Theme 81: Everything is broken
Today's theme:
Everything is broken1. Submit your drabble that fits this theme as a comment to this post. It should be between 100-300 words, if you go over/under a bit that's fine! If it's longer than say 400 words, I ask that you post on your journal or fanfiction.net and then submit the link to this post. If you find that your story is going to ( Read more... )
Everything is broken1. Submit your drabble that fits this theme as a comment to this post. It should be between 100-300 words, if you go over/under a bit that's fine! If it's longer than say 400 words, I ask that you post on your journal or fanfiction.net and then submit the link to this post. If you find that your story is going to ( Read more... )
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Claim: Elfangor & family
Rating: G
Drabbles completed so far: 28/100
Loren looks at him, her face shining. "Elfangor. I'm pregnant." They live and name their son Tobias, and they die when the planet burns.
No. I seize the threads that bind her to him and sever them, changing the route of that long-ago Skrit Na freighter.
Esplin 9466 stares in awe at the blank white sphere, nearly cutting himself on his Hork-Bajir blades in his excitement. "The Time Matrix," he murmurs, reverence in his voice. "The Council will make me Visser One for this -- no, they'll put me on the Council itself!" Far away, the GalaxyTree burns.
It cannot be allowed to pass. I thread and stitch and weave, winding the Andalite and his human back together. Then I pull him away and cleanse her. She was there, when she needed to be, and yet she wasn't. She bears no children, his or any other.
The headlines on Earth read: Four teens still missing; UFO unexplained. It's only a few days later that Esplin 9466 looks out at Aximili through eyes gone ( ... )
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Claim: Mal/River
Rating: PG-13
Drabbles completed so far: 14/100
Something of an End
The blood is everywhere, hot and heavy and sticky on her skin, and most of it isn't hers and isn't his so that's within acceptable parameters, but Jayne's out and down, a heap of stillness with his weapons underneath, no help at all, leaving her and Mal surrounded with guns and bullets and she can dodge but he can't, he can't -
In this dream, she can never move fast enough for two, not quite.
She feels it, acutely, when the bullet hits him; feels the shock and the force, the tiny explosion that tears apart vital lung tissue, rips past the pulmonary artery, severed, cut, snip. And she knows exactly the amount of blood loss the body can sustain; knows that it can't sustain this, not now, not ever ( ... )
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