Meme, Doctor, Prompt_a_day Fic
I shamelessly stole this really fun quote meme from buffygirl52789.
15 television quotes:
1) Name the series.
2) Name the speaker(s).
3) Name the episode.
4) Whoever gets the most points wins!
*Note: a few shows appear more than once. Also, comments will be screened so everyone gets a chance to guess!
1. "So... my whole life, everything... All I get to keep are thoughts and memories?"
"That's all we ever have, Peanut."
2. "I laugh in the face of danger! Then I hide until it goes away."
3. "All right, so he's vanished into thin air. Why's it always the great-looking ones who do that?"
"I'm trying my best not to be offended."
"I'm sorry. I mean...men."
"Right. Thanks. That made me feel loads better."
4. "She lives in a trailer park, Clearly she's disturbed. I mean clearly."
5. "Sorry… I'm late… Horrible nightmare visions… "
"It's called life, [Name]. Sit Down."
6. "When I was little my mom told me Santa Claus didn't exist, neither did the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy or the Great Pumpkin. Even though she didn't say so specifically, I just sort of assumed that God didn't either."
7. "Let the girl speak the truth. We're all on death's doorstep, repeatedly ringing the doorbell, like maniacal Girl Scouts trying to make quota."
8. "What crazy flavor of Kool-Aid do they make you drink before you join the physics department?"
9. "You don't have an unhealthy obsession with death now do you?"
"Oh no! It's just a hobby."
10. "It's just about knowing yourself, being strong and not taking any crap from powerful jerks who are used to giving it all day long"
11. "Life is about change, sometimes it's painful, sometimes it's beautiful, but most of the time it's both." (Hate the character, love the quote. Funny how that happens.)
12. "If there's no great glorious end to all this, if nothing we do matters… then all that matters is what we do. 'Cause that's all there is. What we do. Now. Today."
13. "You can have all the faith you want in spirits, and the afterlife, and heaven and hell, but when it comes to this world, don't be an idiot. Cause you can tell me you put your faith in God to get you through the day, but when it comes time to cross the road, I know you look both ways."
14. "Don't you miss me, just a little?"
"No."
"Don't you miss yourself?"
15. "There's a hole in the world. Feel like we ought to have known."
Had to go to an Endocrinologist yesterday for tests and stuff. I have to say I do hate doctor appointments, I mean it wasn't bad, the doctor was nice and all; he was a Technology Geek and quoted things randomly. I just don't like being the center of attention; it makes me nervous. I also don't like needles/shots/removal of my blood and every Doctor I've been to lately have taken at least five vials of blood, which always makes my arm/shoulder/side, hurt like heck. Eek, reading back that makes me sound really sick. Don't worry, I'm not dying or anything serious like that, they just think I have some type of syndrome which is a precursor for Diabetes and other diseases and which might explain my "weight problem" and they are just trying to confirm that.
Why don't they just say it explains why I'm fat, by the by? I mean if I know that I am fat and do not have a problem with this fact, is it actually a "weight problem"?
Prompt_a_day Fic
Prompt #064 - I peered through the knothole in the fence...
I peered through the knothole in the fence and saw the new neighbor that had moved in. It wasn't like me to spy, I have to tell you; I'd never done so when Jesse had lived here and I had never spied on Maxwell on the other side of my house or on Jesminda in the back, but there was some thing different about this new one.
In this small town everyone know everyone else; we’d meet them, with a plate of cookies or a pie or an invitation, the moment they moved in, if not making friends then at least learning their names for when we bumped into them again.
The New One though… He had moved in so quietly and so fast it’d been three weeks before we’d even realized he was there. We noticed the house changing, of course, but we figured that Jesse was stopping back from work at night and fixing it up to better caught a buyer’s eye, not noticing the For Sale sign had disappeared till the gardens started blooming; beautiful, intoxicating plants that spilled from their plots as though they were trying to reach the neighbor’s greenery and skin to whisper of their home in Eden and bless all they touched with their silken, paradisiacal colored petals.
We knew right then it wasn’t Jesse fixing up the house; never in his life could he have grow such an oasis; his plants had always looked like waifs: gray and too weak to reach for anything, their bedraggled appearance making you think they’d been under the lawnmower more then once and knowing how distracted Jesse could be that was probably true.
Before we could even think about going to meet The New One though there was a fence blocking the property, the flowers looking sadly over the edge like chained up puppies or grounded children. That’s when I began spying, my curiosity getting the better of my moral senses.
For two weeks I’d been spying, but I never saw him until today. He was handsome in an ordinary healthful youth type way with his softly curling black hair and his dark gold skin glowing in the sun. He wore only a pair of white trousers that seemed to ripple in the still air as he walks delicately across his green lawn to the garden nearest me.
