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So, it's snowing. It's been snowing for DAYS. And the urge to insist that the sky is falling is almost irresistable. Once you have that, the story wrote itself (because I always felt bad for Chicken Little). Incidentally, I seem to write an oddly large amount of stories involving ducks.


Title: The Day The Sky Fell
Author: googlebrat
Fandom: Chicken Little
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Summary: Once upon a time Chicken Little went outside and something white and wet fell on her head. And she said "Oh no, the sky is falling! We should tell the king!"
Warnings: I suppose major character death (but still no worse than the story!)
Disclaimer: Not mine
 
( The Day The Sky Fell )

Did I mention the strangely large amount of fic I end up writing about ducks? Written for the Good Omens exchange, I can now post it, and also thank perryvic who provided a God voice when I got stuck. (Yes, God was, in fact, my co-writer as we said at the time)

Title: Nice Weather For Ducks
Recipient: emerald_embers
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairings: Crowley/Aziraphale, God/Lucifer, Pollution/Famine
Ratings: PG13 for infrequent swearing
Warning: May contain ducks
Summary: "Nuclear reactors, human toys -- it was all just playing," she said. "Of course, they didn't need human help for this. That's like believing they needed to ask permission." Her smile widened, perfect red lipstick unharmed by rain and wind. "They don't react to humans beginning hostilities. They begin hosilities and everyone around them reacts to that. As above, so below. This war is going to make all previous wars look like.. like ants' battling."

( nice weather for ducks )