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Glee Drabble #7
Feb. 25th, 2012 11:53 am( Impulse Control )
And now I qualify in Glee for RemixRedux. Assuming, of course, that Glee is a qualifier fandom. ☺
Yet another Glee Drabble
Feb. 11th, 2012 06:08 pmTo answer the unasked questions: I’m writing Glee drabbles because Remix Redux is coming up, and I’d like to qualify in another fandom (I do qualify in Firefly and Veronica Mars at this point, but I’d like to qualify in as many as possible), so I’m writing some Glee.
This one’s about Sue, and I know that my version of Sue is probably drastically different from most people’s. And I defintely think she should be on meds, because she’s seriously crazy.
This one’s about Sue, and I know that my version of Sue is probably drastically different from most people’s. And I defintely think she should be on meds, because she’s seriously crazy.
( Track Suit Lies )
Trying something new
Feb. 11th, 2012 05:12 pmThis is a Glee drabble. I know that it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, so I just ask that if it’s not something you’re interested in, you not read.
Kurt is one of my favourite characters. I don’t always agree with him, but I always see where he’s coming from with it. This drabble is a result of talking about Kurt with my fiancé. So, yes, this is my interpretation of Kurt, but it’s an interpretation based completely off of the canon I’ve seen so far (I’m a little less than halfway through Season 2).
Kurt is one of my favourite characters. I don’t always agree with him, but I always see where he’s coming from with it. This drabble is a result of talking about Kurt with my fiancé. So, yes, this is my interpretation of Kurt, but it’s an interpretation based completely off of the canon I’ve seen so far (I’m a little less than halfway through Season 2).
( Born This Way )
12 Days of Christmas
Feb. 4th, 2012 05:14 pmOkay, so I started this story, doing it in drabbles, as pre-gifts for the VM Secret Santa that I signed up for. Unfortunately, I didn’t do the math exactly right to have one drabble every day, culminating in the thirteenth day having the full-blown story that was the entire story, so I went ahead and posted the story-story, and put the 12 Days fic on the backburner to finish quickly.
And then real life kicked me in the teeth.
So now, just in time for Valentine’s Day, I have the story finally finished.
And then real life kicked me in the teeth.
So now, just in time for Valentine’s Day, I have the story finally finished.
Drabble month
Oct. 2nd, 2009 10:46 amSo, I heard something about "Drabble Month", and decided that "Drabble Month" means for the month of October, the goal is to write one drabble a day.
So I decided to do that.
I then decided to have my drabbles be about three characters that I'm going to be basing an original story off of- I've done the first three or so pages of that story (probably more likely to be the first ten- I write really small), but have decided to put that one on hold so that I can do NaNoWriMo with it.
So I'm doing my drabbles about these characters as teenagers and young adults so that I have their backstories established, so that my creativity is already running along those lines, and all I have to do is focus it forwards instead of backwards, and so that I can be getting a feel for their voices.
Here are the first two.
Special
Oh, snap.
Seph stood in wide eyed wonder as her world crashed to an end around her.
A memory echoed over her. "You're special, Sephy."
Yeah. Special.
Too special. This was the level of special that would change her life forever.
This was the kind of special there was just no getting over.
She sighed and got out the broom and dustpan, carefully sweeping up the shards of broken glass from the vase she'd accidentally levitated in anger.
Then she'd pack.
Her parents would never forgive her for being a mutant.
She'd hop on the first bus to New York.
Different
Charlie knew growing up that he was different- and it wasn't just the color of his skin that made him different.
That was just skin. Surface level.
What made him different was much deeper than skin- but it was just as much a part of him as his skin.
It was in the way he moved.
Dancing was as integral to who he was as words were to Shakespeare, math to Einstein.
His family couldn't understand. He didn't blame them.
He saved up his money, left home and never looked back.
New York was his future. His new home.
I'm really excited about this project. I really think it will make the novel better in the long run.
So I decided to do that.
I then decided to have my drabbles be about three characters that I'm going to be basing an original story off of- I've done the first three or so pages of that story (probably more likely to be the first ten- I write really small), but have decided to put that one on hold so that I can do NaNoWriMo with it.
