Three drabbles
Jan. 5th, 2006 07:57 pmOkay, I've never actually tried this before, but after Wills' drabbling the other day I decided it may be fun to give it a shot. Feel free to forward any complaints to the instigator. *G*
Haroun, Miles, rain
Round, serious blue eyes peered up at the older man from beneath the edge of the umbrella. Twin streams of water framed a face alive with curiosity, the silence unbroken by nothing but the drum of rain. At last, the boy made his solemn inquiry.
"If Mr. Haroun was not wearing pants, would his legs rust?"
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Catseye, dandelion fluff
She'd had the area staked out for weeks now, patient as a farmer awaiting the harvest of a particularly fine crop. She'd watched the yellow petals wither and shrink, and closely monitored the twist of green left behind as it swelled. Some few had already opened, but they only served as an appetizer, a warm-up before the main event. Bursting one or two of the seedheads was fun, but what she really looked forward to was plowing through an entire patch of them to create her own personal blizzard. And unlike the ones Ororo made, her snowflakes wouldn't melt away when swatted by paws.
But then, just before the patch was truly ripe, Catseye returned to the scene and found the unthinkable. The once interestingly overgrown grass had been trimmed to an offensively even length -- a crime which had resulted in the brutal decapitation of her carefully cultivated harvest. Something had beaten her to her prey, and now nothing remained of her grand schemes but a patch of viciously terminated stalks and the smell of freshly cut grass.
And that was how Catseye decided the lawnmower had to die.
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Forge, Catseye, window
It wasn't so much that Forge liked seeing a lazy stretch turn into spill, as such. What he really enjoyed was the immediate aftermath, where she tried to pretend falling off the windowsill in her sleep had been intentional.
It was sheer luck that it had happened within view of one of the surveillance cameras he'd been using to test-run possible alterations to the school's security system. Now he could not only treasure the memory, he could forward it to his friends.
Haroun, Miles, rain
Round, serious blue eyes peered up at the older man from beneath the edge of the umbrella. Twin streams of water framed a face alive with curiosity, the silence unbroken by nothing but the drum of rain. At last, the boy made his solemn inquiry.
"If Mr. Haroun was not wearing pants, would his legs rust?"
*********
Catseye, dandelion fluff
She'd had the area staked out for weeks now, patient as a farmer awaiting the harvest of a particularly fine crop. She'd watched the yellow petals wither and shrink, and closely monitored the twist of green left behind as it swelled. Some few had already opened, but they only served as an appetizer, a warm-up before the main event. Bursting one or two of the seedheads was fun, but what she really looked forward to was plowing through an entire patch of them to create her own personal blizzard. And unlike the ones Ororo made, her snowflakes wouldn't melt away when swatted by paws.
But then, just before the patch was truly ripe, Catseye returned to the scene and found the unthinkable. The once interestingly overgrown grass had been trimmed to an offensively even length -- a crime which had resulted in the brutal decapitation of her carefully cultivated harvest. Something had beaten her to her prey, and now nothing remained of her grand schemes but a patch of viciously terminated stalks and the smell of freshly cut grass.
And that was how Catseye decided the lawnmower had to die.
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Forge, Catseye, window
It wasn't so much that Forge liked seeing a lazy stretch turn into spill, as such. What he really enjoyed was the immediate aftermath, where she tried to pretend falling off the windowsill in her sleep had been intentional.
It was sheer luck that it had happened within view of one of the surveillance cameras he'd been using to test-run possible alterations to the school's security system. Now he could not only treasure the memory, he could forward it to his friends.
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Date: 2006-01-06 02:25 am (UTC)*preens!*
;)
(Yeeeeeee! Drabbles!)
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Date: 2006-01-06 02:27 am (UTC)The word I'm looking for is 'flawless'.
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Date: 2006-01-06 02:59 am (UTC)