My Muse is on Walkabout - Again
I have deadlines whizzing by and she’s nowhere to be found.
These have been going around lately and I think this might be just what I need to break me out of my rut. I hope.
I made up my own rules and instructions so...
Comment to this post with:
- Two pairings or characters
- Two prompts
- Two words (just single words)
I will write somewhere between a sentence and a drabble about ONE of the pairing/characters, ONE of the prompts and use ONE of the words. Hey, I need some flexibility.
Edited to Add: Well, hmmm...I can't even follow my OWN rules. Basically I will write until I run out of things to say...that could be anywhere from 25 to 2500 words.
Here’s the catch - for me.
You have 24 hours to request - one comment per person. And I have 48 hours to respond. I can work with deadlines, really I can.
Have at it!
SIGN UPS ARE NOW CLOSED.
RESPONSES:
tweedisgood's got a little long. It's over HERE.
Requested by Houses7177
Character/Pairing: Simon Tam
Prompt: drowning in sunshine
Word: a unicycle
Lightness, everything was lightness.
His limbs felt like they were clouds floating on a gentle spring breeze, weightless and tingly.
It was warm - so warm but not uncomfortably so. It felt just like it looked - a golden glow, like light streaming through amber, a sea of sun all around him and he was floating atop it.
There were voices, but they were so far away. Everything was far away - even the memories that bubbled to the surface, dark inky stains in this sea of ochroid tranquility.
“Simon?” Kaylee shook him gently but he didn’t seem to even notice.
She looked to Inara for guidance, but Inara just shrugged helplessly. She leaned forward and sniffed delicately, nose wrinkling at the strong smell of Kaylee’s interengine distilled wine. “He’s drunk.”
Kaylee rolled her eyes.
“Really drunk?” Inara offered.
Kaylee looked down at him sadly. She’d known he’d been really upset by the plight of the orphans on Io but there was nothing they could do to combat the measles epidemic there. They just didn’t have the supplies. Short of sending the distress call on, they were useless.
Simon groaned and mumbled something.
“What, sweetie?” Kaylee leaned closer, trying to make out his words.
“The salmon took the only unicycle?” Kaylee glanced up at Inara, who shook her head. Both women looked to River expectantly.
River was busy drawing but glanced up long enough to roll her eyes. “How should I know what he’s talking about?”
She gathered her colored pencils and sketchpad, retreating to her room before they asked for some other miracle. When did she become the official translator of crazy speak?
End.
Requested by Leaper182
Character/Pairing: Carson Beckett
Prompt: What was the weirdest thing he did in college?
Word: green
Some things just seemed like they were going to be a lot funnier than they are.
After two weeks of all-nighters and round after grueling round of practicums and exams, it had sounded like a fantastic idea.
He and two of his lab partners had snuck into the cadaver lab late at night, choking back their laughter and fortified by more than a few pints.
He had been elected to play the prime role and so he had quietly settled beneath the sheet and waited.
They’d called before they’d left the pub and it wasn’t long at all before the TA was barging in.
The TA’s voice sounded sleep-fogged and rather annoyed but his lab partners played their parts masterfully - all panic and disbelief telling him about that something in there had moved.
It worked out perfectly that the ale on their breath was a little too obvious and the TA was just ready to launch into a dressing down of epic proportions when he passed a little too close to Carson.
The bloke had gone green the moment fingers closed around his wrist and had passed out cold before Carson could even make any spooky sounds or throw back the sheet.
They stood there, looking down at their unconscious TA and had their second very bad idea of the night.
Carson wasn’t sure the man was ever quite the same after waking up on a cold metal table, a white sheet tucked under his chin and the professor and an entire pathology class looking down at him in wonder. If he had any remembrance of the night before, he gave no sign - just scrambled off the table, turning bright red and stammering apologies.
They suspected he did remember, but was too embarrassed to say anything about it. After all, what grown man actually believes that the cadavers have been turned to zombies and were readying an attack on the rest of campus.
