002 Middles
Wow, I finished a second ficlet for fanfic100! It's actually the shortest fic I've ever written, at 234 words, but I think it's one of my best :-) And I finished setting up my geocities website http://www.geocities.com/mypaperheart1990/homepage.html and I've put 001 and 002 up on there too! So feel free to take a look :-D.
I really want to get some more music. I don't actually have very much :( if I wasn't going to spend my birthday money on a digital camera, I'd buy myself some music. I guess I will if I have any money left over, but I want to get a really good camera and my dad told me they're about £250 which is very expensive... especially as I got £270 for my birthday, plus some clothes shop vouchers. So I guess I'll buy myself a camera, then try and find some money to buy music. I think my mum owes me about £20 in pocket money, because although I hardly get any (£4 measley quid a week!) she hasn't given it to me for about five weeks. Ah well. On to the fic, eh?
Title: Middles
Fandom: Abhorsen Trilogy
Characters: Kirrith, Arielle
Prompt: 002 Middles
Word Count: 234
Rating: G
Summary: Kirrith is worried about the Clayr's opinion of Arielle
“Who is the father of your child?” Kirrith asked wearily. Her little sister Arielle had recently returned to the Glacier seven months pregnant, and was refusing to tell Kirrith the name of the father.
“I am not going to tell you that, Kirrith,” Arielle replied, equally wearily.
“But Arielle, every Clayr always records the parentage of children! You’re embarrassing me by walking around like that!” Kirrith said, pointing at Arielle’s stomach. Arielle hugged her middle protectively and glared at Kirrith.
“If you’re jealous that in two months time I will be a mother, then go and find yourself a man,” she said crossly. Kirrith snorted.
“Jealous? Of walking around like an elephant?” she asked. Arielle looked enviously at Kirrith’s flat stomach. “You look as if you have a pillow stuck around your middle!”
“Fine!” Arielle yelled. “My middle is the size of Belisaere and yours is as flat as a pancake! I’m jealous! But Kirrith, please stop pestering me!” Kirrith sighed.
“I’m just worried about you, Arielle,” she said gently. “You’ve always been so… outlandish compared to the rest of the Clayr… and now you’re pregnant, and I’m just worried you’re going to get yourself into big trouble.”
“I won’t do anything that my Sight doesn’t tell me to,” Arielle promised. “And can we stop fighting about the size of our middles? It’s really not a fair comparison.” Kirrith laughed and the two sisters went to lunch, smiling all the way.
Little Damn Table link: http://airelement.livejournal.com/4194.html
I really want to get some more music. I don't actually have very much :( if I wasn't going to spend my birthday money on a digital camera, I'd buy myself some music. I guess I will if I have any money left over, but I want to get a really good camera and my dad told me they're about £250 which is very expensive... especially as I got £270 for my birthday, plus some clothes shop vouchers. So I guess I'll buy myself a camera, then try and find some money to buy music. I think my mum owes me about £20 in pocket money, because although I hardly get any (£4 measley quid a week!) she hasn't given it to me for about five weeks. Ah well. On to the fic, eh?
Title: Middles
Fandom: Abhorsen Trilogy
Characters: Kirrith, Arielle
Prompt: 002 Middles
Word Count: 234
Rating: G
Summary: Kirrith is worried about the Clayr's opinion of Arielle
“Who is the father of your child?” Kirrith asked wearily. Her little sister Arielle had recently returned to the Glacier seven months pregnant, and was refusing to tell Kirrith the name of the father.
“I am not going to tell you that, Kirrith,” Arielle replied, equally wearily.
“But Arielle, every Clayr always records the parentage of children! You’re embarrassing me by walking around like that!” Kirrith said, pointing at Arielle’s stomach. Arielle hugged her middle protectively and glared at Kirrith.
“If you’re jealous that in two months time I will be a mother, then go and find yourself a man,” she said crossly. Kirrith snorted.
“Jealous? Of walking around like an elephant?” she asked. Arielle looked enviously at Kirrith’s flat stomach. “You look as if you have a pillow stuck around your middle!”
“Fine!” Arielle yelled. “My middle is the size of Belisaere and yours is as flat as a pancake! I’m jealous! But Kirrith, please stop pestering me!” Kirrith sighed.
“I’m just worried about you, Arielle,” she said gently. “You’ve always been so… outlandish compared to the rest of the Clayr… and now you’re pregnant, and I’m just worried you’re going to get yourself into big trouble.”
“I won’t do anything that my Sight doesn’t tell me to,” Arielle promised. “And can we stop fighting about the size of our middles? It’s really not a fair comparison.” Kirrith laughed and the two sisters went to lunch, smiling all the way.
Little Damn Table link: http://airelement.livejournal.com/4194.html