My muscles tighten as my body screams to run away, scream that he’s going to catch me, but he just smiles blissfully at his flowers and I relax a little as I watch him crouch right next to my hole in the fence and begin tending to the plants. After a while I forget I’m not meant to be there, forget there’s a fence; that’s when he speaks. His voice is calm, deep and enthralling like he’s been here for an eternity and he knows that no matter how long or how soft he talks that time will wait for him to catch up.
“Wherefore art thou watching me, Youngling?”
Being an English teacher I’m not as surprised to hear Shakespearean English, as I should be, translating it almost immediately into modern speech and only briefly wondering if he knows what I do before remembering I have to answer him. I stumble over my words not sure how to explain it. I get a few mauled, half mumbled sentences out before he stops me with a laugh.
“It’s alright,” He says, smiling into an iris and I notice he’s using modern English now “Why don’t you come help me with my plants? We would gladly welcome a new pair of hands.”
He’s not even done speaking before I’m on my feet and heading towards his house. I open the latch slowly almost afraid that the beauty will not be as strong as when seen through a knothole. I step in with my eyes closed and shut the gate. When I finally look I can’t even believe it. It’s so angelic it takes my breath away. The maple tree near the front door is majestic and strong having grown impossibly tall in the past weeks, and everywhere plants are growing, blocking the noise of the neighborhood and charming me into forgetting where I was.
In the middle of it all there he stood, a rose in his hands, with his head bowed slightly as though talking to it. Not looking up he walks towards me and I am struck once again by his grace.
“For you,” He sighs, holding the flower out to me. I reach out for it and our fingers touch; his hands are as soft as I thought they’d be, but I can’t help thinking of snakes. Shaken I stammer.
“W-w-what is I-it?”
“It’s a Malus Sylvestris Rose, Eva.” I can hear the amusement in his voice and glance at him just in time to see him look up for the first time, his eyes full of wisdom, sadness and more then a little mischief are reptilian yellow. I gasp as he stares into my eyes (my soul) unable to move, the roses thorns sinking into my flesh.
After what seems like hours he looks like he found what he was looking for in me and smiles again, it’s still blissful and enthralling, but now I notice two serpentine fangs glinting in the sun.
“My Eve…” He sighs, the desire obvious under his words as he looks at me with softened eyes and his hands creep up to my elbows, my jaw; holding me softly like a long lost love.
When his wings thrust open, huge black awnings of bat-like flesh and bone, stretching towards the sun to touch tip-to-tip above his head before encircling us, I don’t even flinch; it all feels so familiar like a long forgotten dream, that I just stand there captured by temptation and unseen seduction trying to remember why I wanted to leave at all.
......
983 words! That's the longest thing I've even written. *Squee* How cool is that?
15 television quotes:
1) Name the series.
2) Name the speaker(s).
3) Name the episode.
4) Whoever gets the most points wins!
*Note: a few shows appear more than once. Also, comments will be screened so everyone gets a chance to guess!
1. "So... my whole life, everything... All I get to keep are thoughts and memories?"
"That's all we ever have, Peanut."
2. "I laugh in the face of danger! Then I hide until it goes away."
3. "All right, so he's vanished into thin air. Why's it always the great-looking ones who do that?"
"I'm trying my best not to be offended."
"I'm sorry. I mean...men."
"Right. Thanks. That made me feel loads better."
4. "She lives in a trailer park, Clearly she's disturbed. I mean clearly."
5. "Sorry… I'm late… Horrible nightmare visions… "
"It's called life, [Name]. Sit Down."
6. "When I was little my mom told me Santa Claus didn't exist, neither did the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy or the Great Pumpkin. Even though she didn't say so specifically, I just sort of assumed that God didn't either."
7. "Let the girl speak the truth. We're all on death's doorstep, repeatedly ringing the doorbell, like maniacal Girl Scouts trying to make quota."
8. "What crazy flavor of Kool-Aid do they make you drink before you join the physics department?"
9. "You don't have an unhealthy obsession with death now do you?"
"Oh no! It's just a hobby."
10. "It's just about knowing yourself, being strong and not taking any crap from powerful jerks who are used to giving it all day long"
11. "Life is about change, sometimes it's painful, sometimes it's beautiful, but most of the time it's both." (Hate the character, love the quote. Funny how that happens.)
12. "If there's no great glorious end to all this, if nothing we do matters… then all that matters is what we do. 'Cause that's all there is. What we do. Now. Today."
13. "You can have all the faith you want in spirits, and the afterlife, and heaven and hell, but when it comes to this world, don't be an idiot. Cause you can tell me you put your faith in God to get you through the day, but when it comes time to cross the road, I know you look both ways."
14. "Don't you miss me, just a little?"
"No."
"Don't you miss yourself?"
15. "There's a hole in the world. Feel like we ought to have known."
