Flist icon drabbles Part 2
Here are the next five icon drabbles in my "write everyone on my flist a story" insanity. The first five can be found here.
anais921 (Original fic, 100 words)
Gazing across the bazaar you notice her, a slender figure swathed in blue robes, as she moves from stall to stall examining pomegranates and dates. In a landscape dominated by browns and grays, she stands out, shimmering like a mirage and seeming just as imaginary.
And then her eyes meet yours. For a moment you forget to breathe. The secrets of the ages are in her glance, the wonders of the world in plain view. You take a step forward, hardly knowing what you’ll say but irresistibly drawn all the same.
The crowd swirls around you and she is gone.
anniesj (The Daily Show, Jon Stewart, 100 words)
It’s not that he didn’t appreciate the people over in the White House and Congress making his job easier, but Jon wished they wouldn’t try so hard. Endless fighting in Iraq over a cause that seemed more nebulous by the day, crazy fundamentalists trying to enact laws to protect the dominant religion in the country, pointless posturing by Democrats who couldn’t find a clue if they were given a map and a flashlight: it was an abundance of riches.
If it didn’t mean the world was going to hell in a fucking handbasket, Jon would be a lot more grateful.
app1e_pi (Lotrips, Billy, 100 words)
It was one of those days when nothing went right. Rain had plastered Billy’s hair flat and seeped into his shoes as he huddled under an umbrella for a scene that never ended up getting shot. First one camera and then the other broke. The director finally sent them all home after eleven hours of standing around.
Billy returned to a dark flat, stale takeaway in the fridge and a scribbled note from Ali saying that she’d be gone for the next week.
He poured a whisky, curled into a chair and counted down the hours until Christmas in Maui.
aralinde (Lost, Charlie, 100 words)
It had seemed so logical at the time. He had felt bloody awful and Liam was being a complete wanker, so he took something that would both make him feel better and piss Liam off.
Charlie hadn’t planned on getting hooked on the damned stuff.
The days had begun melting together in a blurry mix of amazing highs and painful, twitching lows.
He looked around one morning and realized that his entire life had fallen apart and he hadn’t even noticed. He shrugged and reached back for the needle. The damage was done; nothing he could do to fix it.
arderei (Kingdom of Heaven, Balian, 101 words)
After his third hour sitting amid the rocks, dust and silence of Golgotha, Balian began suspecting God wasn’t any closer to Jerusalem than He’d been to France. After his fifth hour, Balian began wondering if God had abandoned him entirely.
“Deus meus, ex toto corde poenitet me omnium meorum peccatorum,” he whispered, clutching his wife’s cross. He received no response.
His gritty eyes stared at the rising sun. Could he be a knight in the Kingdom of Heaven with mortal sin on his soul? Could righteous actions prove his worthiness?
He stood up. There was only one way to find out.
A/N: Balian's reciting the Act of Contrition in Latin: "O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee...". Yay for Google-fu.
The previous drabbles can be found here. The next five can be found here.
anais921 (Original fic, 100 words)
Gazing across the bazaar you notice her, a slender figure swathed in blue robes, as she moves from stall to stall examining pomegranates and dates. In a landscape dominated by browns and grays, she stands out, shimmering like a mirage and seeming just as imaginary.
And then her eyes meet yours. For a moment you forget to breathe. The secrets of the ages are in her glance, the wonders of the world in plain view. You take a step forward, hardly knowing what you’ll say but irresistibly drawn all the same.
The crowd swirls around you and she is gone.
anniesj (The Daily Show, Jon Stewart, 100 words)
It’s not that he didn’t appreciate the people over in the White House and Congress making his job easier, but Jon wished they wouldn’t try so hard. Endless fighting in Iraq over a cause that seemed more nebulous by the day, crazy fundamentalists trying to enact laws to protect the dominant religion in the country, pointless posturing by Democrats who couldn’t find a clue if they were given a map and a flashlight: it was an abundance of riches.
If it didn’t mean the world was going to hell in a fucking handbasket, Jon would be a lot more grateful.
app1e_pi (Lotrips, Billy, 100 words)
It was one of those days when nothing went right. Rain had plastered Billy’s hair flat and seeped into his shoes as he huddled under an umbrella for a scene that never ended up getting shot. First one camera and then the other broke. The director finally sent them all home after eleven hours of standing around.
Billy returned to a dark flat, stale takeaway in the fridge and a scribbled note from Ali saying that she’d be gone for the next week.
He poured a whisky, curled into a chair and counted down the hours until Christmas in Maui.
aralinde (Lost, Charlie, 100 words)
It had seemed so logical at the time. He had felt bloody awful and Liam was being a complete wanker, so he took something that would both make him feel better and piss Liam off.
Charlie hadn’t planned on getting hooked on the damned stuff.
The days had begun melting together in a blurry mix of amazing highs and painful, twitching lows.
He looked around one morning and realized that his entire life had fallen apart and he hadn’t even noticed. He shrugged and reached back for the needle. The damage was done; nothing he could do to fix it.
arderei (Kingdom of Heaven, Balian, 101 words)
After his third hour sitting amid the rocks, dust and silence of Golgotha, Balian began suspecting God wasn’t any closer to Jerusalem than He’d been to France. After his fifth hour, Balian began wondering if God had abandoned him entirely.
“Deus meus, ex toto corde poenitet me omnium meorum peccatorum,” he whispered, clutching his wife’s cross. He received no response.
His gritty eyes stared at the rising sun. Could he be a knight in the Kingdom of Heaven with mortal sin on his soul? Could righteous actions prove his worthiness?
He stood up. There was only one way to find out.
A/N: Balian's reciting the Act of Contrition in Latin: "O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee...". Yay for Google-fu.
The previous drabbles can be found here. The next five can be found here.