So I'm doing my drabbles about these characters as teenagers and young adults so that I have their backstories established, so that my creativity is already running along those lines, and all I have to do is focus it forwards instead of backwards, and so that I can be getting a feel for their voices.
Here are the first two.
Special
Oh, snap.
Seph stood in wide eyed wonder as her world crashed to an end around her.
A memory echoed over her. "You're special, Sephy."
Yeah. Special.
Too special. This was the level of special that would change her life forever.
This was the kind of special there was just no getting over.
She sighed and got out the broom and dustpan, carefully sweeping up the shards of broken glass from the vase she'd accidentally levitated in anger.
Then she'd pack.
Her parents would never forgive her for being a mutant.
She'd hop on the first bus to New York.
Different
Charlie knew growing up that he was different- and it wasn't just the color of his skin that made him different.
That was just skin. Surface level.
What made him different was much deeper than skin- but it was just as much a part of him as his skin.
It was in the way he moved.
Dancing was as integral to who he was as words were to Shakespeare, math to Einstein.
His family couldn't understand. He didn't blame them.
He saved up his money, left home and never looked back.
New York was his future. His new home.
I'm really excited about this project. I really think it will make the novel better in the long run.
I feel like my emotions are all jammed into a blender at high speed, and I’m left having to deal with the mush. The only thing is, to deal with it, I have to know what emotions they are. And I don’t. Has anyone seen Freaks and Geeks? Well, there’s this one scene where Sam and Neil are making a concoction that Bill has to drink. He has to keep his eyes closed so that he doesn’t know what’s going into the sludge, while they mix everything up, and then turn it into a smoothie. Well, that’s what I feel like with my emotions. Like I’ve been blindfolded, and all my emotions are all mixed together, and I have no clue what’s in them, but I have to work through them.
It’s rough.
To cheer myself up, I decided to write a drabble.
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She’s slipping off the edge. She can feel it. She’s sliding off the edge of a cliff into utter darkness, and that thought scares her more than any other thing she’s dealt with. She’s trying to keep it from happening. She’s holding on, but only tenuously. She’s clinging to the edge by her fingernails.
Her friends will save her.
What a joke. She doesn’t have friends.
He will save her.
No, he won’t. Why should he? She wasn’t anything to him.
She couldn’t fall. She wouldn’t fall.
She was clinging to the edge of the cliff by her fingernails.
But fingernails break.
It’s rough.
To cheer myself up, I decided to write a drabble.
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She’s slipping off the edge. She can feel it. She’s sliding off the edge of a cliff into utter darkness, and that thought scares her more than any other thing she’s dealt with. She’s trying to keep it from happening. She’s holding on, but only tenuously. She’s clinging to the edge by her fingernails.
Her friends will save her.
What a joke. She doesn’t have friends.
He will save her.
No, he won’t. Why should he? She wasn’t anything to him.
She couldn’t fall. She wouldn’t fall.
She was clinging to the edge of the cliff by her fingernails.
But fingernails break.
She straddled him, sitting in his lap in an obscene mockery of intimacy, brandishing the knife. “Hey, Wes. You have eyes like chocolate. I like chocolate a lot.”
He came to a decision then and there. She might cut into his skin so deep he’d never heal completely.
She might make him scream.
She might even kill him.
But she would not break him. He would not give her the satisfaction.
The knife bit into his chest again.
He screamed.
But he did not break.
She would not break him.
She would not break him.
She. Would. Not. Break. Him.
He came to a decision then and there. She might cut into his skin so deep he’d never heal completely.
She might make him scream.
She might even kill him.
But she would not break him. He would not give her the satisfaction.
The knife bit into his chest again.
He screamed.
But he did not break.
She would not break him.
She would not break him.
She. Would. Not. Break. Him.
Drabble fun
Sep. 11th, 2006 08:42 pm( First Drabble )
( Second Drabble )
***
You see, the first one was done because of something I wanted to show … and then the end surprised me. The second was done … it’s always bugged me that Ms. Calender couldn’t figure out how Angel got into the school. A school is not a living place … unless it is.
