Today's theme:
Ten Years1. 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 be very
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Claim: fandom
Rating: PG
Drabbles completed so far: 4/100
I have been human for exactly three Earth months and already I am forgetting my Andalite body. What it's like to graze on the fields of the home world and how to run on four legs and the intricacies of tailfighting that took so long to master. How it feels to be in battle, with my hearts thundering in my chest and the awful, awful fear that grips at my mind.
Some things I miss greatly. Others, I don't believe I ever will.
Loren helps as she can but I do not believe she truly understands the gravity of the choice I made by choosing to come to Earth. From birth it is ingrained into the Andalite psyche that all other species are inferior (I have never heard it said outright but it is so deeply pervaded into our culture that most never even realize their prejudice) and that for a member of such a primitive race as humans to even know of our existence is treason punishable by the severing of the offender's tailblade and the subsequent exile as a vecol. (Though ( ... )
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Claim: John/Elizabeth
Rating: PG
Drabbles completed so far: 9/100
A/N: I used a song by the band 10 Years for the prompt.
Her voice echoed in his dreams. It woke him from a fitful sleep, dragging him from his bed. He wandered through the city, unable to resist comparing it to a ghost town as his footsteps sounded down the empty hallways. It was a painfully fitting description - they had lost too many, and he still ached when he thought of her.
He wasn't good at letting go.
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His voice echoed in her dreams. Not that she was too sure of the difference between waking and sleeping now. He was an anchor now, just like he always had been. She clung to him, unabashedly using him as her lifeline as she fought her way through this place. She would find him, save him the way he had saved her so many times before.
She wasn't good at letting go.
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Claim: Ynira
Rating: PG
Drabbles completed so far: 8/100
A/N: I used another song by 10 Years for the prompt.
He wrapped the bandage around her hand slowly, his touch gentle. His attention was fully fixed on the task, and Ynira found herself staring at the top of his head, trying to remember the last time someone had touched her so kindly.
"You don't have to go," he said quietly, almost startling her in the stillness.
Her voice was harder than she intended. "Don't."
Lucas looked up, confusion marring his handsome features. "Don't what?"
"I don't need you trying to fix me. I am not some lost cause that you need to resurrect to salve your aching soul."
He nodded, seeming to take her hurtful words in stride. "You're right." His eyes locked with hers, unwavering in their hold. "You're not a lost cause."
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Claim: Anders
Rating: PG
Drabbles completed so far: 10/100 ( ... )
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Claim: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Drabbles completed so far: 8/100
What Comes After (part VIII)
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