Writing Challenge - Family
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in_the_blueWriting Challenge day.
Those of you who said don't do it in July because of HBP can, as always, feel free to take a pass. But as promised, here is this month's writing challenge and guidelines. Come and play if you want! (Yn Cymraeg: der i chwarae!)
Rules (remember, they're more like guidelines):
Those of you who said don't do it in July because of HBP can, as always, feel free to take a pass. But as promised, here is this month's writing challenge and guidelines. Come and play if you want! (Yn Cymraeg: der i chwarae!)
Rules (remember, they're more like guidelines):
- Fandom: any, so long as it's one you know well. Yes, HP HBP fics allowed!
- Word count: 300 or less
- Main theme: Family
- Ratings: No restrictions.
- Duration: Challenge opens today and closes at 11:59 p.m. Sunday, July 24. Just one week.
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Date: 2005-07-17 09:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-21 05:26 am (UTC)Fandom: Bebop / Ed
Date: 2005-07-20 06:50 am (UTC)Ed used to have a father. Ed doesn’t know where he is now. He left Ed one day with Sister Clara at the orphanage and promised he would come back, but Ed’s father never came back. Ed’s father left her.
Ed’s real name is Françoise. Ed has never told that to anybody: not even to Faye-Faye, and Ed likes Faye even if Faye doesn’t like Ed so very much. If Ed had a big sister, she would want her to be just like Faye. And if Ed had a big brother, she would like it very much if he was like Spike.
Ed likes Spike. Ed only ever told that to Ein.
Ed wishes she could find her father-person. Ed thinks he is long gone. Ed used to lie in bed at night and wait for him to come back. Only he never did, and so Ed went looking for him instead. Ed was little, not thirteen yet like now. Ed didn’t find him but she did find Bebop-Bebop and Ed made a bargain with Faye, that if Ed helped Bebop then Ed would be a real member of Bebop.
Ed misses having a family. MPU does not make a very good brother.
Jet makes a very good mother, though. And Ein makes a good pet. Ed likes dogs.
boku no koinu ga / My puppy
inaku no ta / isn’t here
shiroi ashi shiroi shippo / he has white feet and a white tail
zutto isshou datanoni / we were together all the time
Ed has no family, but Bebop is almost Ed’s family.
Re: Fandom: Bebop / Ed
Date: 2005-07-21 05:17 am (UTC)But we must object to 'pet'. ^_^ Ed is Ein's pet, arigato gozaimasu.
Re: Fandom: Bebop / Ed
Date: 2005-07-21 05:25 am (UTC)Now you write one. Tag, you're it. Tell me what Ein thinks of family, os gwelwch yn dda? From laboratory to suitcase to spaceship to Earth, what's the data dog's take on it?
Re: Fandom: Bebop / Ed
Date: 2005-07-21 06:16 am (UTC)Sirius black, smi-original fic
Date: 2005-07-21 04:14 pm (UTC)298 words, sirius black i na house with his thoughts wile the rest waits the evvneing away.
no spoilers for hbp (duh)
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The rug near the fireplace was my domain. I could easily ignore anything
that was more than a meter away from me. There was the television in the
background, but the programme was too dull. Mr and mrs were both reading
books, the little girl was playing with a stack of newspapers.
I liked that sound. Rustling paper, crisp, new, full of words. Sometimes,
when Mr was about to unfold the paper, I felt the urge to snatch it away.
I had heard nothing about my world ever since I left it.
It had been too long, far too long.
I started to feel restless again, and sniffed the rug. Then, lifting my
head, I inhaled. Ink. It could be printed on paper or parchment, but it
smelled the same. On nights like this one, it made me long even more for
news. I sat up and looked in the direction of the girl. I'd hardly
realised that mrs had got up to make coffee.
"What is it, dear?" she said, patting my head. "Want something to play
with?"
I tried to hold back that sound of longing, a sound closely resembling
the one I made when my food was ready.
"Do you want to go outside?" she asked.
How could I tell this to her. I was the pet of the family. To all of
them I looked like a lazy dog right now, bored on a Sunday evening. They
thought I felt good here, safe and warm. It was true of course, but I
also knew their home would never be my real home, that no house would
ever be. Not now I was so sure again that I'd failed to keep the last
promise to my best friend.
"Harry," I thought, "Harry, I miss you."
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this takes place in a house which Sirius and his companion/guide wi lland in in m ystory. it's either afarm or asmaller cottage someplacei n Ireland. the small girl referredt is another story. hope I'll write abot he this weekend. that'd be my first tiem writing her though.
Re: Sirius black, smi-original fic
Date: 2005-07-22 07:39 am (UTC)We love Padfoot stories.
