Drabble-mania
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darcydodoHere are a few more drabbles that I wrote based on the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sunday100 challenge. It was far too inspiring to leave alone. More will be written; it's very tempting to try and do drabbles for all the lists. :) The "official" three can be found here.
Yngwie Malmsteen or Spinal Tap?
Oz is glad that he's a child of the 80s. If he'd been born any earlier, he would have grown up without the sounds of Malmsteen's shredding to inspire him to practice endlessly on the guitar. Not that he aspires to play like Malmsteen, of course, but it's something he wants to be capable of. Fingers blurring across the frets, each note searing clearly through the lingering clouds of sound. His favorite musical innovation of the 80s, however, is not Malmsteen, but a band that he would never dream of imitating. Once a year, he watches This is Spinal Tap.
Robert Frost Greeting Cards
Spike's world ended in fire. Inside and out, he was burning, his soul glowing and expanding and him crumbling around the edges to let it out, to let it meet the light that was springing up around him. And when Buffy touched his hand, it blazed forth with a clear flame.
After it was over, when the rest of them were safe on the bus, Buffy felt something stiff in her jacket pocket and pulled out a card. It bore a single phrase, in a familiar script. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire.
Blind Items
There was only one thing that you really needed when you went blind, as Giles had discovered. His eyesight had failed him twice, and the same cure had sustained him until his vision returned. A bottle of high quality scotch. But after the first time, he'd realized that there was still an ingredient missing from this magical equation of blindness plus scotch, namely the ready availability of a another bottle of cheaper alcohol for once your taste-buds gave up and the first was empty. And after the second time, he added one more item to the list. A shatterproof tumbler.
The Quotable Bazooka Joe
Most kids that Oz knew had collections. Collections of baseball cards, stamp collections, boxes of old coins. Wendell, in the grade below him, had a spider collection. And Oz had a collection too, but not so much in a single and identifiable location. It was crumpled in various pockets, lining the seams of his backpack, and littered across the surfaces of his room. He collected Bazooka gum wrappers. There was something about the little comic strips that he loved, and he memorized the dialogue in class when he was bored. He's pretty sure it somehow shaped his outlook on life.
Several Books Left in My Apartment Building's Laundry Room
Xander heaved another armful of clothes from the dryer and dumped them in the laundry basket. "Almost ready to fold," he told Anya, who was lounging on the bench behind him. As he was swinging the basket off the top of the machine, his eye caught on a small stack of books. The Tantric Guide to Sex, he read, and his eye continued downward and along the spine of The Story of O. The laundry almost fell from his hands. "Anya, look what I found!" he exclaimed. The ex-demon glanced over, bored. "Oh, that's where I left them," she said.
sunday100 challenge. It was far too inspiring to leave alone. More will be written; it's very tempting to try and do drabbles for all the lists. :) The "official" three can be found here.Yngwie Malmsteen or Spinal Tap?
Oz is glad that he's a child of the 80s. If he'd been born any earlier, he would have grown up without the sounds of Malmsteen's shredding to inspire him to practice endlessly on the guitar. Not that he aspires to play like Malmsteen, of course, but it's something he wants to be capable of. Fingers blurring across the frets, each note searing clearly through the lingering clouds of sound. His favorite musical innovation of the 80s, however, is not Malmsteen, but a band that he would never dream of imitating. Once a year, he watches This is Spinal Tap.
Robert Frost Greeting Cards
Spike's world ended in fire. Inside and out, he was burning, his soul glowing and expanding and him crumbling around the edges to let it out, to let it meet the light that was springing up around him. And when Buffy touched his hand, it blazed forth with a clear flame.
After it was over, when the rest of them were safe on the bus, Buffy felt something stiff in her jacket pocket and pulled out a card. It bore a single phrase, in a familiar script. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire.
Blind Items
There was only one thing that you really needed when you went blind, as Giles had discovered. His eyesight had failed him twice, and the same cure had sustained him until his vision returned. A bottle of high quality scotch. But after the first time, he'd realized that there was still an ingredient missing from this magical equation of blindness plus scotch, namely the ready availability of a another bottle of cheaper alcohol for once your taste-buds gave up and the first was empty. And after the second time, he added one more item to the list. A shatterproof tumbler.
The Quotable Bazooka Joe
Most kids that Oz knew had collections. Collections of baseball cards, stamp collections, boxes of old coins. Wendell, in the grade below him, had a spider collection. And Oz had a collection too, but not so much in a single and identifiable location. It was crumpled in various pockets, lining the seams of his backpack, and littered across the surfaces of his room. He collected Bazooka gum wrappers. There was something about the little comic strips that he loved, and he memorized the dialogue in class when he was bored. He's pretty sure it somehow shaped his outlook on life.
Several Books Left in My Apartment Building's Laundry Room
Xander heaved another armful of clothes from the dryer and dumped them in the laundry basket. "Almost ready to fold," he told Anya, who was lounging on the bench behind him. As he was swinging the basket off the top of the machine, his eye caught on a small stack of books. The Tantric Guide to Sex, he read, and his eye continued downward and along the spine of The Story of O. The laundry almost fell from his hands. "Anya, look what I found!" he exclaimed. The ex-demon glanced over, bored. "Oh, that's where I left them," she said.
