Aug 18, 2005 15:56
Gacked from absolutely everyone on my flist, and because it looks like a hell of a lot of fun -
Give me any character or pairing in a fandom (or two) that I'm familiar with, and I'll write you a 100 word drabble.
fic: firefly,
fic: alias,
fic: b5,
meme
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"That was -"
"Yeah."
"I mean, it was really-"
"Yeah."
"I'm serious, Syd! I don't think I've ever felt this way before. It's like... it's like I'm tingly all over, like I've got pins and needles or something. In a good way! It was really good. I liked it. I mean, after I got over the initial shock and pain."
"And you also screamed like a girl," Syd said, laughing.
Will smiled. "Yeah, and the screaming like a girl part." He looked at her sideways. "Do people do this for fun? Seriously?"What's not fun about it ( ... )
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Yes.
i.
"They're monsters," Jayne said. "If they catch you, they'll rip you into little bitty pieces and then," he paused and his eyes widened for emphasis. Little Mattie was staring at him, mouth hanging open in shock. "Then, they eat you!"
Mattie blinked once, then again. His thumb sat limply in his mouth as he stared at his older brother in mute horror.
Jayne, put out that his tale wasn't having the desired effect, decided on more drastic measures. "Like this!" And he darted forward to sink sharp teeth into his brother's arm.
Mattie's body stiffened all over as he screamed.
ii."They're monsters,"” Jayne said. He checked the lock on the door once more, just to be safe ( ... )
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You learned this the hard way, through trusting and being trusted, and now know better.
Are there any secrets you wish to keep? Are there any thoughts you do not wish to share?
What will you give of yourself?The words vary from language to language, but the thought behind them remains the same: do not trust too much. Do not give too much ( ... )
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Harry/Ron? ^^U
Harry? I don't know ^^U
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Sorry this took such a long time! Hope you like it in any case. :)
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Harry follows the contours of Ron's body with his hands, tracing each curve and angle and swell of muscle. He counts each and every freckle with trembling fingers and smoothes down Ron's hair carefully.
"Harry," Hermione says softly. "Harry, we have to go now."
Harry takes his hands away from Ron's body; from whatever it is that makes this clasp of flesh Ron. "All right," he says. He stands up and walks away, Hermione's quiet tears damp on his sleeve.
He has none of his own.
As they exit the dingy little room, the next mourner in line steps forward.
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