Very much.
Re: Sirius black, smi-original fic
Date: 2005-07-22 06:47 pm (UTC)this particular one...i have a hunch without stil even having started book six that my plans survive/dcan work around the plot (unlessshe's said sometig definite about the cursed veil.)
do yo uwant any teasers,synopsis? I' mguesgi ntis' too earl yto start postign it on my lj.
Re: Sirius black, smi-original fic
Date: 2005-07-24 07:04 pm (UTC)Re: Sirius black, smi-original fic
Date: 2005-07-24 09:17 pm (UTC)Family challenge - Doctor Who
Date: 2005-07-22 10:02 pm (UTC)Fandom: Doctor Who (Nine, Jack, Rose)
Word Count: 169
Rating: PG?
Note: Just a bit of fluff I dashed off to take a break from my thesis; sorry to keep writing DW even though you don't know it.
"You didn't!"
"I did! I swear it!"
"Doctor, make him tell the truth!" Rose whined, teasing in her voice.
The Doctor adopted a very stern look. "Now Jack," he started, "Rose is a young lady, and as such we must take care..."
"To remedy the sad gaps in her education and experience? We agree, Doctor!" This being Jack, he punctuated his words with a swivel of his hips that was decidedly not appropriate for any young lady to see.
While Rose fell about laughing, the Doctor just shook his head and smiled. "Honestly, you lot, what I have to put up with. Right, get ready, we've arrived and the locals might not be...friendly."
Jack grinned. "And that's different from any other day how?"
Rose smiled too, but went over to where the Doctor was standing, and took his hand. "Ready if you are, Doctor," she said.
And they set off, Rose taking Jack's hand as well as they went, stepping out of the TARDIS, and into the light.
Re: Family challenge - Doctor Who
Date: 2005-07-24 08:26 pm (UTC)InuYasha-tachi
Date: 2005-07-24 03:59 am (UTC)InuYasha remembered his mother well, despite being quite young when she died. Perhaps it was a trick of hanyou memory that the youkai part, infused with immortal magic, hung onto things better than the human half.
The Lady Izayoi was as beautiful as her noble status required her to be, and bore not just a half-magic son but a subtle power, unknown to the secretly-sneering courtiers of her husband, the Inu-no-Taisho, Lord of the Western Lands; and to her mortal family both. She fit in only because of how she was raised, not because she truly belonged.
InuYasha never belonged anywhere.
He looked down from his perch in the tree overhanging their campsite; Miroku and Shippou had not yet returned from refilling their water containers at the stream, as only Kagome and Sango chatted over preparing their evening meal. Kirara, the neko-demon, merely cat-napped.
Kagome.... he thought wistfully, then mentally ducked away from more specific and disturbing Kagome-centric concepts.
InuYasha was not the sort of person (demon, human or otherwise) to dwell on how mutually devoted he and Kagome had become; how like brothers the monk, Miroku and the little kitsume, Shippou, had become to him -- much more than his remote half-brother by blood, Sesshoumaru; how Sango the demon-hunter acted like an older sister as much as a friend. Even Kagome’s little brother called him ‘Inu-nii-chan’ -- Souta’s big-brother-figure and hero, admired while Mrs. Higurashi fed the hanyou to bursting.
But still, he admitted to himself, I did almost cry like some spoiled brat when I thought they’d died that time. It’d be... hard to go on without them... without Kagome. With a canine shake of his head, he shed his sentimental mood and dropped to the ground, joining his friends... his acquired family... over instant ramen noodle cups and fire-roasted rabbit.
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Date: 2005-07-24 03:59 am (UTC)She amused herself by considering herself part of a pack rather than a regular family. A pack was fine, and as she progressed first through school, then magizoology training, then Quidditch, she only regretted not being settled enough to have her own pack about her. Being responsible for dogs while hardly ever being home abused the sacred trust between canine and human – and what would be the point? Bad work all around. Medeni settled for loving whatever animals existed within her reach instead.
As for Sirius... well, no thoughts of family ever intersected with him, all the way up to leaving for Quidditch camp when she signed on with the Harpies. Sirius was far too exotic a beast to ever settle; capturing his attention here and there seemed all she could ever expect. She felt happy with his company and friendship, given freely. Somehow, she knew too tight a grip would cause his flight from her life. Unfortunately, no grip would prevent that eventuality, the choice taken from both of them.
Then the Fates returned it.