Some things just seemed like they were going to be a lot funnier than they are. Other things - well, they are actually far funnier than you’d ever hoped they would be.
END.
Requested by Mynuet
Character/Pairing: Draco/Ginny, Narcissa
Prompt: Ice Cream
Draco was a bit surprised at the relief he felt reading his mother’s impeccably perfect handwriting inviting him to pop over for tea that afternoon.
Nothing against his mother, but he could think of few times he’d rather spend time with her than his lovely wife.
Of course, his lovely wife wasn’t speaking to him currently so tea with Mum it was.
He left a quick note, on the off-chance Ginny stopped hating him while he was away, and Apparated to the Manor.
In his defense, he made it through the first hour quite well.
Not that it mattered since here he was, an hour and half into his wonderful escape from his house, crying on his mother’s shoulder like he was six.
He wished he could say it was manly sniffling or perhaps a light misting over of the eyes, but no - he was crying.
His whole life was turning to utter shite and things whirling madly out of control and he wasn’t sure what to do about any of it.
Narcissa hid her smile and stroked her son’s back until he stopped snuffling on her. He always did keep things bottled in for far too long which lead to unfortunate scenes like this one.
“There, there darling. Your life is not turning to utter shite. YOU will be a marvelous father and nothing at all like your father. I promise.”
She watched him scrub at his face with the back of his hands, already trying to hide the fact he’d been sobbing his little eyes out.
“Now, as for Ginny - darling, she doesn’t hate YOU, well not mostly. She’s pregnant - she’s hates everyone and everything right about now. She feels awful and uncomfortable and sleep deprived and just wants this whole business over with, except she’s terrified of HOW this whole business gets to being over with.”
He didn’t look like he believed her and she sighed.
“There’s a gallon of triple chocolate nut fudge in the freezer. Take that and get home before your eyes stop looking so red. Tell her you are scared about all this too. Trust me - she’ll forgive you.”
Narcissa poured herself a fresh cup of tea, tilting her head to let him kiss her cheek as he stormed back through the parlor, ice cream in hand, and Apparated home.
Not bad for an afternoon’s work.
END.
These have been going around lately and I think this might be just what I need to break me out of my rut. I hope.
I made up my own rules and instructions so...
Comment to this post with:
- Two pairings or characters
- Two prompts
- Two words (just single words)
I will write somewhere between a sentence and a drabble about ONE of the pairing/characters, ONE of the prompts and use ONE of the words. Hey, I need some flexibility.
Edited to Add: Well, hmmm...I can't even follow my OWN rules. Basically I will write until I run out of things to say...that could be anywhere from 25 to 2500 words.
Here’s the catch - for me.
You have 24 hours to request - one comment per person. And I have 48 hours to respond. I can work with deadlines, really I can.
Have at it!
SIGN UPS ARE NOW CLOSED.
RESPONSES:
tweedisgood's got a little long. It's over HERE.
Requested by Houses7177
Character/Pairing: Simon Tam
Prompt: drowning in sunshine
Word: a unicycle
Lightness, everything was lightness.
His limbs felt like they were clouds floating on a gentle spring breeze, weightless and tingly.
It was warm - so warm but not uncomfortably so. It felt just like it looked - a golden glow, like light streaming through amber, a sea of sun all around him and he was floating atop it.
There were voices, but they were so far away. Everything was far away - even the memories that bubbled to the surface, dark inky stains in this sea of ochroid tranquility.
“Simon?” Kaylee shook him gently but he didn’t seem to even notice.
She looked to Inara for guidance, but Inara just shrugged helplessly. She leaned forward and sniffed delicately, nose wrinkling at the strong smell of Kaylee’s interengine distilled wine. “He’s drunk.”
Kaylee rolled her eyes.
“Really drunk?” Inara offered.
Kaylee looked down at him sadly. She’d known he’d been really upset by the plight of the orphans on Io but there was nothing they could do to combat the measles epidemic there. They just didn’t have the supplies. Short of sending the distress call on, they were useless.
Simon groaned and mumbled something.
