khriskin | Entries tagged with writings 2006-06

The following are the first lines from all of the original fiction postings from the June 2006. These are friends-locked posts sorted under my Writing filter, as I have no desire to spam those on my flist who aren't interested. *grin*

Please comment on this post in order to be added to the filter or check out my archive: The Unforgotten Country over at EverydayDragons.com.

Note: The number is the date of the entry and the stuff in parenthesis is the genre and/or working title of the universe in which the story snippit took place.

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30 - "Do you think you could have done better?" (Science Fiction; StarCrossed)
29 - There was something in the darkness of the caves, something small and skittery, but the dragon hadn’t been able to pin down what it was (Fantasy)
26 - Sometimes the words didn’t come out right and she suffered through their jibes and friendly teasing. (Science Fiction; StarCrossed)
23 - She sometimes wondered if thunder was the way clouds talked. (Fantasy)
22 - A Listener could never force obedience; threats had little effect on the dead. (Fantasy; The Mists of Haiyts)
21 - There was nothing in the sky to lead him on, but on he went. (Science Fiction)
20 - "Never again, never." Sparrow glared at the wall, her back to Marc. (Science Fiction; Clockwork Sparrow)
19 - Being a caravan guard was not a terribly challenging job. (Fantasy)
18 - "Oh gawd," Alison glared at the townhouse. (Real-world/Urban Fantasy)
17 - The sun was a dim red disk, hanging in perpetual sunset along the western horizon. (Science Fiction; Carson and Ship)
16 - By nightfall they had only reached the ragged edges of the wood, where the trees still crept outwards into the star-lit prairie. (Fantasy)
15 - Mark decided it would be a learning experience, although he still wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to learn from watching the apartment complex burn. (Real-world/Urban Fantasy)
14 - She had skipped a hundred times before, bouncing back and forth on the colonial cargo runs. (Science Fiction; Skipping Stones)
13 - Love is sweet and fleeting, and hatred is a wonderful motivator. (Fantasy)
12 - Some things by their very nature, were better left unsaid. (Real-world/Urban Fantasy)
11 - Adventures weren’t supposed to begin in the middle of the afternoon. (Fantasy)
10 - It was learning how not to think, that saved her. (Real-world/Urban Fantasy)
9 - It was an unhealthy obsession, but she didn’t care. (Science Fiction)
8 - "Grow damn you." (Science Fiction)
7 - The stone sucked the light from the room in a gasping sigh, sending the band deeper into darkness with each breath. (Fantasy)
6 - It seemed silly in retrospect, after all no one wanted people to be unhappy. (Science Fiction)
5 - Brownie was not a bad horse, he just wasn’t a very good horse either. (Real-wold/Urban Fantasy)
4 - If she had only planned ahead, she could have blamed it on Cilarni. (Fantasy)
3 - In the end, there was nothing I could do but watch her die. (Fantasy)
2 - Things were happening too fast. (Fantasy)
1 - She dodged left a fraction too late and the light sliced through her arm, cauterizing as it went. (Fantasy)

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TITLE: Come Sail Away
FANDOM: Doctor Who
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
SHIPS/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY:

dw100 Challenge #112: Here We Go Again.

Sometimes they said no.

It happened more often in the beginning, when he was less polished in his roles. When the invitations had seemed less whimsical, and more complex. His words held more weight back then, until he'd learned to lessen the overtones of time and age that leached like water through sand. He was the ocean, deep and dark and dangerous, and they left him on the shore. In time he learned to hide it, bury his self in the depths of the sea, and when he asked them now, "Would you like to come along?"

She said yes.

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Technorati tags: writing | fan fiction | doctor who | the unforgotten country | fanfic

TITLE: Bedknobs and Broomsticks
FANDOM: Doctor Who
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
SHIPS/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY:

dw100 Response to Challenge #118: Cartoon.

"Bedknobs and Broomsticks?" Rose jumped in her chair as the Doctor leaned over her shoulder, peering curiously at the protagonists cavorting in an animated ocean. "What brought that on?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Look, it's not my fault we're stuck at the bottom of this lovely little ocean. I hadn’t planned on outside interference."

"I didn’t touch the dammed button," Jack retorted from behind the heap of machinery he was tinkering with. "This time, anyway."

"Well you weren’t helping either."

Rose grinned and went back to her movie, leaving the boys to bicker about whose fault it wasn't. This time.

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Current Mood: amused

TITLE: Little Things
FANDOM: Doctor Who
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
SHIPS/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY:

dw100 Response to Challenge #122: under the sea

It wasn't the first time he'd wished there was a window in the door. In fact, if he thought about it, which he really didn't have time to, it might have been closer to his five hundredth musing on doors and windows and the advantages of seeing what was on the other side before you flung it open willy-nilly. But he didn't have time to think about that. He only had time to think about who was knocking on the door, as the Tardis was currently nestled several fathoms below normal oceanic habitation. But still... he could've used the window.

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Current Mood: amused

TITLE: They Didn't Care
FANDOM: Doctor Who
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
SHIPS/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Humans are a forgiving sort...

dw100 Challenge #11: Companions

He wasn't human, although he looked it. He dressed the same, but sometimes oddly; spoke in familiar rhythms and accents. He even mingled when temperament allowed. But there was danger in mingling, not every species welcomed his brand of friendship; a charade flavored with wit, and charm, and lies, and the damming dash of immortality. He touched them in passing, little lives speeding by faster than he would admit. She was here, then gone. Then another, and another, all lost to the one thing he couldn't control, couldn't thwart, couldn't save them from.

He wasn't human, yet they didn't care.

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TITLE: Revenge
FANDOM: Doctor Who
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
SHIPS/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Another world, another time, and those same four syllables.

dw100 Challenge #6: Hate.

My world died on a single word, four syllables screeched in a metallic voice. Burned in the same culling fires as the hundreds before it, no more important or unique, and yet... We didn’t wait. We didn’t hold out hope of some divine decree or prophetic rescue. We didn’t put our faith in diplomacy or weaponry. We didn’t cower in fear or rage in anger. We simply built.

And now, cloaked in technology learned in those last desperate years, we grow. They are not the only species that can learn to hate, and we will have our revenge against...

Exterminate.

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Current Mood: amused

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Entries tagged with writings 2006-06

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Come Sail Away (Doctor Who)

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