Rating: PG13
Word Count: 926
Summary: Simon hunts down Ioann to pass on the message. Or a message, anyway.

( Sunday is traditionally a day of rest, not that I’ve ever noticed much resting going on. People seem just as preoccupied on a Sunday as they do on a Saturday. It’s certainly not a day of rest for me. )

Rating: PG13
Word Count: 100
Summary: The day after Hallowe'en, Simon gets a visitor.
Notes: I was 'meditating' (read: dozing) whilst thinking about the prompts and suddenly this popped into my head...  Poor Simon, what did he ever do to deserve this?

( It’s Saturday; Jonathan’s not here. I’m alone and lounging on the sofa with a book when there’s a sharp knock at the door. )

Rating: PG13
Word Count: 837
Summary: Hallowe'en is here, and a distinctly wrongly-dressed Simon sees a strangely familiar face in the crowd.
Notes: I had no idea why I started thinking about Hallowe'en since I usually barely register its existence.  Simon's comments on the holiday in no way reflect my opinions.  Ioann is indeed slightly cross- ( Read more... )

Rating: PG13
Word Count: 622
Summary: It's the morning after the night before, and Simon tries to take his mind off what might - or might not - have happened.
Notes:  Part 2 of 2: the sequel to 'Drinking'.

( The kitchen is a mess. There are empty bottles everywhere - on the table, on the floor, on one of the chairs... )

Rating: PG13
Word Count: 810
Summary: Jonathan gets to thinking about the alfa and alcohol, and Simon regrets the consequences. (Or does he?)
Notes: Part 1 of 2

( Jonathan is convinced the alfa can't get drunk - he's telling me so at length over the breakfast table. )

Rating: G
Word Count: 606
Summary: Simon catches a cold.

( Of all the- ...I've got a cold. )

Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1128
Summary: Simon's bike dies in a dark side street and a stranger provides unexpected help.

( You know, I want to kick this thing over. And then kick it again, and again, and again... But even before I can move my foot to give it a hefty punt, the damn thing’s sidestand gives out and *crash*, over it goes into the road before I can even lay a finger - or toe - on it. )

A short (very) piece based on the prompt "Dying, Not Dead" from the NaNo forums. I just really wanted to write something Arkadiy-based, even if it's small...

( The world was black and suffocating around me, a dark veil drawn across my eyes, and I began to panic. )

( Cut for (very) casual violence and homosexual themes - 'I tried everything, but he would not make a sound. Not a slap, nor a punch anywhere on his body would induce one.' )

They've been sitting around on my HD, in some cases for years. They deserve to see the light of day at some point, surely?

They were all done for prompts on the NaNo Forums, and all were done in anything between 5 to 15 minutes, but no longer.

( 17/10/2006 - Quiet )