( Second Drabble )
***
You see, the first one was done because of something I wanted to show … and then the end surprised me. The second was done … it’s always bugged me that Ms. Calender couldn’t figure out how Angel got into the school. A school is not a living place … unless it is.
Four Drabbles
May. 13th, 2006 10:52 pm(I fixed the spelling. I apologize profusely. No, I don’t use the spell check, mainly because it keeps wanting to change things that I know is correct, and so by the time it gets around to pointing out the real errors, I’m not paying attention anymore. Still, the people around me deserve better than a half-assed job.)
Okay, so I decided to write drabbles on everything I’d requested, and got a little carried away. Nemo Gravis, I loved your gift for me. It made my day, and really made me think.
– – – – – – –
** So I wrote a drabble on a conversation between Xander and Tara. Not because yours wasn’t good, it was great. (I loved the spandex line.) But it made my creative juices flow.**
Untitled Drabble #1
“So you’re the girlfriend.” She nodded. She wasn’t going to risk her tongue knotting up. Not for this. She knew instinctively that for her and Willow to work, he’d have to approve. “She could have told me, you know.” One corner of his mouth lifted. “She used to tell me everything.
She said the unspoken words. “Until m-me? That’s n-not fair.” She steadied herself. “You ca-can’t hold m-me responsible for your friendship. How m-many girlfriends did you t-tell her about? Cordelia, Faith? You want her to talk to you? Talk to her.”
He shrugged. “You’re right. You’re blunt, y’know that?”
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** And here’s the Xander/Kennedy interaction. I promise that my views of the characters only rubbed off slightly. As in slightly more than a lot.**
Untitled Drabble #2
“You don’t like me.”
He shot her a Look. “No, I don’t. But Willow does… plus, you could turn me into a Twizzler. So I’ll be nice.”
“Why don’t you?” she demanded.
“For starters, THAT.” She’d unconsciously shifted into a fighting stance. “Something doesn’t suit you, you beat it till it does. Like you think you can do whatever you want, now that you’re a Slayer. So no, I don’t like you. But, here’s the scoop: I don’t HAVE to like you. ’Cause you’ll be gone soon. You don’t really love Willow, you love power. And Willow? Doesn’t love you.”
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**Xander and Dawn that I had to write. It’s technically part of a segment to a story, but oh, well. And then, there’s one that I had to write, even though I don’t believe it. Possible, yes. Probable, no. Oh, well.**
Untitled Drabble #3
She leaned back. “So, I’m guessing you like me?
He resisted the urge to squirm. “No. You’re my sister.”
She took his face in her hands, and looked him in the eye. “No, I’m not. If I were, we just crossed the line into sick and wrong.”
He pulled away. “Guess I’m sick and wrong.” He was pacing now. “I took you to ballet class, baby-sat you —”
She interupted him. “You saved my life more times than I can count.”
His back was to her. “Maybe, but …” He turned back in. “Who the hell taught you to kiss like that?”
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**And, finally …**
Untitled Drabble #4
He’d love to have her on his side. Better would be if he could also convince Ripper, but he’d take what he could get. And she would be easy to convince. All he’d have to do is get rid of the two that stood in his way: the white knight, and the golden girl. The tricky part would be in getting someone else to do it. It couldn’t be traced back to him. He was rather fond of living. He would plant the idea in a phone call.
He heard the ring and answer. “It’s Ethan. Slayers aren’t exactly bulletproof.”
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Okay, would you people PLEASE give me ideas? I want to write, but I’m not so great on the idea end of things.
Okay, so I decided to write drabbles on everything I’d requested, and got a little carried away. Nemo Gravis, I loved your gift for me. It made my day, and really made me think.
– – – – – – –
** So I wrote a drabble on a conversation between Xander and Tara. Not because yours wasn’t good, it was great. (I loved the spandex line.) But it made my creative juices flow.**
Untitled Drabble #1
“So you’re the girlfriend.” She nodded. She wasn’t going to risk her tongue knotting up. Not for this. She knew instinctively that for her and Willow to work, he’d have to approve. “She could have told me, you know.” One corner of his mouth lifted. “She used to tell me everything.