Medeni shifted on the big tester bed, moving carefully to ensure she didn’t accidentally kick Prokyon or knee Dashnip in the ribs. Both pups had snuggled up close to their parents in the night; their tad had snuggled up close to their mum as well. Medeni twisted around in Sirius’s arms so she could face him; surprisingly, the insomniac looked sound asleep at the moment. ‘I love my teulu,’ she whispered and closed her eyes again, satisfied.
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Date: 2005-07-24 08:30 pm (UTC)Am byth.
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Date: 2005-07-24 04:02 am (UTC)I don’t remember my mother. In fact, I’m not even sure I had a mother the way normal puppies do, because the first thing I remember is a very bright place, and a decidedly un-canine rubber nipple feeding me my milk. Since I escaped, I reasoned I could have been grown in an incubator, but I’ll never know for sure.
They let me grow up around other puppies, some of whom disappeared abruptly; they said something about ‘socialization’. The humans themselves didn’t do much more than feed us, water us, and clean our living area. The one technician who played with us at all was spoken to sharply one day and never attended to us puppies again.
As I got older, they took me eventually, although I kept going back to the pen. Each time, I felt the sting of a needle and subsequently, quick unconsciousness. I would wake up, drooling into the newspaper, with a contradictorily dry mouth and pounding headache. The others told me I had bald spots and sutures in unlickable places. I knew what the humans were doing.
I kept getting smarter.
One day, not long after what humans would call my first birthday, instead of the white-coated scientists, a stranger – harsh-smelling, nasty – reached to the pen, grabbed me in a painful way and stuffed me into a tiny space with no room to move at all. It seemed like forever before I had the chance to escape, but the human chasing the Bad Smell seemed... like a good calculated risk.
Spiku served to take me to Jetto, who knows how to care for a dog. Not until Ed showed up and started living with our pack did I find what every dog secretly hopes for – the pet human of his lifetime.
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Date: 2005-07-24 08:33 pm (UTC)'Spiku' says doumo arigatou.
I seem to be collecting families
Date: 2005-07-24 04:07 am (UTC)Re: I seem to be collecting families
Date: 2005-07-24 08:39 pm (UTC)Re: I seem to be collecting families
Date: 2005-07-26 06:40 am (UTC)Fandom: Harry Potter / featuring Sirius Black
Date: 2005-07-24 05:06 am (UTC)(Again: Sirius in Azkaban.)
Who in their right mind ever would consider Dementors family?
I'm not in my right mind.
I lost my family long before I got Sorted to Gryffindor. That was the crowning touch on my parents' disappointment: at least they still had Regulus to uphold the family honour. My mother, so far gone on her path to insanity; that came from a lifetime dedicated to serving darkness. She knew it was wrong. She just wouldn't admit it, and that duality drove her quite mad.
My father followed.
I remember lying in my bed at night in that room Regulus and I shared, our great-great-grandfather's portrait standing watch. He talked to my brother but never to me. I was too much of an embarrassment: outspoken and firm in my beliefs, and there was no bloody way I was ever going to be like them. Not even from the start; one of my earliest memories is of some family outing or other, my mother leaving me with my cousins. I liked Andromeda, she was all right, but the others: Bella, Cissy... they were horrid even then. They hated me. They hated me for catching frogs and letting them go instead of torturing them like they did, and they hated having to watch over me. They hated everything about me. I remember sneaking off with Andromeda, the two of us wading in some pond, refusing to turn the frogs and toads into potions ingredients for them.
I wonder what’s happened to Andromeda.
Family members aren't allowed to visit here. They don't let them into Azkaban unless they have special Ministry dispensation. I look at the family gathered round me now and laugh: thieves, murderers, and creatures so foul we don't even want to say their names aloud.
I would laugh if they'd let me.
Re: Fandom: Harry Potter / featuring Sirius Black
Date: 2005-07-24 05:47 am (UTC)This reminds me of Medeni's realisation that if she had been able to visit Sirius in Azkaban, not only would that have lifted then dropped his spirits that much more, but her last memory of him would have been this damaged person, not the man who kissed her goodbye at the train station. The prisoner isn't the only person punished.
Poor Sirius. It's all so completely unfair.
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Date: 2005-07-24 05:53 am (UTC)It used to be, Snow never thought about family. Not really. Her mother had loved her, while she was there, but those memories were fleeting and tinged with mourning. Her early memories with her sister were warm enough, but later events left her inclined to forget about Rose as much as was really possible. Her father had never cared enough to protect her, and her stepmother . . . well, that was another matter altogether.
There was rarley any occasion where she needed to think about it, though she and Rose had started to rebuild their friendship in recent years.
So when she looked down at her children sleeping in their cradles that night, after hours of labour to get the red-faced and near-translucent bundles before her, it was a nearly alien feeling that overcame her.
