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Drabble: Fear
Jan. 27th, 2013 06:14 pmPrompt (from sim_spiration):
Lyrics: "Don't pay no mind to the demons/They fill you with fear." (Home, Phillip Phillips)
Warning: this drabble is more morbid than usual.
Ophelia found it hard not to think about death in this state, tired but still wide awake.
Here was an elevator, where she was trapped, screaming until her voice was hoarse but there was no use, no one would hear her. There was a plane, where she was being rocked violently back and forth as it barreled to the ground, where it would crash and break and shatter.
And now a river, deep enough for her to be completely submerged, full of sharp rocks and strong currents that pushed and pulled.
This time it was't her death she was seeing.
Lyrics: "Don't pay no mind to the demons/They fill you with fear." (Home, Phillip Phillips)
Warning: this drabble is more morbid than usual.
Ophelia found it hard not to think about death in this state, tired but still wide awake.
Here was an elevator, where she was trapped, screaming until her voice was hoarse but there was no use, no one would hear her. There was a plane, where she was being rocked violently back and forth as it barreled to the ground, where it would crash and break and shatter.
And now a river, deep enough for her to be completely submerged, full of sharp rocks and strong currents that pushed and pulled.
This time it was't her death she was seeing.
Olive Specter's Trial
Jan. 21st, 2013 06:44 pmOlive Specter didn't need to hear how the jury had voted. Her case had been decided from the start. There was little evidence tying her to the murders, which is why the investigation had taken so long, and almost been filed away as an unsolved crime. But the people of Strangetown, and everywhere in Belladonna Cove for that matter, had always suspected she was guilty; why else would there be so many tombstones in her garden? So they'd leaped at the chance to convict her when some additional investigation brought up new evidence against her.
When Olive learned she was going to trial she hadn't cared enough to ask what this evidence was. She'd stopped caring if anyone thought she was guilty along time ago as well. Everyone whose opinion had mattered to Olive were dead now.
Well, except for her son. The boy who'd been taken away from her as a toddler, when the police first started investigating Olive's garden. It had taken over twenty years before she was allowed to see him again, only to be convicted of serial murder and sentenced to life in prison with no chance of parole. There were people who thought it was too lenient a sentence, that Olive should be executed so she couldn't never kill again. Olive knew it didn't matter; she was an old woman, and wouldn't live much longer anyway. The people would get what they wanted; they'd never see Olive Specter again.
When Olive learned she was going to trial she hadn't cared enough to ask what this evidence was. She'd stopped caring if anyone thought she was guilty along time ago as well. Everyone whose opinion had mattered to Olive were dead now.
Well, except for her son. The boy who'd been taken away from her as a toddler, when the police first started investigating Olive's garden. It had taken over twenty years before she was allowed to see him again, only to be convicted of serial murder and sentenced to life in prison with no chance of parole. There were people who thought it was too lenient a sentence, that Olive should be executed so she couldn't never kill again. Olive knew it didn't matter; she was an old woman, and wouldn't live much longer anyway. The people would get what they wanted; they'd never see Olive Specter again.
Drabble: Fairytale
Jan. 20th, 2013 02:18 amPrompt (from sim_spiration):
Lyrics: "All those fairy tales are full of it/One more stupid love song I'll be sick." (Payphone, Maroon 5)
Vidcund was sick of hearing love songs.
It was Valentine's Day, and all Vidcund wanted to do was listen to his favorite radio station while working on his latest research. Unfortunately, the station was promising to play "all your favorite love songs, all day long!"
He shut the radio off when some song about "love like a fairy-tale" came on.
"Fairytales aren't real," he muttered to his plants. If they were, he'd be the one married to Circe, not that damn Loki.
He could almost see Circe rolling her eyes. "Face it Vidcund, you're not the hero of this story."
Lyrics: "All those fairy tales are full of it/One more stupid love song I'll be sick." (Payphone, Maroon 5)
Vidcund was sick of hearing love songs.
