I haven't posted a fic in forever. I haven't even really written anything in weeks (maybe months, I don't know. It's been a crazy-long time, anyway), so apologies for the rust and verbosity. Once I started I just couldn't seem to stop.
Title: The Story Dragon
Author: Sue (pseudonumity), now with a shiny new blog.
Rating: NC-17 (which was really fun to try to write at work, let me tell you...)
Word Count: 2800. Sorry. She's long.
Summary: Patrick wakes up to find Pete's taken him across the border.
Author's Note (1): I took a little creative license here. I'm going with the Festival the way I remember it, and with the old Dragon because the new one sucks monstrous donkey cock.
Author’s Note (2): At an ungodly hour this morning I had an idea about how to end this, and sent off an e-mail seeking approval. I haven’t gotten a response yet, but I’m going with it anyway. If this gets retroactively shot down… well… meh. I’ll burn that bridge when I come to it.
Disclaimer: Not true and not mine. Any resemblance to real events is coincidental, and would probably be adamantly denied by festival organizers, anyway.
Warning: If you happen to be from around London and the Children's Festival is a beloved memory of innocence and mirth, I apologize for raping your childhood, but it's your own fault for reading this.