15_minute_fic // Prompt word: garble // “Strange”
Feb. 12th, 2007 12:05 pmMy first ficlet in a very long time! And my first ficlet for the new comm, too. The good Gill (
crazedturkey) kindly volunteered to post the first word so I could write a ficlet. And she even more kindly emailed the word to me, as I can’t get to LJ while at work. Thank-you muchly!
Extra bonus points (or an icon, whichever you prefer) for anyone who can guess the word here. I honestly believe it’s impossible to guess. I know I’ve said that twice before and been proven wrong... but I mean it this time. In fact, I can’t even work out how this story came from the prompt word in question.
Title: Strange
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG (language)
Word count: 424 words
Prompt word: garble
Strange, how my mind stops working properly when he touches me like this. How the world seems to vanish and everything contracts to here and now and him. How can a simple touch be responsible for losing the ability to think clearly?
Or to remember that there’s still a pot on the stove?
“Oh, shit!” I yell, leaping up from the couch and my comfortable seat on his lap.
Strange, how I can go from shyly wondering if I should kiss him to just desperately wanting to switch the smoke alarm off.
Wasn’t there a broom in this cupboard? I’m sure there was a broom in this cupboard. It was just the right length for jabbing at the stupid smoke alarm and I know I always kept it here. All I can find now are towels. Who the hell switched the broom cupboard for a towel cupboard without telling me?
I can hear him laughing, still on the couch. It’s that low laugh I love; the one that usually fills me with warmth and sometimes makes my skin shiver with delight.
Strange, how I can go from thinking of something so pleasant to simply wondering why the hell he isn’t helping.
“The kitchen’s that way,” I snap. You want to turn the stove off before the house burns down? Or is that too much to ask?
I hear him moving towards the kitchen, stifled laughter following him as he goes. It’s not funny. It’s not funny at all. Dinner’s ruined; I’m going insane from having to listen to this stupid smoke alarm; and now my perfect-length broom has vanished from the face of the earth.
“Relax.” He’s right behind me, his breath on the back on my neck, followed quickly by a kiss.
“I'll relax when this is sorted out.”
Strange, how I tried to sound really stern and serious there but my words came out as breathy and distracted instead.
“Found a broom in the kitchen,” he says, holding it in front of me like it’s some sort of trophy. He jabs it upwards and finally silences the smoke alarm.
I mutter my thanks, feeling foolish. Why do I turn into a jerk over the smallest things?
“Is... is dinner OK?” I ask, almost afraid of the answer.
He places his right hand on his left shoulder with a solemn look to his face. “Rest in peace, little dinner,” he says. “We will honour your sacrifice by ordering pizza.”
Strange, how I can go from the depths of despair to smiling helplessly.
Comments and feedback are most appreciated. :D
Extra bonus points (or an icon, whichever you prefer) for anyone who can guess the word here. I honestly believe it’s impossible to guess. I know I’ve said that twice before and been proven wrong... but I mean it this time. In fact, I can’t even work out how this story came from the prompt word in question.
Title: Strange
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG (language)
Word count: 424 words
Prompt word: garble
Strange, how my mind stops working properly when he touches me like this. How the world seems to vanish and everything contracts to here and now and him. How can a simple touch be responsible for losing the ability to think clearly?
Or to remember that there’s still a pot on the stove?
“Oh, shit!” I yell, leaping up from the couch and my comfortable seat on his lap.
Strange, how I can go from shyly wondering if I should kiss him to just desperately wanting to switch the smoke alarm off.
Wasn’t there a broom in this cupboard? I’m sure there was a broom in this cupboard. It was just the right length for jabbing at the stupid smoke alarm and I know I always kept it here. All I can find now are towels. Who the hell switched the broom cupboard for a towel cupboard without telling me?
I can hear him laughing, still on the couch. It’s that low laugh I love; the one that usually fills me with warmth and sometimes makes my skin shiver with delight.
Strange, how I can go from thinking of something so pleasant to simply wondering why the hell he isn’t helping.
“The kitchen’s that way,” I snap. You want to turn the stove off before the house burns down? Or is that too much to ask?
I hear him moving towards the kitchen, stifled laughter following him as he goes. It’s not funny. It’s not funny at all. Dinner’s ruined; I’m going insane from having to listen to this stupid smoke alarm; and now my perfect-length broom has vanished from the face of the earth.
“Relax.” He’s right behind me, his breath on the back on my neck, followed quickly by a kiss.
“I'll relax when this is sorted out.”
Strange, how I tried to sound really stern and serious there but my words came out as breathy and distracted instead.
“Found a broom in the kitchen,” he says, holding it in front of me like it’s some sort of trophy. He jabs it upwards and finally silences the smoke alarm.
I mutter my thanks, feeling foolish. Why do I turn into a jerk over the smallest things?
“Is... is dinner OK?” I ask, almost afraid of the answer.
He places his right hand on his left shoulder with a solemn look to his face. “Rest in peace, little dinner,” he says. “We will honour your sacrifice by ordering pizza.”
Strange, how I can go from the depths of despair to smiling helplessly.
Comments and feedback are most appreciated. :D
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on 2007-02-12 02:16 am (UTC)but you're right...I have no idea how it relates to the prompt!!! *laughs*
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on 2007-02-12 07:03 am (UTC)And you are quite welcome ;)
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on 2007-02-12 04:58 am (UTC)And I can't even begin to guess the prompt word :P
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on 2007-02-12 08:14 am (UTC)I had no idea about the word at all. I was guessing something like "inconsistency" and headed to the community to find out what it was. Once I knew I could see the connection but I would never have guessed.
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on 2007-02-12 09:12 am (UTC)I am glad people can see the connection once they know the word. :D
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on 2007-02-12 09:12 am (UTC)I can sort of see the word, but only cos I know what it is :P
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on 2007-02-12 10:20 am (UTC)I don't know what you could mean there! I'm glad you enjoyed the story and I hope Mr. Scruffy ended up getting that hug after all. :)
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on 2007-02-12 12:10 pm (UTC)As it happened I saw the prompt word before I read that, so I confess I did kinda see it - far more subtle than my interpretation! - but really, really very lovely and sweet. The dinner... Aww...
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on 2007-02-12 06:31 pm (UTC)Thank you for writing this. It made my day and made me want to go and hug my husband, which I shall do now.
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on 2007-02-20 07:49 am (UTC)What I really like about this 15 minute fiction thing is how everyone takes such a different twist on the word given. It's very interesting :)
You left a comment on my fic for the #2 word - and I wanted to reply... but I wasn't sure how to (I'm just new to LJ) - so I thought I'd just leave the comment here:
I'm glad you liked my story. I'm not sure whether I shall continue it or not... there are definitely things I need to fix up - like pick my time period properly :P I was aiming for WWII London - but it's hard to write about something when you aren't quite sure about it ^.^;
I'm off to read more stories now :D
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on 2007-02-20 08:22 am (UTC)If you want to reply to comments in your own LJ, you can do it just by clicking on the reply link on the comment, as in this screencap:
You need to click on that "Reply" link so that the person who left the comment will know you've responded to what they've said.
Your piece reminded me of a very good book I read about how evacuation and wartime affected children in London... but I can't remember the name of the book at all! There are bound to be some great sites about that on the internet, though.
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on 2007-02-22 03:12 am (UTC)Oh and thanks for the help :) I was hoping that I would have been able to quote your comment and then post it into yours... but it didn't seem to have that option.
Oh wells :D