fahye: ([tw] one more dead immortal)
Fahye ([personal profile] fahye) wrote2007-01-23 09:54 am

to and fro

This is the coolest writing meme I've seen in ages. Borrowed from [livejournal.com profile] daegaer:

Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

The good thing about it is that I'm not forced to come up with entirely new scenarios, just slip myself into an already-created universe and extrapolate in one direction. Sounds fun!

Everything's at [livejournal.com profile] mercurial_wit, though if you are really mad keen on a drabble I wrote in your LJ years ago...then by all means ask me for that :D

ETA: I'm going to work for a few hours, but all requests will be filled when I get home. That's a promise!
ext_21673: ([ff] inara - for the beauty of each hour)

[identity profile] fahye.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
He wakes, as ever, to the sound of his own stomach growling. This time it growls in unison with a faint muttering at the edge of hearing, but Simon ignores it in favour of savouring the warmth down his side and the smell of Kaylee's hair. When he opens his eyes, it is to the sight of a curious peering face all of three inches away from his own.

"Auhghgh," Simon says faintly, closing his eyes again and wondering that the lurch of his heart didn't wake Kaylee. "River..."

The muttering recedes a little, and coheres - benedìcat vos omnipotens Deus - fluid on her tongue.

"What was that, mèimei?" he says, still half-asleep. He opens his eyes again to find River's fingertips dancing and hovering over his forehead.

"Familial blessing," she says, solemn. "Customary."

This seeps through Simon's fatigue, and by the time his eyes have widened - "River, we didn't..." - she's moved on and away, in the direction of the cockpit, nothing remaining but the smug soundlessness of her feet against the metal.
agonistes: a house in the shadow of two silos shaped like gramophone bells (the sky falls and you feel like it's a)

[personal profile] agonistes 2007-01-23 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
This?

Made my day.

To the extreme.
ext_21673: ([dw] jack - better off as a coward)

[identity profile] fahye.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
*grins*

Well. I'm glad. And knowing me I'll end up writing the other one too, because my Jack-voice is pretty much constantly accessible.

[identity profile] liminalliz.livejournal.com 2007-01-29 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
HILARIOUS. Ever so charming.