SW drabblebits (Lostverse)
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bedlamsbardI made Creative Writing Club drabble today -- four prompts, 100 words, 75 words, 50 words, and 25 words. There were various amounts of success.
1. fire in the valley
Everything burns.
She hugs the bundle in her arms tightly to her chest, wrapping a fold of her robe around it even though it's hot enough the ground feels like it's baking beneath her feet.
"My lady," Typho says softly at her elbow and she turns her head away from the holocaust below. "The aircar's ready."
Padme nods and starts to turn away, but her attention is caught by a sudden leap of flame below and a loud boom that echoes across the hills. The fire must have caught one of the city's old blackpowder reserves.
For a moment she stares, arrested, and then leaves.
2. lord, I was born a ramblin' man
He wanders. Planet to planet, system to system, trying to find someone who can tell him -- anything. News of the survivors, news of the dead, news of those who've turned traitor rather than die fighting. Everywhere the news is the same.
Dead. Dead. Murdered in the streets. Lynched by the people. Killed in an accident. Dead. Dead.
On one planet, someone tries to take his head for a bounty and he kills them, coldly, efficiently. After that he moves faster. Planet to planet. System to system. Searching.
3. faith
The suns are very warm through the thick fabric of his robe. Nevertheless, Obi-Wan wraps it tighter about him and stares down at the stone in the ground, covering a body captured forever in sand. He has never met the woman, has no knowledge of her beyond what Anakin has said, yet he still feels a certain kinship with her.
"He is alive," Obi-Wan says softly. "I am certain of it."
4. cost of desire
The queen keeps asking her what has happened, how could she let this happen, but in the end she has no words at all.
You ever have those moments when you're reading something that you should really like, and you agree with some of it, but the author's characterization is so fundamentally different from yours that it just doesn't even process as being the same characters? But there's enough of the core characterization there that it sort of does, only not, and you end up reading it and being really, really frustrated?
Yeah. Those were the last bits of fic I read last night, and then I spent an hour calming myself down by knitting and listening to the WiL playlist. It's a good way to calm down.
1. fire in the valley
Everything burns.
She hugs the bundle in her arms tightly to her chest, wrapping a fold of her robe around it even though it's hot enough the ground feels like it's baking beneath her feet.
"My lady," Typho says softly at her elbow and she turns her head away from the holocaust below. "The aircar's ready."
Padme nods and starts to turn away, but her attention is caught by a sudden leap of flame below and a loud boom that echoes across the hills. The fire must have caught one of the city's old blackpowder reserves.
For a moment she stares, arrested, and then leaves.
2. lord, I was born a ramblin' man
He wanders. Planet to planet, system to system, trying to find someone who can tell him -- anything. News of the survivors, news of the dead, news of those who've turned traitor rather than die fighting. Everywhere the news is the same.
Dead. Dead. Murdered in the streets. Lynched by the people. Killed in an accident. Dead. Dead.
On one planet, someone tries to take his head for a bounty and he kills them, coldly, efficiently. After that he moves faster. Planet to planet. System to system. Searching.
3. faith
The suns are very warm through the thick fabric of his robe. Nevertheless, Obi-Wan wraps it tighter about him and stares down at the stone in the ground, covering a body captured forever in sand. He has never met the woman, has no knowledge of her beyond what Anakin has said, yet he still feels a certain kinship with her.
"He is alive," Obi-Wan says softly. "I am certain of it."
4. cost of desire
The queen keeps asking her what has happened, how could she let this happen, but in the end she has no words at all.
You ever have those moments when you're reading something that you should really like, and you agree with some of it, but the author's characterization is so fundamentally different from yours that it just doesn't even process as being the same characters? But there's enough of the core characterization there that it sort of does, only not, and you end up reading it and being really, really frustrated?
Yeah. Those were the last bits of fic I read last night, and then I spent an hour calming myself down by knitting and listening to the WiL playlist. It's a good way to calm down.
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Date: 2008-07-27 07:06 pm (UTC)*laughs at self*
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Date: 2008-07-27 07:17 pm (UTC)