Had to go to an Endocrinologist yesterday for tests and stuff. I have to say I do hate doctor appointments, I mean it wasn't bad, the doctor was nice and all; he was a Technology Geek and quoted things randomly. I just don't like being the center of attention; it makes me nervous. I also don't like needles/shots/removal of my blood and every Doctor I've been to lately have taken at least five vials of blood, which always makes my arm/shoulder/side, hurt like heck. Eek, reading back that makes me sound really sick. Don't worry, I'm not dying or anything serious like that, they just think I have some type of syndrome which is a precursor for Diabetes and other diseases and which might explain my "weight problem" and they are just trying to confirm that.
Why don't they just say it explains why I'm fat, by the by? I mean if I know that I am fat and do not have a problem with this fact, is it actually a "weight problem"?
Prompt_a_day Fic
Prompt #064 - I peered through the knothole in the fence...
I peered through the knothole in the fence and saw the new neighbor that had moved in. It wasn't like me to spy, I have to tell you; I'd never done so when Jesse had lived here and I had never spied on Maxwell on the other side of my house or on Jesminda in the back, but there was some thing different about this new one.
In this small town everyone know everyone else; we’d meet them, with a plate of cookies or a pie or an invitation, the moment they moved in, if not making friends then at least learning their names for when we bumped into them again.
The New One though… He had moved in so quietly and so fast it’d been three weeks before we’d even realized he was there. We noticed the house changing, of course, but we figured that Jesse was stopping back from work at night and fixing it up to better caught a buyer’s eye, not noticing the For Sale sign had disappeared till the gardens started blooming; beautiful, intoxicating plants that spilled from their plots as though they were trying to reach the neighbor’s greenery and skin to whisper of their home in Eden and bless all they touched with their silken, paradisiacal colored petals.
We knew right then it wasn’t Jesse fixing up the house; never in his life could he have grow such an oasis; his plants had always looked like waifs: gray and too weak to reach for anything, their bedraggled appearance making you think they’d been under the lawnmower more then once and knowing how distracted Jesse could be that was probably true.
Before we could even think about going to meet The New One though there was a fence blocking the property, the flowers looking sadly over the edge like chained up puppies or grounded children. That’s when I began spying, my curiosity getting the better of my moral senses.
For two weeks I’d been spying, but I never saw him until today. He was handsome in an ordinary healthful youth type way with his softly curling black hair and his dark gold skin glowing in the sun. He wore only a pair of white trousers that seemed to ripple in the still air as he walks delicately across his green lawn to the garden nearest me.
My muscles tighten as my body screams to run away, scream that he’s going to catch me, but he just smiles blissfully at his flowers and I relax a little as I watch him crouch right next to my hole in the fence and begin tending to the plants. After a while I forget I’m not meant to be there, forget there’s a fence; that’s when he speaks. His voice is calm, deep and enthralling like he’s been here for an eternity and he knows that no matter how long or how soft he talks that time will wait for him to catch up.
“Wherefore art thou watching me, Youngling?”
Being an English teacher I’m not as surprised to hear Shakespearean English, as I should be, translating it almost immediately into modern speech and only briefly wondering if he knows what I do before remembering I have to answer him. I stumble over my words not sure how to explain it. I get a few mauled, half mumbled sentences out before he stops me with a laugh.
“It’s alright,” He says, smiling into an iris and I notice he’s using modern English now “Why don’t you come help me with my plants? We would gladly welcome a new pair of hands.”
He’s not even done speaking before I’m on my feet and heading towards his house. I open the latch slowly almost afraid that the beauty will not be as strong as when seen through a knothole. I step in with my eyes closed and shut the gate. When I finally look I can’t even believe it. It’s so angelic it takes my breath away. The maple tree near the front door is majestic and strong having grown impossibly tall in the past weeks, and everywhere plants are growing, blocking the noise of the neighborhood and charming me into forgetting where I was.
In the middle of it all there he stood, a rose in his hands, with his head bowed slightly as though talking to it. Not looking up he walks towards me and I am struck once again by his grace.
“For you,” He sighs, holding the flower out to me. I reach out for it and our fingers touch; his hands are as soft as I thought they’d be, but I can’t help thinking of snakes. Shaken I stammer.
“W-w-what is I-it?”
“It’s a Malus Sylvestris Rose, Eva.” I can hear the amusement in his voice and glance at him just in time to see him look up for the first time, his eyes full of wisdom, sadness and more then a little mischief are reptilian yellow. I gasp as he stares into my eyes (my soul) unable to move, the roses thorns sinking into my flesh.
After what seems like hours he looks like he found what he was looking for in me and smiles again, it’s still blissful and enthralling, but now I notice two serpentine fangs glinting in the sun.
“My Eve…” He sighs, the desire obvious under his words as he looks at me with softened eyes and his hands creep up to my elbows, my jaw; holding me softly like a long lost love.
When his wings thrust open, huge black awnings of bat-like flesh and bone, stretching towards the sun to touch tip-to-tip above his head before encircling us, I don’t even flinch; it all feels so familiar like a long forgotten dream, that I just stand there captured by temptation and unseen seduction trying to remember why I wanted to leave at all.
......
983 words! That's the longest thing I've even written. *Squee* How cool is that?