to and fro

[fahye]

This is the coolest writing meme I've seen in ages. Borrowed from 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 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!

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[marenfic.livejournal.com]

Tesselation- future, the next time they're the same place in the cycle (whenever you decide that will be)

[fahye.livejournal.com]

He starts to click the handcuffs against the table and you sit very still because despite the reversal he will always be faster, stronger and see more of the pattern. You are not usually one to play a game where the odds are stacked so highly against you, but you don’t have a lot of choice. You are, at least, confident that he is not going to kill you. That will always be your prerogative. Captor or captive, it is always Leoben Conoy who dies.

You mention this, perhaps unwisely.

He smiles.

“To look at it another way,” he says, “it will always be you who has to keep going.”

You think about praying for his soul and you think about Casey’s arms stretched out towards her mother and you think about Lee, who is waiting on the other side of the hatch and who will look at you for exactly three seconds – making sure you still exist – before leaving. It’s pointless. It’s very Lee. You exist and you are Starbuck, indestructible, and you will always exist – which is, you suppose, Leoben’s point.

“What do you hear, Starbuck?” he whispers, and what you hear is his breath, and behind that: the cycle of time ticking by.

[liminalliz.livejournal.com]

SADFLJL!J!!! LOVE!!