found them beautiful, fun and fascinating, and she had always wished to be able to play one.

One day she stood with her father, they were watching a marching band. “There’s no pianos in it.” She muttered sadly.

Her father chuckled amused. “A piano would be a bit heavy to carry around wouldn’t you think?”

“But it’s the best sort of instrument.” She sighed. “I really wish I could play the piano!”

A year after that, she was sitting watching a Marx brothers movie for the first time, Harpo Marx was the funniest, never saying a word and yet so expressive, but then suddenly, Chico Marx sat down, and he started playing the piano. It was done so masterfully and yet so humour filled, the girl was stunned into silence and enthralled looked his light hands over the piano as was it a dance in its own right.

“I really really wish I could play the piano like that.” She muttered astounded.

“Well that would be quite impressive.” Her father commented. “Though, only few in the world can do that.” He continued. “If you could, I don’t think you would be sitting here keeping your old dad company.”

And the girl looked abashed down; though her eyes peered up at the TV-screen again, go she wished she could play the piano.

She was a young woman now, and it was concert time in the school, she however was not a part of it, only the audience, she saw her classmate, proudly showcase the song he had written and could play on the piano. He was sexy as he played it and sang the jazzy tune, though most enthralling was the sounds escaping from the piano, coming from him.

Oh she wished she could play the piano, it was absolutely beautiful.

It was a day in wintertime, nothing extraordinary about it at all. The girl who had now become a young woman sat down.. in front of her, there was a piano.
She swallowed as she rested her finger on one of the tangents, and then lightly pressed it to let a tone escape the instrument, the entire wooden construction lightly vibrating because of the tone. Barely breathing she opened up the book, it spelled out. “Piano for beginners.” She wettened her dry lip as she tryingly put both her hands on the piano.
And then. She learned to play the piano.

Prosa; What do I want?

For funny background information.
I wrote this piece of Lyric when I was 15 and actually won two different awards with it strangely enough.
A local youth award for most intelligent poem, and bigger Summer city award for best reflecting poem.
That was one weird experience, as people can see, the poem is rather tiny and non saying.

I don’t want to be alone
I don’t want to rely on others
I want to fit in
I want to be unique
I want to fly far away
I don’t want things to change
I hate when people have expectations
I am sad when they don’t
I can’t figure out what I really want
Can you?

Doctor who short Story; The Poor boy and the Princes.

Set right after cold blood;



Once upon a time, there was a boy. The boy was poor and humble, yet he had a great many deal of virtues. He was kind, gentle, intelligent, brave, compassionate, and his heart was made of the purest gold, though most importantly, he loved the Princess above everything else. Every day and every night he would guard the princess as she was the most valuable treasure, and for him she was. He would support her when he knew she was wrong, he would protect her when she made her stupid decisions, he would bring her flowers and bathe her in sunshine. Though he was poor and couldn't give her much, he had already given her something worth more than anything else in the universe: His heart. All he wanted in return was for her to look down and meet his gaze. But his gifts and undivided attention were in vain, for the princess' gaze only pointed one direction: Upwards. The only place the little princess would ever look was up at the stars, waiting. Waiting to be taken away from her little garden with the duck pond, and away from the poor boy who had given her his heart. No, she wanted more than this. She wanted to see the universe, to taste the finest wine and touch a burning star with her own hand. So busy was she looking up, that she never looked down, and never met the poor boys eyes, so she never even had the chance to discover what a precious gift he had offered her. And it was all her own fault.

"Amy!"

Shocked, Amy almost dropped the pen as she heard the Doctor call out to her, his voice was neither cheerful nor enthusiastic, as she had come to suspect it would be every time it was time to explore a new place. Red cheeked and ashamed, Amy put the piece of paper she was writing on down. What was wrong with her? Here she was, living the dream and adventure, so what was she doing writing? When had she ever written anything fictional in her entire life? And now that she had apparently gained a taste for it, why fiction? Why not about all those amazing things she was seeing? She could write the best selling diary of the year with all those unbelievable things. Angrily, Amy wiped a tear away from her face, before she was suddenly staring at her wet hand. "What the hell?" She could fell her checks were still red, and for some reason a tear had escaped. She felt depressed and unable to speak. The fictional poor boy she had written about on her paper stuck in her mind, and he made her cry. How could the princess have been so stupid? "Amy, are you okay?" The Doctor popped his head into her room with a worried look in his eyes. "Yes, I am fine," Amy responded, hiding her emotional state as much as possible. "Where are we going this time?" she asked with a vague smile on her lips. "Something random and new?" "No..." The Doctor shook his head, though his eyes never left Amy. "I have chosen our destination carefully this time. Ancient Greece. Arcadia, more specifically. Relaxing, beautiful, mind soothing." "Why?" Amy asked a bit baffled. "I don't need to relax." For some moments, the Doctor was looking at Amy with a very odd look, almost hurtful. "I think I do," the Doctor finally responded. "Please," he added, surprising Amy as the Doctor hardly never said something like please. "Well of course," Amy blinked. "It's your time machine ain't it? Relaxing sounds good."