“What, sweetie?” Kaylee leaned closer, trying to make out his words.
“The salmon took the only unicycle?” Kaylee glanced up at Inara, who shook her head. Both women looked to River expectantly.
River was busy drawing but glanced up long enough to roll her eyes. “How should I know what he’s talking about?”
She gathered her colored pencils and sketchpad, retreating to her room before they asked for some other miracle. When did she become the official translator of crazy speak?
End.
Requested by Leaper182
Character/Pairing: Carson Beckett
Prompt: What was the weirdest thing he did in college?
Word: green
Some things just seemed like they were going to be a lot funnier than they are.
After two weeks of all-nighters and round after grueling round of practicums and exams, it had sounded like a fantastic idea.
He and two of his lab partners had snuck into the cadaver lab late at night, choking back their laughter and fortified by more than a few pints.
He had been elected to play the prime role and so he had quietly settled beneath the sheet and waited.
They’d called before they’d left the pub and it wasn’t long at all before the TA was barging in.
The TA’s voice sounded sleep-fogged and rather annoyed but his lab partners played their parts masterfully - all panic and disbelief telling him about that something in there had moved.
It worked out perfectly that the ale on their breath was a little too obvious and the TA was just ready to launch into a dressing down of epic proportions when he passed a little too close to Carson.
The bloke had gone green the moment fingers closed around his wrist and had passed out cold before Carson could even make any spooky sounds or throw back the sheet.
They stood there, looking down at their unconscious TA and had their second very bad idea of the night.
Carson wasn’t sure the man was ever quite the same after waking up on a cold metal table, a white sheet tucked under his chin and the professor and an entire pathology class looking down at him in wonder. If he had any remembrance of the night before, he gave no sign - just scrambled off the table, turning bright red and stammering apologies.
They suspected he did remember, but was too embarrassed to say anything about it. After all, what grown man actually believes that the cadavers have been turned to zombies and were readying an attack on the rest of campus.
Some things just seemed like they were going to be a lot funnier than they are. Other things - well, they are actually far funnier than you’d ever hoped they would be.
END.
Requested by Mynuet
Character/Pairing: Draco/Ginny, Narcissa
Prompt: Ice Cream
Draco was a bit surprised at the relief he felt reading his mother’s impeccably perfect handwriting inviting him to pop over for tea that afternoon.
Nothing against his mother, but he could think of few times he’d rather spend time with her than his lovely wife.
Of course, his lovely wife wasn’t speaking to him currently so tea with Mum it was.
He left a quick note, on the off-chance Ginny stopped hating him while he was away, and Apparated to the Manor.
In his defense, he made it through the first hour quite well.
Not that it mattered since here he was, an hour and half into his wonderful escape from his house, crying on his mother’s shoulder like he was six.
He wished he could say it was manly sniffling or perhaps a light misting over of the eyes, but no - he was crying.
His whole life was turning to utter shite and things whirling madly out of control and he wasn’t sure what to do about any of it.
Narcissa hid her smile and stroked her son’s back until he stopped snuffling on her. He always did keep things bottled in for far too long which lead to unfortunate scenes like this one.
“There, there darling. Your life is not turning to utter shite. YOU will be a marvelous father and nothing at all like your father. I promise.”
She watched him scrub at his face with the back of his hands, already trying to hide the fact he’d been sobbing his little eyes out.
“Now, as for Ginny - darling, she doesn’t hate YOU, well not mostly. She’s pregnant - she’s hates everyone and everything right about now. She feels awful and uncomfortable and sleep deprived and just wants this whole business over with, except she’s terrified of HOW this whole business gets to being over with.”
He didn’t look like he believed her and she sighed.
“There’s a gallon of triple chocolate nut fudge in the freezer. Take that and get home before your eyes stop looking so red. Tell her you are scared about all this too. Trust me - she’ll forgive you.”
Narcissa poured herself a fresh cup of tea, tilting her head to let him kiss her cheek as he stormed back through the parlor, ice cream in hand, and Apparated home.
Not bad for an afternoon’s work.
END.