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So! Since nobody seems to think I particularly need a filter, I'm not making one.
Here, therefore, are the first few entries in the Heroes Season 1 Episode Title Drabble* Project. ...Which needs a new name, because that is a long and clunky name. I'm taking suggestions!
I'm not writing them in order, so the first one is #5.I'm also not introducing them with the fandoms; they should be recognizeable, but not always immediately. [ETA] ON SECOND THOUGHT: as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mtgat points out, people may want to avoid spoilers. So: introducing with fandoms after all.
Fandom: Supernatural, pre-canon
Title: 5. Hiros
He wasn't in her third-grade class for very long; the family arrived in the middle of February, and was gone again before April was over. Troubled kid, single-parent family, tendency towards sullenness and acting out. Far behind his classmates in most of the basics, and aggressively uninterested in catching up.
But she still has his drawing from the class assignment that asked the kids to draw a favorite memory or daydream.
A small figure and a larger one, both holding silver sticks that might be swords or guns or magic wands, their feet set triumphantly atop a crumpled heap rendered in black and red and yellow.
Underneath, in Dean's laborious clumsy lettering: my dad n me r hiros.
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Fandom: Quantum Leap
Title: 3. One Giant Leap
"...oh boy."
Sam's breathing sounds unnaturally loud in his own ears. Intellectually, he knows that isn't true; it's just that his breathing is the only sound anywhere nearby.
The barren gray sand stretches in all directions, brilliant and desolate under a black sky jeweled with stars. A black sky that holds an impossible blazing sun, throwing stark shadows from his feet and the wheels of the dune buggy.
"Sam?" He turns to see Al standing there, incongruous in his Hawaiian shirt. "Okay, the bad news is, Ziggy's got no idea what you're supposed to do. The good news is, we didn't have any trouble figuring out who you are." A beat. "I'll tell you, it's nice to see Neil again, but he's really kind of pissed off at us right now."
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Fandom: Doctor Who, revival version, Season One
Title: 15. Run!
It was the first word he ever said to her. She took his hand, and she's been running ever since.
Sometimes for their lives, as on that first day, an inexplicable threat at their heels, terror in each gasp for breath. Sometimes for the lives of others, family or friends or total strangers, running toward the threat instead of away.
But sometimes for the sheer fantastic joy of it, for the wind of time buffeting their faces and all the worlds rushing past, for the light in his eyes like the firework flare of stars being born. Close to a thousand years old and he still has that delight in the traveling; there are times she knows she could do the same.
The universe is bright and strange, and vast: if you want to see it all, even with all the time in the world, you have to keep running.
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Fandom: Doomsday Book by Connie Willis, post-canon
Title: 13. The Fix
The words of Litany in Time of Plague keep running through Kivrin's mind. Farewell, adieu, Earth's bliss -- / This world uncertain is.
There's nothing uncertain about the look on Dani's face as she circles the net, almost dancing in her eagerness to be off. Her clothes and hair are right, nothing to startle the early-20th-century contemps; she's memorized her story, rattled off the responses easily when Kivrin quizzed her. Her accent is as close as they can make it -- not that there's any chance of her being burned as a witch during the First World War, but suspicion of foreigners was at its usual wartime high.
It's not the war she's going to study, though. It's the influenza pandemic.
"We've got the fix," says Brasenose's tech, and Dani grins; she looks exhilarated, and determined, and about ten years old. Oh, Mr. Dunworthy. Is that how I looked to you?
"Godspeed," says Kivrin softly, knowing Dani can't hear her.
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More coming as I write them.
[ETA the second] *Drabble: yes, I am aware that strictly speaking a drabble should be precisely one hundred words. I subscribe to a somewhat looser interpretation, to wit: if it's between 75 and 150 wordcount, I don't feel too bad about calling it a drabble. Call them postcard fics if you prefer that.
Here, therefore, are the first few entries in the Heroes Season 1 Episode Title Drabble* Project. ...Which needs a new name, because that is a long and clunky name. I'm taking suggestions!
I'm not writing them in order, so the first one is #5.
mtgat points out, people may want to avoid spoilers. So: introducing with fandoms after all.Fandom: Supernatural, pre-canon
Title: 5. Hiros
He wasn't in her third-grade class for very long; the family arrived in the middle of February, and was gone again before April was over. Troubled kid, single-parent family, tendency towards sullenness and acting out. Far behind his classmates in most of the basics, and aggressively uninterested in catching up.
But she still has his drawing from the class assignment that asked the kids to draw a favorite memory or daydream.
A small figure and a larger one, both holding silver sticks that might be swords or guns or magic wands, their feet set triumphantly atop a crumpled heap rendered in black and red and yellow.
Underneath, in Dean's laborious clumsy lettering: my dad n me r hiros.
-----
Fandom: Quantum Leap
Title: 3. One Giant Leap
"...oh boy."
Sam's breathing sounds unnaturally loud in his own ears. Intellectually, he knows that isn't true; it's just that his breathing is the only sound anywhere nearby.
The barren gray sand stretches in all directions, brilliant and desolate under a black sky jeweled with stars. A black sky that holds an impossible blazing sun, throwing stark shadows from his feet and the wheels of the dune buggy.
"Sam?" He turns to see Al standing there, incongruous in his Hawaiian shirt. "Okay, the bad news is, Ziggy's got no idea what you're supposed to do. The good news is, we didn't have any trouble figuring out who you are." A beat. "I'll tell you, it's nice to see Neil again, but he's really kind of pissed off at us right now."
-----
Fandom: Doctor Who, revival version, Season One
Title: 15. Run!
It was the first word he ever said to her. She took his hand, and she's been running ever since.
Sometimes for their lives, as on that first day, an inexplicable threat at their heels, terror in each gasp for breath. Sometimes for the lives of others, family or friends or total strangers, running toward the threat instead of away.
But sometimes for the sheer fantastic joy of it, for the wind of time buffeting their faces and all the worlds rushing past, for the light in his eyes like the firework flare of stars being born. Close to a thousand years old and he still has that delight in the traveling; there are times she knows she could do the same.
The universe is bright and strange, and vast: if you want to see it all, even with all the time in the world, you have to keep running.
-----
Fandom: Doomsday Book by Connie Willis, post-canon
Title: 13. The Fix
The words of Litany in Time of Plague keep running through Kivrin's mind. Farewell, adieu, Earth's bliss -- / This world uncertain is.
There's nothing uncertain about the look on Dani's face as she circles the net, almost dancing in her eagerness to be off. Her clothes and hair are right, nothing to startle the early-20th-century contemps; she's memorized her story, rattled off the responses easily when Kivrin quizzed her. Her accent is as close as they can make it -- not that there's any chance of her being burned as a witch during the First World War, but suspicion of foreigners was at its usual wartime high.
It's not the war she's going to study, though. It's the influenza pandemic.
"We've got the fix," says Brasenose's tech, and Dani grins; she looks exhilarated, and determined, and about ten years old. Oh, Mr. Dunworthy. Is that how I looked to you?
"Godspeed," says Kivrin softly, knowing Dani can't hear her.
-----
More coming as I write them.
[ETA the second] *Drabble: yes, I am aware that strictly speaking a drabble should be precisely one hundred words. I subscribe to a somewhat looser interpretation, to wit: if it's between 75 and 150 wordcount, I don't feel too bad about calling it a drabble. Call them postcard fics if you prefer that.