In the time the princess was spending looking up in the stars, the poor boy did anything to get into her favor. One day it happened that the princess was very sad. She was sad about being left alone in her little garden, as always, the poor boy was there, right beside her, and suddenly she realized she was never alone, because he was there, even though she was still looking towards the stars. His hand found its way to hers, and before she knew it, they would always hold hands. She would depend on his strength, his ability to make her smile, and his words that made her feel special. It had become time for her to look down from the stars, and see what she had. But something held her back, something in her told her, that if she would only keep looking, she would be rewarded.

Amy hugged the piece of useless paper close to her heart, as she looked sadly down at a couple of young lovers. Even in ancient Greece that simple aspect of human nature just wouldn't be undermined. The sky had turned dark, and above her the stars were shining, all of them untouchable, but not for her. Not anymore. She had been rewarded. All she needed to do was to point towards a star and say "That one!" and whoosh, she would go there. She could be there in a minute, in a second, ten minutes ago.

And then it happened, crashing down from the stars came the princess's reward. The princess did not believe it herself, but there it was, everything a princess could dream of. The new suitor, the man she had been waiting for, for so long, was much more fitting for a real princes: The rich dashing man, with his gifts of magic and his abilities to take the princess beyond the stars. He was the man who the rest of the world centered around, and he too would give the princess everything she desired. So shining and so impressive was the man, that the blind princess immediately dismissed the poor boy, who had been fighting for her heart for so long. When the princess was invited to the dashing man's magical world, she stepped inside without hesitation, and before she knew it, she had left the poor boy behind. Never realizing that it was the mistake of her life.

Amy had to stop writing for a moment, as she had to keep her tears back. "My sweet dump boy." The words escaped her mouth, though it would be impossible for anyone but herself to distinguish the words, as they were completely spoiled by her crying. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" she scorned herself. "Stupid." She looked down on the used paper, and it was almost as if the pen had its own life, as it put itself down on the paper.

Fortunately, the dashing wise man, that could travel beyond the stars, was also very wise. He was able to see what she didn't. The man would never forgive himself he was responsible for tearing the young lovers apart. So he did the only thing he thought could solve the problem. He came back to the little garden, bringing the princess for the sole purpose of picking up the poor boy, and letting the poor boy travel with them, so the three of them could travel together. In that way the princess could have everything she had ever wanted, she could both travel beyond the stars and have her true love.. Unfortunately, the princess wasn't nearly as wise as the traveling man, and her mind was torn. She told herself she had been waiting for so long, and she was sure the dashing man was what she wanted. Only obligation caused her to hold the poor boy's hand once more. That is, until she almost lost her love. It was first, after hurt, danger and traveling, after losing and crying. Then did it finally happen. She at last stopped looked up, and dared to look down. Once she did there was no way back. As she met the poor boy's eyes for the first time in all the time she had known him, she was drowning. It scared her but on the same time filled her with such joy. Suddenly, she realized she would never be able to go on without that poor boy. She did not know when it had happened, if it had happened through a long time or just suddenly, but the boy had stolen her heart, and she needed to be with him. He was her strength, her conscious and her reason, and she needed him. This just made it all that more tragic, that one dark day, he was suddenly gone. The princess had come to pay for her blindness, as she only dared looking down, mere moments before it happened. She had had a whole life of him being by her side, but she had wasted that life looking up, and then he was just gone. Leaving the princess alone, although she finally was where she wanted to be - beyond the stars. She had missed the greatest opportunity of all, and now she was left in a dark, sad place, with no means of escape, no means of comfort... and nowhere.

"NO!" Amy screamed the words as she threw the paper aside. "No, no, no!" She cried, not understanding why she was crying. She reached again for the paper with the intention of tearing it apart, but something within herself kept her from doing so. Sobs escaped Amy's mouth, as tears streamed down her cheeks. It was not what was supposed to happen.

Maybe the boy was poor, but he was also rich. Even though he was gone, he really wasn't - he had made the princess a better person. Such simple things as, "I'll do it for you." or "Look at that flower." really meant, 'I love you' when it had come from his mouth. He was precious, too precious to be forgotten.

