googlism drabble meme
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Meme-age. I went to googlism.com and searched for the names of a couple Queer as Folk characters, then chose some of the most intriguing results. Your mission is to get inspired by one or two of these and write a drabble based on it, then post it here.
What fun!
( drabbledrabbledrabble me )
Meme-age. I went to googlism.com and searched for the names of a couple Queer as Folk characters, then chose some of the most intriguing results. Your mission is to get inspired by one or two of these and write a drabble based on it, then post it here.
What fun!
( drabbledrabbledrabble me )
Nature Boy
Justin is an ardent ornithologist and has only recently discovered a new species of bird at the abbey.
Brian hands the letter from a biologist at U. Penn back to his editor, Marty Ryder. “What the fuck does this have to do with me?”
“I want you to go out there and interview the kid.”
“I’m not a fucking nature writer,” Brian snaps. “Give it to Johnson. I’m working on that police corruption thing.”
Marty shoves the letter back at him. “It’s a human interest piece. And it’s time you learned how to be a team player. Every reporter here has to do stories they aren’t thrilled about.”
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“Motherfucking piece of shit!” Brian yells, kicking the flat tire for good measure. The dirt road stretches for miles in either direction, not another human soul in sight. This has to be a new low in his journalistic career -- dispatched to interview some bird-loving orphan at a monastery in the middle of nowhere.
Brian’s laboring over the tire, sleeves rolled up and shirt soaked through with sweat, when his life changes forever. But he doesn’t know it yet.
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When Brian Kinney is two hours late for the interview, Brother Thomas sends Justin out to search for him. People always get lost trying to find the monastery. Justin finds him struggling to change a flat tire, which he’s obviously never done before. Justin’s initial amusement gives way to an artist’s appreciation of the Brian’s form, which is swiftly replaced by a desire so intense and unexpected he has to fight the urge to run.
“Brian Kinney?” he says softly. Brian starts at the unexpected intrusion. He has a streak of grease running down the side of his neck and Justin wonders what it would be like to lick him there. “I’m Justin Taylor. I was just coming to see if you’d gotten lost.” He extends his hand nervously toward Brian.
“Ah, the bird boy,” Brian drawls, ignoring the hand. “Know how to change a tire?”
Brian stands off to the side smoking a cigarette while he changes the tire, but Justin can feel Brian’s eyes following him. At first he thinks it’s a reporter’s curiosity, but later, during the interview, he recognizes the look for what it really is -- a more blatant version of the thinly disguised interest he’s noticed in the eyes of some of the monks lately. Brian Kinney is attracted to him. This should make him flustered, but instead he finds himself doing things to encourage it - leaning in close when Brian asks a question, touching his arm lightly during an answer, brushing against Brian as they leaf through his drawings. It’s obvious that Brian has zero interest in ornithology, but quite a bit of interest in him.
After the interview, Brian shakes his hand, letting the touch linger a little too long. He is both exhilarated and terrified when Brian leans down and whispers suggestively, “So what do you do for fun around here?” But before he can think of an answer, Brother Thomas enters the room and the moment is gone.
Later he sits in his room turning Brian’s business card over in his hands. He’s almost eighteen. He’s always planned on leaving this place. Now he knows exactly where he’s going.
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