Ficlet #1

[in_the_blue]

For lostinapapercup, by request



It's a chair. It's a chair in the corner of the room; the window looks out onto the streets of the city of Tharsis. Not the best neighborhood and not the worst.

Just Tharsis.

The chair is empty; the apartment's empty. There's nothing left, or at least nothing to personally identify the woman who lives here.

Lived here.

Except she left the blown-glass fish. Stupid, isn't it?

I gave her that. She used to sit there on that chair in front of that window, the fish and a vase with a rose in it right there on the sill and I'll never forget the first time I saw her sitting in that chair: I was in pretty goddamn bad shape and she took me in and bandaged me up and took care of me and I thought she sang like a mermaid and mermaids needed fish for company and as soon as I could, I got her that little glass sculpture.

Damn. I guess she really did mean to leave. To leave me. To leave me behind.

That really sucks.

Comments

[lostinapapercup.livejournal.com]

*sighs*

That's kind of terribly depressing.

(Which isn't to say I'm not pleased with how it turned out. Not at all.)

Somehow I never really thought about it from that point of view, and I like that.

[in-the-blue.livejournal.com]

But you got two end credit screen shot stories in one (a good thing), and I had no idea what I was going to write about that goddamn chair but I knew something would come to me, and it did, and for the life of me I never looked at it that way until the moment those words came pouring out.

I'm pretty pleased with it myself. Who knew? There are an even dozen pictures left. I might not be done with writing tiny ficlets about them... but no more tonight.

[erised1810.livejournal.com]

that was spike, right? well whoever the hack it was it soudns liek abroken madn adn it soudns o much liek that that i'm almost intears.
and I als odont' know the character from the other ficlet but that peros nscared the hell out of me and made me giggle nervously atthe same time. very strange.
and now irealy want my muse back. damn!

[in-the-blue.livejournal.com]

Well, thank you kindly, ma'am. The first story was Spike. There are two pictures referenced above: one with an empty chair in a corner, the other with the woman sitting in it looking out the window, the blown glass fish sculpture on the sill. They're two of the screen shots from the end credits on Bebop and I really didn't know when I started what was going to happen, but I really wanted to write about that chair.

The other ficlet is Mugen. He's from another anime series, Samurai Champloo, and he's kind of crazy. I guess that's why I like him.

[erised1810.livejournal.com]

aha. that explains alot.
yo ukonw, if youever get oru book finishedand someoen notices yo ui hopey o udon't get hords of casua lreaders and fad lovers. it osudnsl iei yo ur writing is the kidn of stuff that people should keep intheir shelvesand reread ou konw, nottthrow away or tur nitno paperbacks and OH ACTIO NFIGURES YAY. MARKET NAMES ADN TOYS AND...BLASTED FILMS) I will not rant about this-oen but after gof idrew a line and the next book that gets turnedi nto amovy i think i'll take al leh copiesand rip them to bits *spews* is tht all yo uneed to do to become rich? phuh!
so yeah. hardbacks. or pocket books perhasp but if someoenends up pluggingthisstuf it needs t obe doenwith care adn with style adn with you.

I hae no idea where the hack this came from.

[in-the-blue.livejournal.com]

Damn. I wanted action figures. :)

I appreciate your protectiveness. It's very sweet. But you know, hordes of casual readers isn't necessarily a bad thing. Even if one would rather be a cult favorite.

[erised1810.livejournal.com]

ok yoguettto ru nyoru own trademark company buthe nyou shodulasl ogo al lanne riceo nus and forbid fanfic. or jstu forbid slash (heeee!! nwo that's a godo wank poitn to start from.)
well ,it'sj just if yo uwrite the stuff liek you're writing these things orwritign sirius then i won't believe it if someone just borrows it form the libraryadn the nsrugs and neve looks for it again. it's not liek iwantthe whoe lworld to know yo uadn eveyroen who isn't itnerested isstupid, it's just i don't know. its' lek youetiher have cheap kids chocolate that tasstes liek nothign or you have nestle or whatevery our favouritei s that you charlie did his annual bit of wonka chocolate. right?

adn lately ther'ssome publishers who seem to be almsot nervosu withtheir whoel pow-wow aboutthe fantastic new series they discoved and dont' GET ME STARTED (yet again) on the 'this is reminescent of jkr' nonsense. yeah. blahblahblah. i'm lookign for astory yo uknow and idotn' give a fuck if it loks liekan lotr clone, if it's captivating it's captivating. iema nhp is full of clechays and headdesk moments but forthe first for voluem at least you're havign fu nforals logn as the book lasts. COntrary to some particualr authors who lie kjsut seme to wantto show yo uhow much they know adn how much morethey read about myths than you adn stick their tongue out whe nyo udont' get it.
ha!