She said the unspoken words. “Until m-me? That’s n-not fair.” She steadied herself. “You ca-can’t hold m-me responsible for your friendship. How m-many girlfriends did you t-tell her about? Cordelia, Faith? You want her to talk to you? Talk to her.”
He shrugged. “You’re right. You’re blunt, y’know that?”
– – – – – – –
** And here’s the Xander/Kennedy interaction. I promise that my views of the characters only rubbed off slightly. As in slightly more than a lot.**
Untitled Drabble #2
“You don’t like me.”
He shot her a Look. “No, I don’t. But Willow does… plus, you could turn me into a Twizzler. So I’ll be nice.”
“Why don’t you?” she demanded.
“For starters, THAT.” She’d unconsciously shifted into a fighting stance. “Something doesn’t suit you, you beat it till it does. Like you think you can do whatever you want, now that you’re a Slayer. So no, I don’t like you. But, here’s the scoop: I don’t HAVE to like you. ’Cause you’ll be gone soon. You don’t really love Willow, you love power. And Willow? Doesn’t love you.”
– – – – – – –
**Xander and Dawn that I had to write. It’s technically part of a segment to a story, but oh, well. And then, there’s one that I had to write, even though I don’t believe it. Possible, yes. Probable, no. Oh, well.**
Untitled Drabble #3
She leaned back. “So, I’m guessing you like me?
He resisted the urge to squirm. “No. You’re my sister.”
She took his face in her hands, and looked him in the eye. “No, I’m not. If I were, we just crossed the line into sick and wrong.”
He pulled away. “Guess I’m sick and wrong.” He was pacing now. “I took you to ballet class, baby-sat you —”
She interupted him. “You saved my life more times than I can count.”
His back was to her. “Maybe, but …” He turned back in. “Who the hell taught you to kiss like that?”
– – – – – – –
**And, finally …**
Untitled Drabble #4
He’d love to have her on his side. Better would be if he could also convince Ripper, but he’d take what he could get. And she would be easy to convince. All he’d have to do is get rid of the two that stood in his way: the white knight, and the golden girl. The tricky part would be in getting someone else to do it. It couldn’t be traced back to him. He was rather fond of living. He would plant the idea in a phone call.
He heard the ring and answer. “It’s Ethan. Slayers aren’t exactly bulletproof.”
– – – – – – –
Okay, would you people PLEASE give me ideas? I want to write, but I’m not so great on the idea end of things.
Okay, so I’m borrowing one that I saw on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ludditerobot’s . (Did I get the name right? My profuse apologies if I didn’t.)
Bear with me, I’m writing from the top of my head. Seriously. It’s going straight from my brain to my fingertips.
FAITH, WILLOW, ICE CREAM
“I have a bad memory about ice cream.”
The brunette swiveled her head. “You’re shitting me, right? It’s ice cream. There ain’t nothin bad about ice cream.”
“Says you.” The redhead shot back. “Buffy was away for the summer, and Xander was looking at me like I’d always wanted him to.”
“Not seeing the bad here, Red.” Faith licked a long swipe off her cone.
“Then we were attacked by vampires. Buffy showed up, staked him, and resumed her place as the golden girl in his eyes. I never had a chance.”
“You got some ice cream on your nose.”
***
Hope you enjoyed.
ludditerobot’s . (Did I get the name right? My profuse apologies if I didn’t.)Bear with me, I’m writing from the top of my head. Seriously. It’s going straight from my brain to my fingertips.
FAITH, WILLOW, ICE CREAM
“I have a bad memory about ice cream.”
The brunette swiveled her head. “You’re shitting me, right? It’s ice cream. There ain’t nothin bad about ice cream.”
“Says you.” The redhead shot back. “Buffy was away for the summer, and Xander was looking at me like I’d always wanted him to.”
“Not seeing the bad here, Red.” Faith licked a long swipe off her cone.
“Then we were attacked by vampires. Buffy showed up, staked him, and resumed her place as the golden girl in his eyes. I never had a chance.”
“You got some ice cream on your nose.”
***
Hope you enjoyed.
