Five Favorite 2015 Drabbles
In no particular order :
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1. by feliciacraft
Spike eyed the toaster suspiciously. How hard could it be?
Dru could attest to his caregiving aptitude, although catering to her entailed, well, finding a nursemaid...as dinner. Right. Not getting nostalgic over murder. He was reformed. He’d mastered the microwave for reheating blood, after only a few blood-splattered incidents. Toaster, microwave--how different were they anyway?
Dawn appeared, the smell of burnt toast lingering like the breath of an elephant in the room. “Bloody disgusting, peanut butter and jelly,” he said, “Not meant to be together, Nibblet.”
“Sooo...Pizza?”
“Pizza,” Spike nodded thoughtfully, as if finding the meaning of life.
http://feliciacraft.livejournal.com/1762.html
2. by verucasalt123
“…and no one will explain to me why”, Anya said with sincere curiosity after naming things Joyce would never do again. It didn’t seem fair about Joyce, and Anya hated that everyone chastised her for every question she asked.
After being shooed away again, she found Tara gesturing for her to come closer to where she was sitting. Tara easily slid an arm around Anya and whispered to her for a few long moments.
No one knew what Tara said, but Anya seemed to grasp the concept a little better. She stuck by Tara’s side for those first few days.
http://open-on-sunday.livejournal.com/2950625.html
3. by killing_kurare
Drusilla lies on her back and looks up at the stars, whispering words without sense and meaning.
Spike watches her until he lies next to his love. “What do you see, pet?”
“Our fate. It’s meant to be,” she mutters and doesn’t take her eyes of the sky.
Spike smiles, lays his arms around her and closes his eyes, inhales her scent, happy to spent his eternity with her.
Drusilla’s lip trembles and her eyes are glimmering from the tears that almost spill over, for she knows their eternity is a false one and she feels betrayed by the stars.
http://killing-kurare.livejournal.com/48293.html
4. by mej_lj
"Are you lost?" A woman approached the little boy who was sitting alone on a bench and crying. He nodded.
"My friends dared me to come in the park with them. I didn't want to, it was dark and I was scared. But they called me a wuss and laughed at me. And they ran off and left me and now I can't find my way home. Can you help me?"
"Of course." She smiled and held out her hand.
The Master smiled and patted Colin on the head. "Your solo first kill. My little man is all grown up."
http://open-on-sunday.livejournal.com/2961359.html
5. by deird1
Best Laid Plans
It was in the bag she’d packed. The just-in-case-we-have-to-leave bag of Things That Mattered.
He pulled it out - just a crumpled old bit of paper - and unfolded it.
“Things To Do.
1-get apartment
2-get puppy
3-get boat…”
He knew she’d had a list. He hadn’t known she’d kept it.
He was already moving on to the rest of the bag when he noticed a second page, right behind the first.
“Addendum To Item Number Five”, it said. Then there were twelve names - six for boys, six for girls.
He sat there staring at it, but the tears wouldn’t come anymore.
http://deird1.livejournal.com/478535.html
And an extra by deird1
Cavemen Have Fire
Chalk on stone, calculations are formed.
She develops three new uncertainty principles, one foolproof method for theoretical fusion effecting causation, and eleven possible theories of dimensional subspace, vortexes, and wormhole travel emanating from singular microprisms activated by closed-set consonant pairings.
The concepts are groundbreaking; dazzlingly brilliant. At any university in the world, there would be grants, accolades, and paper after published paper.
Here, there is none of that. No reason to stop and receive applause - so she keeps on writing.
(How very crazy she was.)
Later, Fred looks back - and wonders if it was all just meaningless scratchings on stone.
http://deird1.livejournal.com/478802.html
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1. by feliciacraft
Spike eyed the toaster suspiciously. How hard could it be?
Dru could attest to his caregiving aptitude, although catering to her entailed, well, finding a nursemaid...as dinner. Right. Not getting nostalgic over murder. He was reformed. He’d mastered the microwave for reheating blood, after only a few blood-splattered incidents. Toaster, microwave--how different were they anyway?
Dawn appeared, the smell of burnt toast lingering like the breath of an elephant in the room. “Bloody disgusting, peanut butter and jelly,” he said, “Not meant to be together, Nibblet.”
“Sooo...Pizza?”
“Pizza,” Spike nodded thoughtfully, as if finding the meaning of life.
http://feliciacraft.livejournal.com/1762.html
2. by verucasalt123
“…and no one will explain to me why”, Anya said with sincere curiosity after naming things Joyce would never do again. It didn’t seem fair about Joyce, and Anya hated that everyone chastised her for every question she asked.
After being shooed away again, she found Tara gesturing for her to come closer to where she was sitting. Tara easily slid an arm around Anya and whispered to her for a few long moments.
No one knew what Tara said, but Anya seemed to grasp the concept a little better. She stuck by Tara’s side for those first few days.
http://open-on-sunday.livejournal.com/2950625.html
3. by killing_kurare
Drusilla lies on her back and looks up at the stars, whispering words without sense and meaning.
Spike watches her until he lies next to his love. “What do you see, pet?”
“Our fate. It’s meant to be,” she mutters and doesn’t take her eyes of the sky.
Spike smiles, lays his arms around her and closes his eyes, inhales her scent, happy to spent his eternity with her.
Drusilla’s lip trembles and her eyes are glimmering from the tears that almost spill over, for she knows their eternity is a false one and she feels betrayed by the stars.
http://killing-kurare.livejournal.com/48293.html
4. by mej_lj
"Are you lost?" A woman approached the little boy who was sitting alone on a bench and crying. He nodded.
"My friends dared me to come in the park with them. I didn't want to, it was dark and I was scared. But they called me a wuss and laughed at me. And they ran off and left me and now I can't find my way home. Can you help me?"
"Of course." She smiled and held out her hand.
The Master smiled and patted Colin on the head. "Your solo first kill. My little man is all grown up."
http://open-on-sunday.livejournal.com/2961359.html
5. by deird1
Best Laid Plans
It was in the bag she’d packed. The just-in-case-we-have-to-leave bag of Things That Mattered.
He pulled it out - just a crumpled old bit of paper - and unfolded it.
“Things To Do.
1-get apartment
2-get puppy
3-get boat…”
He knew she’d had a list. He hadn’t known she’d kept it.
He was already moving on to the rest of the bag when he noticed a second page, right behind the first.
“Addendum To Item Number Five”, it said. Then there were twelve names - six for boys, six for girls.
He sat there staring at it, but the tears wouldn’t come anymore.
http://deird1.livejournal.com/478535.html
And an extra by deird1
Cavemen Have Fire
Chalk on stone, calculations are formed.
She develops three new uncertainty principles, one foolproof method for theoretical fusion effecting causation, and eleven possible theories of dimensional subspace, vortexes, and wormhole travel emanating from singular microprisms activated by closed-set consonant pairings.
The concepts are groundbreaking; dazzlingly brilliant. At any university in the world, there would be grants, accolades, and paper after published paper.
Here, there is none of that. No reason to stop and receive applause - so she keeps on writing.
(How very crazy she was.)
Later, Fred looks back - and wonders if it was all just meaningless scratchings on stone.
http://deird1.livejournal.com/478802.html