It was Valentine's Day, and all Vidcund wanted to do was listen to his favorite radio station while working on his latest research. Unfortunately, the station was promising to play "all your favorite love songs, all day long!"
He shut the radio off when some song about "love like a fairy-tale" came on.
"Fairytales aren't real," he muttered to his plants. If they were, he'd be the one married to Circe, not that damn Loki.
He could almost see Circe rolling her eyes. "Face it Vidcund, you're not the hero of this story."
Drabble: Least Expected
Jan. 13th, 2013 02:49 amPrompt (from sim_spiration):
Quotes: "What we anticipate seldom occurs; what we least expected generally happens." (Benjamin Disraeli)
Ripp couldn't believe he was hearing from Tank again after all these years.
They'd never had a real conversation before, only arguments. More often they were fighting, speaking with their fists rather than words. Then, after Ripp moved, they just dropped all contact.
Tank thought Ripp should be the one reaching out to him, not the other way around. Ripp had always started the fights with his provocation, insulting and irritating Tank until he couldn't take it anymore. But Tank didn't want to leave things as they were, and if that meant being the bigger man and apologizing so be it.
Quotes: "What we anticipate seldom occurs; what we least expected generally happens." (Benjamin Disraeli)
Ripp couldn't believe he was hearing from Tank again after all these years.
They'd never had a real conversation before, only arguments. More often they were fighting, speaking with their fists rather than words. Then, after Ripp moved, they just dropped all contact.
Tank thought Ripp should be the one reaching out to him, not the other way around. Ripp had always started the fights with his provocation, insulting and irritating Tank until he couldn't take it anymore. But Tank didn't want to leave things as they were, and if that meant being the bigger man and apologizing so be it.
Drabble: Try
Dec. 30th, 2012 03:08 amPrompt (from sim_spiration):
Lyrics: "Where there is desire there is gonna be a flame/Where there is a flame someone's bound to get burned." ("Try," Pink)
Few people understood why Don had proposed to Cassandra. Don wasn't even sure he understood it himself.
Maybe it was because underneath her pigtails and glasses she looked kind of like her mother. If Don couldn't have the lively and passionate Bella, Cassandra was the next best thing. Or maybe it was the Goth fortune that tempted him to woo Cassie.
Or maybe it was just because, for some strange reason, Cassandra loved Don. She loved him despite his flaws, and believed that he could become a better person.
It was too bad he was about to prove her wrong.
Lyrics: "Where there is desire there is gonna be a flame/Where there is a flame someone's bound to get burned." ("Try," Pink)
Few people understood why Don had proposed to Cassandra. Don wasn't even sure he understood it himself.
Maybe it was because underneath her pigtails and glasses she looked kind of like her mother. If Don couldn't have the lively and passionate Bella, Cassandra was the next best thing. Or maybe it was the Goth fortune that tempted him to woo Cassie.
Or maybe it was just because, for some strange reason, Cassandra loved Don. She loved him despite his flaws, and believed that he could become a better person.
It was too bad he was about to prove her wrong.
Drabble: Daddy's Girl
Dec. 23rd, 2012 06:57 amPrompt (from sim_spiration):
Key Words/Short Phrases: Daddy's girl
Angela Pleasant had perhaps been the most shocked of all at Daniel's affair.
Angela was a lot like her mother, politically ambitious and hopelessly romantic. But she'd always been close with her father. He was the one she went to when she wanted some company while she exercised, and she the one he went to when he wanted someone to watch sports with him. While Mary-Sue denied Angela's faults, Daniel saw them and loved her anyway.
So when Daniel apologized, what else could she do? He wasn't the perfect dad she'd thought he was. But he was still her dad.
Key Words/Short Phrases: Daddy's girl
Angela Pleasant had perhaps been the most shocked of all at Daniel's affair.
