Wherefore Art Thou, Oz Drabble Tree?
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The Rules
1. Oz characters, please. Crossovers with the usual suspects are also welcome (SVU, Wanted, Homicide, Fringe, Lost, The Wire, The Unusuals, etc).
2. Het, slash, gen. Any character or pairing. It's all good.
3. Drabble (100 words) is a suggestion. You won't get shanked if you do a double drabble or it runs a bit long.
4. Your drabble must be posted as a comment to this entry.
5. Include a word, phrase or sentence from a previous drabble in the tree. Put it in the subject line and bold it in your drabble.
6. You can riff on any drabble in the tree. Just reply to the drabble you're riffing from.
7. Write as many drabbles as you want.
8. Drabbles only, please. No comments. Show your appreciation by jumping off someone else's drabble.
9. You can leave comments for the writers at the announcement post at oz_rapsheet.
10. The Drabble Tree will run for a week or two; if there's enough interest, we'll keep it running longer. When it's over, post your drabbles to your own LJ and/or archive them.
11. RPS is allowed; please put RPS in the header of your drabble. If you don't want to read RPS, then pay attention to the headers. (Apparently, LJ had their subject line back! Yay!)
12. Have fun! :D
Starter Ficlet
When Shirley casts her net, she never knows what the tide will bring her.
*
It's disappointing that there aren't many max-sec prisons on the Atlantic. Think how much calmer everyone would be, listening to the rush and crash of waves against the rocky beach. Losing time and thoughts to the hypnotic ebb and flow encircling them. Harder to escape in the sense of the body, but so freeing for the mind.
Beachfront property's at a premium, she guesses. Still, shouldn't the positives win out?
Shirley's always been a daughter of the sea, a mermaid set adrift and, unable to become used to life on land, on legs, she is in a constant, tiresome push towards home.
It had been silly to presume she could get back in a car. A last ditch effort. She'd sat in the driver's side seat for a minute, the strap of the seatbelt keeping her in place. She'd let her breath bubble out.
She'd even brought an offering.
Afterwards, rising up from the water had felt like a triumph, a reawakening of her power. She had been deeply satisfied that she made the right decision. She remembered standing still as a statue while rivulets of water ran down her body. Her hair, dripping. Her fingers felt clumsy and useless. The weight of her wet clothes pulled at her shoulders.
The yearning inside had not desisted. The sound that brought people running, finally, was her shriek, and her wail.
Then Shirley knew she was no mermaid, but a siren.
*
Shirley keeps her voice gentle so she can pinpoint when betrayal replaces the eagerness on Simon's face. She widens her eyes, coy, for a split second. The look that he gives her! She drinks up the anger and pain.
What a particularly thoughtful gift, for her birthday.
Thanks for the starter ficlet, trillingstar!
The Rules
1. Oz characters, please. Crossovers with the usual suspects are also welcome (SVU, Wanted, Homicide, Fringe, Lost, The Wire, The Unusuals, etc).
2. Het, slash, gen. Any character or pairing. It's all good.
3. Drabble (100 words) is a suggestion. You won't get shanked if you do a double drabble or it runs a bit long.
4. Your drabble must be posted as a comment to this entry.
5. Include a word, phrase or sentence from a previous drabble in the tree. Put it in the subject line and bold it in your drabble.
6. You can riff on any drabble in the tree. Just reply to the drabble you're riffing from.
7. Write as many drabbles as you want.
8. Drabbles only, please. No comments. Show your appreciation by jumping off someone else's drabble.
9. You can leave comments for the writers at the announcement post at oz_rapsheet.
10. The Drabble Tree will run for a week or two; if there's enough interest, we'll keep it running longer. When it's over, post your drabbles to your own LJ and/or archive them.
11. RPS is allowed; please put RPS in the header of your drabble. If you don't want to read RPS, then pay attention to the headers. (Apparently, LJ had their subject line back! Yay!)
12. Have fun! :D
Starter Ficlet
When Shirley casts her net, she never knows what the tide will bring her.
*
It's disappointing that there aren't many max-sec prisons on the Atlantic. Think how much calmer everyone would be, listening to the rush and crash of waves against the rocky beach. Losing time and thoughts to the hypnotic ebb and flow encircling them. Harder to escape in the sense of the body, but so freeing for the mind.
Beachfront property's at a premium, she guesses. Still, shouldn't the positives win out?
Shirley's always been a daughter of the sea, a mermaid set adrift and, unable to become used to life on land, on legs, she is in a constant, tiresome push towards home.
It had been silly to presume she could get back in a car. A last ditch effort. She'd sat in the driver's side seat for a minute, the strap of the seatbelt keeping her in place. She'd let her breath bubble out.
She'd even brought an offering.
Afterwards, rising up from the water had felt like a triumph, a reawakening of her power. She had been deeply satisfied that she made the right decision. She remembered standing still as a statue while rivulets of water ran down her body. Her hair, dripping. Her fingers felt clumsy and useless. The weight of her wet clothes pulled at her shoulders.
The yearning inside had not desisted. The sound that brought people running, finally, was her shriek, and her wail.
Then Shirley knew she was no mermaid, but a siren.
*
Shirley keeps her voice gentle so she can pinpoint when betrayal replaces the eagerness on Simon's face. She widens her eyes, coy, for a split second. The look that he gives her! She drinks up the anger and pain.
What a particularly thoughtful gift, for her birthday.
Thanks for the starter ficlet, trillingstar!