"Fear", "Depression" & "Anger" - PG
Disclamer: This is for entertainment only. I am not Tony Gilroy or MGM. I am making no money off of this story.
Here are the last three drabbles. This puts me at 8 out of 10 done for the theme. Yeah!
Fear - Kate.
Over the loudspeaker Kate heard her name being announced. Brian put his hand on her back and give her a small push. “A dark rink,” she thought, “just a spotlight on Brian and I, no one else in the world.”
And then they were skating.
Think of the stroking, it's just crossovers, simple.
Brian's hands at her waist, pushing her up into the press and then she was flying. But it was too high, too fast. The world around Kate was always moving, forcing her along and it was just too much.
Why did they push her to fly higher?
Depression - Doug.
Doug looked at the letter, ran a finger over the Red Wings logo.
“What are you gonna do? You gonna fight me? Are you gonna fight the world? Are you gonna fight everybody?”
Walt's words rang through his head. Fight the world...
Doug looked out over the yard full of broken down cars, the chain link fence with dead leave piled at the bottom, the railroad tracks where all day long freight trains pulled dull colored boxes.
“You gonna fight the world?”
He had. Doug had fought against this world with all he had.
He fought and he had lost.
Anger - Kate.
In even the worst storm there is a spot of calm in the center.
“You wanna know what happened? Ask the Ice Queen!”
“Where was I? I was baby-sitting!”
“You god-damned son of a bitch!”
In the middle of all the anger that stormed through was Kate.
Kate who had failed to be the perfect daughter to Jack
Kate who had failed to be the perfect student to Anton.
Kate who had failed to be the perfect partner to Doug.
Dear god, Doug.
This had been his last chance and she had just thrown it away.
“He's right.”
Here are the last three drabbles. This puts me at 8 out of 10 done for the theme. Yeah!
Fear - Kate.
Over the loudspeaker Kate heard her name being announced. Brian put his hand on her back and give her a small push. “A dark rink,” she thought, “just a spotlight on Brian and I, no one else in the world.”
And then they were skating.
Think of the stroking, it's just crossovers, simple.
Brian's hands at her waist, pushing her up into the press and then she was flying. But it was too high, too fast. The world around Kate was always moving, forcing her along and it was just too much.
Why did they push her to fly higher?
Depression - Doug.
Doug looked at the letter, ran a finger over the Red Wings logo.
“What are you gonna do? You gonna fight me? Are you gonna fight the world? Are you gonna fight everybody?”
Walt's words rang through his head. Fight the world...
Doug looked out over the yard full of broken down cars, the chain link fence with dead leave piled at the bottom, the railroad tracks where all day long freight trains pulled dull colored boxes.
“You gonna fight the world?”
He had. Doug had fought against this world with all he had.
He fought and he had lost.
Anger - Kate.
In even the worst storm there is a spot of calm in the center.
“You wanna know what happened? Ask the Ice Queen!”
“Where was I? I was baby-sitting!”
“You god-damned son of a bitch!”
In the middle of all the anger that stormed through was Kate.
Kate who had failed to be the perfect daughter to Jack
Kate who had failed to be the perfect student to Anton.
Kate who had failed to be the perfect partner to Doug.
Dear god, Doug.
This had been his last chance and she had just thrown it away.
“He's right.”