Angela was a lot like her mother, politically ambitious and hopelessly romantic. But she'd always been close with her father. He was the one she went to when she wanted some company while she exercised, and she the one he went to when he wanted someone to watch sports with him. While Mary-Sue denied Angela's faults, Daniel saw them and loved her anyway.
So when Daniel apologized, what else could she do? He wasn't the perfect dad she'd thought he was. But he was still her dad.
Drabble: Punch
Dec. 9th, 2012 01:31 amPrompt (from sim_spiration):
Quotes: "I always hear 'punch me in the face' when you're speaking, but it's usually subtext." (Sherlock)
"Patrizio."
"Consort."
The two men glared at each other. It was hard to believe they'd once been friends, before Contessa came between them.
In Veronaville, that sort of thing was taken very seriously. Their families had been feuding ever since, allowing the violence to escalate until That Day. The day their fighting led to the murder of Cordelia, Caliban, Claudio, Olivia, and Hero.
The government had stepped in, and sent the murderers to jail. Those left behind were given much to think about.
Consort and Patrizio still hated each other. But they never wanted it to come to that again.
Quotes: "I always hear 'punch me in the face' when you're speaking, but it's usually subtext." (Sherlock)
"Patrizio."
"Consort."
The two men glared at each other. It was hard to believe they'd once been friends, before Contessa came between them.
In Veronaville, that sort of thing was taken very seriously. Their families had been feuding ever since, allowing the violence to escalate until That Day. The day their fighting led to the murder of Cordelia, Caliban, Claudio, Olivia, and Hero.
The government had stepped in, and sent the murderers to jail. Those left behind were given much to think about.
Consort and Patrizio still hated each other. But they never wanted it to come to that again.
Drabble: Universe
Dec. 2nd, 2012 05:54 amPrompt (from sim_spiration):
Quotes: "I hate to break it to you, but there is no big lie, there is no system. The universe is indifferent." (Mad Men)
Skip had a lot of time to think while drowning.
Could he have lived if he'd done things differently? His choices had been either become a criminal, or end up homeless. And he had a family to think about, so there had never really been a choice at all. Drowning was his destiny.
The police knew about Skip's criminal history and would try to use his murder to unearth a trail of lies and conspiracies leading them to the Bluewater Smugglers. To them that was solving Skip's murder. But Skip knew the truth; he'd died simply because he couldn't live.
Quotes: "I hate to break it to you, but there is no big lie, there is no system. The universe is indifferent." (Mad Men)
Skip had a lot of time to think while drowning.
Could he have lived if he'd done things differently? His choices had been either become a criminal, or end up homeless. And he had a family to think about, so there had never really been a choice at all. Drowning was his destiny.
The police knew about Skip's criminal history and would try to use his murder to unearth a trail of lies and conspiracies leading them to the Bluewater Smugglers. To them that was solving Skip's murder. But Skip knew the truth; he'd died simply because he couldn't live.
Drabble: No-Win Scenario
Nov. 25th, 2012 06:25 amPrompts (from sim_spiration):
Quotes: "I don't believe in the no-win scenario." (Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan)
Nervous couldn't believe what he was hearing.
He'd come to term long ago with the idea that he didn't have a family, and now he was being told about his mother, Olive Specter. The woman who was being accused of being a serial killer and would be put on trial, and who'd after about twenty years tracked down her son and named him her heir.
It had always been a no-win situation for Nervous; his options were the Beakers or foster care, then the Beakers or homelessness. But now, maybe he had a chance at something better. At being normal.
Quotes: "I don't believe in the no-win scenario." (Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan)
Nervous couldn't believe what he was hearing.
He'd come to term long ago with the idea that he didn't have a family, and now he was being told about his mother, Olive Specter. The woman who was being accused of being a serial killer and would be put on trial, and who'd after about twenty years tracked down her son and named him her heir.
It had always been a no-win situation for Nervous; his options were the Beakers or foster care, then the Beakers or homelessness. But now, maybe he had a chance at something better. At being normal.
