Today's theme is All Dialogue/No DialogueThat's right. Today, writers have to decide whether to write their chosen prompt completely in dialogue, or without any dialogue at all. Or you could always do one of each. :D
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Love Letters to the Hellmouth Part 1chibifukurouJuly 26 2009, 22:36:24 UTC
Spike,
Guess Who?
Would you believe that Giles is making me go to therapy? The only saving grace of the experience is that the therapist actually knows about the supernatural world so I don't have to use euphemisms like gangs on PCP or wild animal attacks. It really is a lot easier to work on your problems when you aren't pathologically lying.
Anyway, she says that she wants me to write out how I'm feeling. She suggested a journal or letters to a close friend. You were the closest thing I had to a friend I had so I figure I'll write to you. I can see you rolling your eye's at the very thought, don't worry they won't be mushy, after all that's not our style.
Here goes. I love you and I miss you. See I even managed not to babble. Aren't you impressed?
I think I'd best stop writing, before I loose control of the babble meter.
Love Letters to the Hellmouth Part 2chibifukurouJuly 26 2009, 22:37:38 UTC
Hey Spike,
I hate it here Spike. The others treat me like I'm some sort of invalid. Incapable of even surviving on my own. I know that's what their supposed to think, but I still hate it.
I keep having dreams where you're still here. Then I wake up and all I can do is cry.
I think that loosing you is killing me. Sophie, my therapist, agrees. She thinks that I should be put on anti-depressants, but I don't want that. If I keep being stubborn, I know she'll go to Giles. I don't plan to risk that happening.
This will be the last letter I send you for a while. I'm leaving, going to Africa. Hopefully, I'll be able to move on there, and if not I guess I'll be seeing you soon.
He's called from the field and she isn't quite sure why, as they've already practically solved the case. Her job is surely over, but then he asks that she join him.
Though a small part of her tells her not to, she does.
He greets her warmly, as if nothing is amiss, and she takes that to be a good sign. But when he takes her away from the others, his face reveals that he's a lot more broken than he cares to admit.
She pulls him close and they stay like that for a moment. She is content until he captures her face in his hands and kisses her passionately.
It's everything she dreamed it would be and more, and she pulls him closer. He's murmuring something but gets distracted by kissing down her neck and she doesn't really care what he's saying anyways
( ... )
He moves through the Craftsman, silently in the dark, frowning at the empty walls. All of the pictures have been taken down, packed away in boxes, ready for tomorrow.
The house doesn’t feel right any more. It’s been stripped of everything that made it his home and the rooms feel as sad and as lonely as Charlie does. It doesn’t even smell the same any more, no longer filled with the warm scents that always used to fill the air
( ... )
Thanks. I actually found this quite hard writing in this tense. You can probably tell!! I switch half way through, so thanks it was a good little writing exercise for me:)
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Guess Who?
Would you believe that Giles is making me go to therapy? The only saving grace of the experience is that the therapist actually knows about the supernatural world so I don't have to use euphemisms like gangs on PCP or wild animal attacks. It really is a lot easier to work on your problems when you aren't pathologically lying.
Anyway, she says that she wants me to write out how I'm feeling. She suggested a journal or letters to a close friend. You were the closest thing I had to a friend I had so I figure I'll write to you. I can see you rolling your eye's at the very thought, don't worry they won't be mushy, after all that's not our style.
Here goes. I love you and I miss you. See I even managed not to babble. Aren't you impressed?
I think I'd best stop writing, before I loose control of the babble meter.
Bye, Spike
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I hate it here Spike. The others treat me like I'm some sort of invalid. Incapable of even surviving on my own. I know that's what their supposed to think, but I still hate it.
I keep having dreams where you're still here. Then I wake up and all I can do is cry.
I think that loosing you is killing me. Sophie, my therapist, agrees. She thinks that I should be put on anti-depressants, but I don't want that. If I keep being stubborn, I know she'll go to Giles. I don't plan to risk that happening.
This will be the last letter I send you for a while. I'm leaving, going to Africa. Hopefully, I'll be able to move on there, and if not I guess I'll be seeing you soon.
Love you,Spike.
Bye
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"Yeah."
"What?"
"Again."
"How is it possible you didn't hear the question--I'm right here."
"I did hear you. Again."
"So, what's the guys name?"
"Again! Marvin Again! That's his name!"
"Okay, okay! You should really watch your blood pressure with the way you eat..."
"Bite me."
"What about the second guy?"
"Nope."
"Look, I'm sorry about the misunderstanding with the first name, but there's no reason to hold a grudge."
"Nope!"
"Then tell me!"
"Peter Nope! Write this down or something! Your memory is usually better than this. What, did you fall on your head in the shower this morning?"
"No, but it sure seems like you got up on the wrong side of the bed! Anyway, was there anyone else?"
"Nobody."
"Wow, only two vics? We caught this one pretty early!"
"Tim Nobody! Christ, this is just like 'Who's on first?'! Why are you laughing?"
"Because I do remember all the names; I just wanted to mess with you. The faces you make are hilarious!"
"Bitch."
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Though a small part of her tells her not to, she does.
He greets her warmly, as if nothing is amiss, and she takes that to be a good sign. But when he takes her away from the others, his face reveals that he's a lot more broken than he cares to admit.
She pulls him close and they stay like that for a moment. She is content until he captures her face in his hands and kisses her passionately.
It's everything she dreamed it would be and more, and she pulls him closer. He's murmuring something but gets distracted by kissing down her neck and she doesn't really care what he's saying anyways ( ... )
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I posted a gen pairing *and* a prompt I was certain would elicit dialogue only fic and I got het porn with no dialogue! LOL
No worries, I love good porn and I write Morgan/Garcia myself - I just figured I'd pick a prompt that would be more likely to get written.
But give that this one's not even an hour old, not a concern evidently! /big grin/
Thanks for writing this! I hope you'll go ahead and post it to the Morgan/Garcia comm. They could always use some good M/G fic there.
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lol I just write what strikes my fancy. At midnight, this did it.
I'm glad you liked it. I try to make my comments porn-y here, but it doesn't always work. I'm glad that this time it did.
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The house doesn’t feel right any more. It’s been stripped of everything that made it his home and the rooms feel as sad and as lonely as Charlie does. It doesn’t even smell the same any more, no longer filled with the warm scents that always used to fill the air ( ... )
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How lovely, and apropos given the fic I'm prepping to post at the moment.
Thank you for writing this. It's a poignant and sad piece that clearly resonates with Eppes love.
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