They were her children. Her family. She loved them undconditionally, she knew, no matter what they might turn out to be. She wished for her son to marry whoever he wished, and that he choose based on love, rather than what was considered right. She wished for her daughter to grow to be more beautiful than her, and find happiness independantly of her looks.
She had family.
It was an odd feeling, one that she hadn't realized she was missing until she had it.
And she wouldn't trade it for anything.
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Date: 2005-07-24 08:41 pm (UTC)Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker: Milliways Bar
Date: 2005-07-24 06:27 pm (UTC)I walk into a bar, not as the start of a bad joke, but due to who-knows-what being, and find love. I find the real definition of a family. People who love me, and care about me, and know who I really am. There are people who challenge what I'm doing, people who need something I can provide: love.
Does that make the people in the bar more family than the ones I had through an act of biology? Perhaps. There is a tie to those you were born to, however, which cannot be broken, however battered. Peter Wiggin is my brother, no less than Peter Pettigrew is my brother. There is no person who is more or less family than another. We are a family. We are the family of the multi-verse, blacksheep cousins and all.
Re: Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker: Milliways Bar
Date: 2005-07-24 08:44 pm (UTC)James
Date: 2005-07-24 09:19 pm (UTC)Jesus watched his little brother, playing in the dust. The soldiers didn't seem to have done lasting harm to the lad - more harm seemed to have been done by their parents keeping them under tight guard after the last time they'd gone to Jerusalem.
James was a good lad; totally different to his serious, witty eldest brother, with his sturdy good looks and cheek. He had his own brand of charm, and tended to work far harder than he liked to let on. They all knew where Jesus was going, James however was a different proposition. He could manage the carpentry, but his carving was beautiful. He had a feel for the inherent beauty of wood, grafting to bring out the delicate beauty of the grains and knots.
He resented being kept with Jesus at all times - Jesus was no fun. At least, that had been what James had thought, until he discovered who Jesus' friends were. Especially the one they called Mary of Magdala...
Fandom: Elaine of Astolat, Milliways--reeeeeeal short. :)
Date: 2005-07-25 02:22 am (UTC)And it was alone that Elaine faced the grave.
In Milliways, she found herself taken care of by a sentient Bar, a fairy-tale princess, a bounty hunter, and a former airline stewardess. Eventually, many other people would talk to her, and little by little, Elaine opened up her heart and allowed people in.
She found freedom and acceptance, and eventually, love. And she was happy, and no longer alone. She had a family again.
Sometimes she feels guilty for loving her second family better than her first family.
Fandom: HP/Dogstar/OC
Date: 2005-07-25 02:33 am (UTC)It was her first night out in the wilderness after she’d run away, and this was all she could think of. It was a loneliness she couldn’t shake. She should be exhausted, yet she lay awake, looking up at the stars in the cold night sky.
Blanche felt as if she were about fifty years old, and she wrapped her arms around her skinny legs and hugged herself as tightly as she could. She’d never felt so alone and afraid in her life, but she mustn’t cry, and she mustn’t be weak. She would never survive otherwise.
She had no family, and for the first time in her life, she was completely on her own. She wanted to cry.
But she couldn’t. There was no time for tears.
She clenched her jaw, and reached for her bag, digging through it until she could find her map. She had a small flashlight, that she clenched in her teeth as she rolled the map out.
Where to go from here…
Fandom: Harry Potter
Date: 2005-07-25 04:05 am (UTC)Fred and George laughed at the thought of being the fun-loving bachelor uncles to baby Sirius Lupin. Bill and Fleur were in no hurry to produce children, and none of the other Weasleys - least of all Fred and George - were in any hurry to marry. And when there was a new crop of redheads, there would always be enough trick wands, Whiz-Bang Fireworks and U-No-Poo to go around. In the meantime...
"Sirius James Lupin..." Fred intoned in a mock-solemn voice as he leaned over the baby's cot.
"We solemnly swear you will be up to no good!" George finished.
Canon: Hagane no Renkinjutsushi (Fullmetal Alchemist), manga with a touch of anime
Date: 2005-07-25 06:03 am (UTC)Re: Canon: Hagane no Renkinjutsushi (Fullmetal Alchemist), manga with a touch of anime
Date: 2005-07-26 06:48 am (UTC)Re: Canon: Hagane no Renkinjutsushi (Fullmetal Alchemist), manga with a touch of anime
Date: 2005-07-26 03:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-26 05:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-26 06:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-26 06:40 am (UTC)...*blinks*
what?
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Date: 2005-07-26 06:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-26 06:47 am (UTC)ha ha, glad my icon was such a dead give-away. ;)