By Me:
(Sorry, kiddies, I had to take off the links to "Sir Percy's Story" -- I want to get it published, and thus, having it up on the WWW would probably be a not-so-smart idea.)
Anyway.

Masque By Starlight... a very, very melodramatic Phantom of the Opera story that I started in my freshman year.

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5

And here are a few other randomities...
To a Beloved One, a sonnet that I wrote for English class in my junior year.
Winter War, a poem that I wrote in my freshman year.
Shadow, another freshman year poem.
Shadow of My Dream, yet another freshman year poem, but one which I actually set to music. (This also appears in Part 2 of "Masque By Starlight.")
Morning Glory, a sophomore year poem that I actually wrote during the left-over time at the end of the CAT tests.
The Alphabet Song, a random piece of amusement by me and Joanna.
The Earth is Flat, a persuasive essay I wrote for English class in my sophomore year.
The Cathedral of Notre Dame, a sophomore year fanfic that I wrote for Susan J in a fit of Pimpernel-and-Phantom-obsessed melodrama.
A Moment on Endor, a Star Wars based vignette featuring Han Solo and Princess Leia. (This is being published in the second issue of the fanzine Bloodstripe.)
Anywhere I Wander, another Star Wars story, this time from Leia's point of view.
Speak Low, another short Han-and-Leia story, somewhat based on a scene from a lovely little movie called Witness.
Random Semi-Existentialist Musings, a senior year piece of strangeness that shows exactly how bored I was in German class. It involves M&M's.
The Purple Pimpernel, a little parody I wrote in June '98, when my beloved musical was in serious danger of closing. This, my friends, is the real reason they kept the show open through May of '99 -- it actually had nothing to do with Radio City Entertainment! By the way, this features ten of the first Leaguers that I was close with, most of whom are "originals."

...and coming soon (hopefully)...
The Route to Sambriari, a Han Solo fanfic involving a planet (and a heroine) invented by yours truly.
Devorah's Tale, a Phantom phanfic that's mostly a fill-in for Susan Kay; a random Russian girl, and Erik at the Nijni-Novgorod fair.

By Lindsey W:
Scarlet... a story based on characters from The Civil War

Part 1: The Streets of Richmond
Part 2: The Tavern
Part 3: Kristie
Part 4: Autolycus Fell
Part 5: The Question
Part 6: Those Damn Yankees
Part 7: Into Terror
Part 8: One Blue and One Gray
Part 9: I Am So Sorry
Part 10: The Hospital
Part 11: Delilah
Part 12: Missing in Action
Part 13: Narrow Escape
Part 14: Cold
Part 15: Surprises
Part 16: With These Hands
(E-mail Lindsey for the lost chapter!)
Part 17: The Journey
Part 18: Hotchkiss
Part 19: Something's Wrong
Part 20: Finale

By Lex H:
A Tenth Rate Breakdown, a touching story of a boy... and a dream. Bring your tissues.

By Jaime R:
The Bells... a wonderful story using characters from Notre Dame de Paris

Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4

By Birgitt S:
Like a Drop of Blood, a wonderful Han Solo fanfic, sequel to a yet unwritten story and based on a real-life experience had by my friend Heidi.

By Heidi O:
"Into the Fire"... not that one!, a demonstration of what happens when Han Solo meets Percy Blakeney.

By Christina P:
Wayside Flowers, a lovely Pimpernel story that takes place immediately following the end of Orczy's The Elusive Pimpernel.

You know those little lists of, say, 100 Things You Can Do To Piss Off So-And-So? I love them. Come on, I know you love them too....
Characteristics of Community Theatre. See how many apply to you!
Find the answer to the Eternal Question....
Jekkies: are you afflicted? This is a list I compiled from a bunch of people who posted this stuff on the J&H board over a year ago... it still amuses, though.
Ever had a cat? Ever thought that it was Satan personified? I hear you. My cat is like that too. Come read the feline reasoning behind all those demonic deeds!
How many listers does it take to change a lightbulb? Come on, I know you're curious!
Everybody's free to watch Star Wars. Come find some advice on how to live your life. There, that was blunt.


I was seventeen, I was the homecoming queen
I had it all under control
I said no doubt boy, you better not be coy
Because my calendar's just too full
It was never a question if I needed attention
I knew all the games to play
But now I'm no fool, and this is not high school
But it's the same old game today...
--Kay Story, "Watch Me"