Request a drabble

[ninamazing]

I'm feeling like shit. Request a drabble from me and make me feel better!

Give me fandom, pairing, prompt, whatever -- and I'll give you fic. Call it a Thanksgiving gift. And Canadians (and others), you may call it a your-country-is-awesome gift.

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[ninamazing]

Damn, both your prompts are so good. I might do the Thanksgiving one later even though, um, it is long past Thanksgiving because I am made of suck. SUCK I tell you.

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Dana liked the way the end of the cigarette lit up as she inhaled, burning wild orange just for her. This should have been enough to make her happy, even tonight, but it wasn't. She'd had to flee her room. The empty bed across from hers just reminded her that she wasn't ready to go to college yet; and the long oak finger of the tree outside kept tapping against the window in a way she preferred to call annoying. Not scary.

"It's a ghost," Missy had said when the tree hit puberty, the first time they heard it. "Goddess, Dana, it's a ghost."

Sometimes she fantasized about telling her sister: "That Wicca stuff? Knock it off." But the words sat in her throat like phlegm and never made it out.

"It's a tree branch," Dana had shot back, and then nobody had broken the silence for the rest of the night. Listening to her sister breathe, Dana had wondered if it made her ugly, that it had felt like such a victory to kill someone's silly dreams.

Dana took another drag. Her sister: She'd always be there to contradict, annoy, love - to pave the way before her. It was one of Melissa's forgotten Gauloises she was smoking, after all. Yet bizarrely, she missed her sister already.

[leiascully]

I love it! You are great. Poor Scully. She's awkward sometimes.

DO IT. Do my Thanksgiving prompt.