Amy breathed out in the air. It was supposedly very cold right now, as damp was created with each of her breaths, there was even slight rim of frost around her, creating a glittering carpet on the grass that glittered in contest with the cloud free, star sprayed sky. Amy knew that she should feel cold, only she didn't. She should also feel awed or happy or something. Only she didn't feel that either. Amy just felt strangely empty. She did hear the Doctor approaching her from behind, his soft careful steps, and she accepted his jacket as he put it around her. "Are you okay?" the Doctor asked, concerned. "Yes," Amy answered automatically, as she saw the white mist escaping her mouth with the word. "Why would I not be?" "No reason." The Doctor kept silent for some moments. "What's that?" Ashamed, Amy shoveled her scribbled papers away. "Nothing," she said quickly. "Just trash I'm going to throw out." But the doctor was not easily fooled, as he sat down beside Amy, and gently pulled the papers out of Amy's hand. Amy felt her cheeks grow red in embarrassment, as the Doctor actually read her little story. She had seen him read before, he could read an entire book in ten seconds, but as of now, he took his time and read each word carefully. Amy even got the impression that he read some words twice to get it all, before he handed the papers back.

"Whatever you do, don't throw that away. Keep it safe." The Doctor instructed her, as she took back her papers. "Why?" Amy asked, at the same time she did what he instructed and put the papers safely in a pocket inside of the Doctor's jacket that wrapped around her. "Is it important?" Amy asked. The Doctor did not affirm a thing. Amy really hated when he was this cryptic all though she guessed he had his reasons. "Just keep them safe, and read them once in a while," the Doctor told her softly, kind of too carefully for Amy's taste. "If you feel like adding something in it, just do it." "Okay," Amy nodded. "Though it's sort of weird, I never write. I just felt a compulsion to it." "It's good though," The Doctor told her. "That poor boy, doesn't he have a name?" the Doctor asked, though in a way that it sounded like he was stepping around in a mine field. Amy shrugged. "Well no, but neither does the dashing man. Honestly Doctor, I don't know why I even wrote this." "Doesn't matter," the Doctor assured her. "Writing is not a bad thing." "But this story is," Amy objected. "It makes no sense. Why would that boy stay with the princess? And why would he have to pay for what she did. I don't understand it myself." "Well, I can think of many reasons," The Doctor looked out in the air, speculating. "She is a princess, so she would have to be beautiful. You didn't write of any of her virtues, other than she is a dreamer, which is a good thing. My guess would be that she is feisty, intelligent, compassionate, wise and does all kinds of things worth giving his heart to her." "But unthankful," Amy sighed. "He would never leave her in a million years, and she just left him without a second thought, and why should he pay? He didn't do anything, but be so brave all the time." The Doctor smiled vaguely at her with those sad eyes. "It's cold. Let's get back to the TARDIS." Amy nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah, we should do that."

The princess was alone, although she wasn't. Her own beloved would always be there in her heart. She remembered warm days where they had fed ducks at the pond, he had made a joke, and it had made her laugh. His eyes had lit up, as he realized he had made her do so, and the princess couldn't believe she was that lucky. As the princess lay in bed, she could fell her beloved's arms around her, his breath down her neck, and she knew no matter what she did, he would always support her. In his eyes, she would always be his princess. And even though it had taken a while for the princess to figure it out, he would always be her only real prince.

Short Story; The man that didn't choose.

There was a man.

he had not chosen this job, it was his parents wish that he should go to college all though he did not enjoy schematics, all though it was not unbearable.
It was his fathers wish his education may be used, and it was his mother who knew who would hire him. So the man willingly went with it.
The job was dull, gray and not what the man had wished for when he was younger, but it was bearable, so he supposed it was fine.

He had not chosen this apartment, the apartment was in the middle of the city, his grandmother had insisted he should be close so he could help, outside of the window it would be filled with smoke and grease, the staircase up the the little flat dirty brown and unwelcoming, equally so the neighbours, all looked like a non caring sort of people, but it was not unbearable, so the man supposed it was fine.

He had not chosen this couch, it was ugly and smelled of moll. It was like the dust would fly away from it whenever the man touched it.
Yet it was an heirloom from his dead uncle, and the couch was not unbearable, so he supposed it was fine.

the man had not chosen this set of clothe, it was ugly and itchy, the sort of clothes you only see truly boring people wear, people who were accountants or really old history teachers, all though the job the man had not chosen was just such a boring job.
But the clothes was a gift from his parents neighbours, and it was not unbearable, so he supposed it was fine.

The man had not chosen his job, his education, his apartment, the couch in the apartment, the clothes he was wearing. non of these things made him happy or made him smile the least.

non of it was his choice, yet it was.

He had chosen that life.