Drabble: Fate
Nov. 18th, 2012 06:19 amPrompts (from sim_spiration):
Quote: "Fate is just what you call it when you don't know the name of the person screwing you over." (Malcolm in the Middle)
Nervous had always had the impression that he didn't deserve happiness. He'd gotten it from years of exasperated sighs from the workers at the orphanage who didn't know what to do with him anymore, of Loki and Circe having to chastise him for all the things he did wrong.
He knew there was something wrong with him, as both the orphanage's staff and the Beakers could testify. He didn't know what it was, since almost every diagnosis he read about seemed to describe him in some ways. That was the reason the orphanage had finally just given up and let the Beakers have him; Circe was a doctor, Loki was a scientist, and both claimed to know something about what was wrong with Nervous.
They'd promised to fix him.
Quote: "Fate is just what you call it when you don't know the name of the person screwing you over." (Malcolm in the Middle)
Nervous had always had the impression that he didn't deserve happiness. He'd gotten it from years of exasperated sighs from the workers at the orphanage who didn't know what to do with him anymore, of Loki and Circe having to chastise him for all the things he did wrong.
He knew there was something wrong with him, as both the orphanage's staff and the Beakers could testify. He didn't know what it was, since almost every diagnosis he read about seemed to describe him in some ways. That was the reason the orphanage had finally just given up and let the Beakers have him; Circe was a doctor, Loki was a scientist, and both claimed to know something about what was wrong with Nervous.
They'd promised to fix him.
The Return of Bella Goth
Nov. 12th, 2012 03:29 amBella looked at the Goth mansion with mixed emotions.
It had been five years since her disappearance from Pleasantview, something she was still not fully sure about the details of. She vaguely remembered being on the roof of Don's house and seeing a flash of bright light that she now knew had been an alien ufo abducting her, but after that she remembered nothing until she'd woken up that first day in a hospital in Strangetown.
It had taken five years to remember even that much, or that her home was in Pleasantview.
The tabloids had thrown accusations at the Calientes and Don Lothario, saying the Caliente sisters were 1/4 alien and Bella had last been seen on Don's roof being abducted by aliens. Dina's short-lived romance with Mortimer had raised suspicion even higher, though that ended when they broke up. Supposedly they remained on friendly terms, if the tabloids were accurate. As for Don, from what Bella remembered of her night on his roof the worst thing he'd done was try to kiss her even though he knew she was married. Bella suspected the real reason the tabloids had placed the blame on him and the Calientes was because they'd been new to the town at the time, making them prime targets for all kinds of gossip.
The doctors and scientists in Strangetown had come up with their own theory. They'd found her at the site of a ufo crash, supposedly the same ufo that abducted her from Pleasantview. The crash had given both her and the other survivor, an alien named PT#9, amnesia, probably due to a release of the gaseous chemicals aliens used to suppress the memories of their abductees. In smaller doses it only suppressed the memories of the actual abduction, but in larger amounts it could easily suppress an entire lifetime of memories.
Bella sighed. Her memories had returned, but they felt like the memories of a completely different person. The Goth mansion no longer felt like home, and seeing Mortimer again for the first time in five years had felt more like meeting a stranger. She was sure it had been weird for him, too. After all, he'd moved on if his past with Dina was any evidence.
And so Bella walked away, with no idea where she was going, what she was going to do, or how she'd gotten into this mess in the first place. All she knew was that things had changed, whether for better or for worse she had yet to find out.
It had been five years since her disappearance from Pleasantview, something she was still not fully sure about the details of. She vaguely remembered being on the roof of Don's house and seeing a flash of bright light that she now knew had been an alien ufo abducting her, but after that she remembered nothing until she'd woken up that first day in a hospital in Strangetown.
It had taken five years to remember even that much, or that her home was in Pleasantview.
