Flist icon drabbles Part 8
The next five drabbles bring me up to a total of 4,013 words in 16 different fandoms (yikes).
These, for editorgrrrl, eiluned , elvenmagic88, elvinborn, and emmiegray, cover Lost, Lotrips, Numbers, and another piece of original fiction.
editorgrrrl (Original fic, 100 words)
“If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.”
Katharine Hepburn knew what she was talking about, so listen to her.
Wear pants when you want to. Skip the makeup if you feel like it. Rattle cages if things need to be shaken up. Don’t afraid to show people just how intelligent you are. Have opinions and feel free to share them. As she said, “You can’t change the music of your soul,” so discover the tune and dance to it.
After all, Katharine did and no one has ever accused her of not being interesting. Or successful.
eiluned (Lotrips, Orlando, 100 words)
Some days he just didn’t feel like playing the part of Orlando Bloom, Hollywood Golden Boy. He hadn’t set out to be a movie star; he only wanted to be an actor. He didn’t want to be the man who needed a damn security guard to go out in public. He longed to be anonymous in a coffee shop again.
He knew it was ungrateful to whinge about what his life was. He’d already had more experiences, more opportunities, than most people would ever dream of.
It didn’t stop him from missing the days when being Orlando had been simpler.
elvenmagic88 (Lotrips, Elijah, Dom, 100 words)
“Aren’t you going to say ‘thanks’, man?”
Dom stared down at the new journal in his lap and then up into Elijah’s laughing eyes.
“It’s got hearts on it, Lij,” he finally managed.
“I didn’t write ‘Mrs. Orlando Bloom’ on it in curly pink writing, though,” Elijah said. “Figured I’d leave that for you.”
“And why would I be writing that?” Dom asked, eyebrows raised.
Elijah pointed at the book. “Looks like something that would go in that thing.”
Dom snorted, then shook his head. “This is the last time I ask you to pick me up anything at the store.”
elvinborn (Numbers, Charlie, 101 words)
“Sharp.”
Charlie hated that word. It was something his teachers had used to describe him in parent-teacher conferences because “scarily intelligent” or “smarter than me” weren’t appropriate.
Logically, if words could be assigned to people (which they couldn’t because even if he could devise an equation that could compile every word in every language with the 6 billion people on Earth, someone would end up being described as “borscht” and that just couldn’t be correct), Don was much closer to the myriad definitions of “sharp” than he was.
Crafty? Don. Astute? Don. Vigilant? Don. Fierce? Don. Intense? Don.
Charlie’d be borscht.
emmiegray (Lost, Sun, 100 words)
No matter how she tried to avoid it, Sun always found herself down by the beach at sunset, staring out in the direction that Jin, Michael and the raft had gone.
It’s been six days since the sail had disappeared on the horizon. Sun tried not to think about everything that could have gone wrong, but the list began in her head anyway: storms, sharks. Starvation.
They were three men and a boy adrift in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, and Michael’s optimism aside, it wasn’t likely they’d be found.
It didn’t stop her from looking for their return.
The previous drabbles can be found here. The next five can be found here.
These, for editorgrrrl, eiluned , elvenmagic88, elvinborn, and emmiegray, cover Lost, Lotrips, Numbers, and another piece of original fiction.
editorgrrrl (Original fic, 100 words)
“If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.”
Katharine Hepburn knew what she was talking about, so listen to her.
Wear pants when you want to. Skip the makeup if you feel like it. Rattle cages if things need to be shaken up. Don’t afraid to show people just how intelligent you are. Have opinions and feel free to share them. As she said, “You can’t change the music of your soul,” so discover the tune and dance to it.
After all, Katharine did and no one has ever accused her of not being interesting. Or successful.
eiluned (Lotrips, Orlando, 100 words)
Some days he just didn’t feel like playing the part of Orlando Bloom, Hollywood Golden Boy. He hadn’t set out to be a movie star; he only wanted to be an actor. He didn’t want to be the man who needed a damn security guard to go out in public. He longed to be anonymous in a coffee shop again.
He knew it was ungrateful to whinge about what his life was. He’d already had more experiences, more opportunities, than most people would ever dream of.
It didn’t stop him from missing the days when being Orlando had been simpler.
elvenmagic88 (Lotrips, Elijah, Dom, 100 words)
“Aren’t you going to say ‘thanks’, man?”
Dom stared down at the new journal in his lap and then up into Elijah’s laughing eyes.
“It’s got hearts on it, Lij,” he finally managed.
“I didn’t write ‘Mrs. Orlando Bloom’ on it in curly pink writing, though,” Elijah said. “Figured I’d leave that for you.”
“And why would I be writing that?” Dom asked, eyebrows raised.
Elijah pointed at the book. “Looks like something that would go in that thing.”
Dom snorted, then shook his head. “This is the last time I ask you to pick me up anything at the store.”
elvinborn (Numbers, Charlie, 101 words)
“Sharp.”
Charlie hated that word. It was something his teachers had used to describe him in parent-teacher conferences because “scarily intelligent” or “smarter than me” weren’t appropriate.
Logically, if words could be assigned to people (which they couldn’t because even if he could devise an equation that could compile every word in every language with the 6 billion people on Earth, someone would end up being described as “borscht” and that just couldn’t be correct), Don was much closer to the myriad definitions of “sharp” than he was.
Crafty? Don. Astute? Don. Vigilant? Don. Fierce? Don. Intense? Don.
Charlie’d be borscht.
emmiegray (Lost, Sun, 100 words)
No matter how she tried to avoid it, Sun always found herself down by the beach at sunset, staring out in the direction that Jin, Michael and the raft had gone.
It’s been six days since the sail had disappeared on the horizon. Sun tried not to think about everything that could have gone wrong, but the list began in her head anyway: storms, sharks. Starvation.
They were three men and a boy adrift in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, and Michael’s optimism aside, it wasn’t likely they’d be found.
It didn’t stop her from looking for their return.
The previous drabbles can be found here. The next five can be found here.