Poet's Corner: The Dead of Winter by Samuel Menashe

We got a dusting of snow last night. And no school for Okapi Minor today! Whee!

The Dead of Winter by Samuel Menashe

In my coat I sit
At the window sill
Wintering with snow
That did not melt
It fell long ago
At night, by stealth
I was where I am
When the snow began

My fic: Justified: The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner

I had the new-to-me privilege of being the first to post in a fandom on AO3. I am posting here in case anyone's read The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner by James Hogg (1824). It is about Scottish Calvinism, among other things. It was a great influence on Robert Louis Stevenson and his Jekyll and Hyde, among others. And one of the first instances of an evil doppelgänger in Western literature. I also found an audio book version narrated expertly (the Scottish accent is key to getting in the spirit of this one) by Peter Kenny and Nicholas McArdle. This was a fill for the Corsets and Lemons 19 century kink meme. OP wanted 'sexy selfcest murder persuasion.'

Justified (1500 words) by okapi
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner - James Hogg
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Robert Wringhim/Gil-Martin
Characters: Robert Wringhim, Gil-Martin
Additional Tags: Selfcest, Doppelganger, Doppelcest, Religious Fanaticism, Oral Sex, Intercrural Sex, Anal Sex, references to murder, Reference to child flogging
Summary:

Gil-Martin may be Robert Wringhim's evil side or he may be the Devil himself.

James Hogg's The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner (1824).

My fic: Two Advent Drabbles: Jeeves & Wooster: Gen

Prompt: Christmas Pine (It's just a pun)

“I say, Jeeves, what do you think that species of tall and needled over there is? I don’t believe I’ve seen one quite like that before.”

“That is a Christmas pine, sir. During the Yuletide season, it stands stoic and stalwart and silent in the face of that which it most desires and denies its own longings, preferring to guard its tenderest elements from the scorn or, indeed, the very recognition of its beloved.”

“You don’t say. Do you think I should, oh, I don’t know, slip it fiver or give it a fraternal pat on the trunk or something?”

Prompt: Christmas kittens

Jeeves turned the corner and crashed into his employer carrying a hamper.

“Sir?”

“Jeeves! Apologies and whatnot, but I can’t talk now. I’m in desperate need of children. Cherubs, you know. Wee ones. Pitter-patter of little feet.”

“Indeed, sir?” Jeeves’ brow crinkled an eighth of an inch. “Confirmed bachelor, no longer?”

“Don’t be daft! I found these, and if I don’t pawn them off on some unsuspecting excrescences soon, I might succumb to their siren charms and then we’ll be the proud owners of…”

He lifted the lid.

“…a pair of Christmas kittens.”

“Oh, dear. I’ll help you look, sir.”