The tabloids had thrown accusations at the Calientes and Don Lothario, saying the Caliente sisters were 1/4 alien and Bella had last been seen on Don's roof being abducted by aliens. Dina's short-lived romance with Mortimer had raised suspicion even higher, though that ended when they broke up. Supposedly they remained on friendly terms, if the tabloids were accurate. As for Don, from what Bella remembered of her night on his roof the worst thing he'd done was try to kiss her even though he knew she was married. Bella suspected the real reason the tabloids had placed the blame on him and the Calientes was because they'd been new to the town at the time, making them prime targets for all kinds of gossip.
The doctors and scientists in Strangetown had come up with their own theory. They'd found her at the site of a ufo crash, supposedly the same ufo that abducted her from Pleasantview. The crash had given both her and the other survivor, an alien named PT#9, amnesia, probably due to a release of the gaseous chemicals aliens used to suppress the memories of their abductees. In smaller doses it only suppressed the memories of the actual abduction, but in larger amounts it could easily suppress an entire lifetime of memories.
Bella sighed. Her memories had returned, but they felt like the memories of a completely different person. The Goth mansion no longer felt like home, and seeing Mortimer again for the first time in five years had felt more like meeting a stranger. She was sure it had been weird for him, too. After all, he'd moved on if his past with Dina was any evidence.
And so Bella walked away, with no idea where she was going, what she was going to do, or how she'd gotten into this mess in the first place. All she knew was that things had changed, whether for better or for worse she had yet to find out.
Drabble: Monster
Nov. 11th, 2012 04:10 amPrompts (from sim_spiration):
Lyrics: "By the time you notice, you're already caught up by the monster" ("Monster", Arashi)
"Whattaya want?" Dustin answered the door.
"I hear your father died. He owed me money, and I'm here to collect," the stranger replied.
"We don't have any money."
The stranger took a closer look at Dustin. "Then you'll just have to work it off," he said, handing Dustin a card. "Come to that address tomorrow night. And don't tell anyone." Just like that the stranger was gone, leaving Dustin to take another look at the card in his hand.
Going would be a bad idea, but what choice did he have? Paying off the debt would be impossible any other way.
Lyrics: "By the time you notice, you're already caught up by the monster" ("Monster", Arashi)
"Whattaya want?" Dustin answered the door.
"I hear your father died. He owed me money, and I'm here to collect," the stranger replied.
"We don't have any money."
The stranger took a closer look at Dustin. "Then you'll just have to work it off," he said, handing Dustin a card. "Come to that address tomorrow night. And don't tell anyone." Just like that the stranger was gone, leaving Dustin to take another look at the card in his hand.
Going would be a bad idea, but what choice did he have? Paying off the debt would be impossible any other way.
Drabble: Cellphone
Nov. 4th, 2012 01:41 amPrompts (from sim_spiration):
Key Words/Short Phrases: Cellphone
Situations: Hanging out with the wrong crowd
Skip Broke was his father's son, through and through.
It had been that way ever since the summer before ninth grade, when Skip was fourteen. He'd finally convinced his mom to let him take the bus on his own, and was now making a habit of going into Belladonna Cove.
He was in Archimedes Arcade when he saw three guys stealing a cellphone. It was a sleek, brand new smartphone, the exact model Skip wanted. He would never have enough money to buy it though, so instead he followed the thieves outside.
"Can you teach me how to do that?"
Key Words/Short Phrases: Cellphone
Situations: Hanging out with the wrong crowd
Skip Broke was his father's son, through and through.
It had been that way ever since the summer before ninth grade, when Skip was fourteen. He'd finally convinced his mom to let him take the bus on his own, and was now making a habit of going into Belladonna Cove.
He was in Archimedes Arcade when he saw three guys stealing a cellphone. It was a sleek, brand new smartphone, the exact model Skip wanted. He would never have enough money to buy it though, so instead he followed the thieves outside.
"Can you teach me how to do that?"
