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sophinisba) wrote2007-11-13 08:50 pm
sophinisba) wrote2007-11-13 08:50 pm
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Pan's Labyrinth ficlets
Dana just posted some Pan's Labyrinth drabbles and ficlets which are great (I know because I betaed them): Dreaming, Waking, Going; Knowledge; Pity; Holding On; and Lullaby. Seeing these go up inspired me to finish some drabbles I'd started last month.
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trascendenza's prompt "Revolution, loss, redemption" (I sort of left out the last one), 200 words, PG
Promises
The Revolution didn't start until after the war.
"If we must fight," Javier said, "we should be fighting for real justice and equality, not for keeping things the way they are."
So he spoke at the dinner table the night they heard the news from Africa, and Carmen and little Ofelia kept silent. So he shouted at the meeting in the occupied town hall the next day, and for hours the other men and women of the council shouted back, but when it came to a vote they sided with him and divided all the property among all the people.
Javier was shot as soon as the Rebels took the town, and Carmen lost her husband, her home, the chance of raising her daughter in a free republic, or in any kind of free country at all.
Lost her livelihood as well, or so it seemed, for no one would want to hire a Red, or a Red's widow, for any decent kind of work.
Then the Captain came and told her to stop sewing. Told her he'd give her a new life in a new Spain.
He was a liar, but at least he never promised her a Revolution.
Frombaranduin's prompt "Ofelia, grapes, dinner table", 100 words, PG
Compromise
"You'll understand when you're older, child." The rest goes unspoken: We need to eat. These are the sacrifices we must make.
But there was a time when the hunger was much worse, Ofelia remembers. As a girl of six she'd dreamed of grapes and bread and ripe cheese, and she didn't care where the food came from, whose table she had to sit at, or how much they scorned her, as long as there was something to fill her belly. It was her mother who taught her to respect herself more than that.
When we were younger, mamá, you understood.
There are a bunch of Pan's Labyrinth prompts among many, many others at the small fandoms haikuathon, which just started today and where you can use any of the available prompts or write whatever else you want in whatever fandom you want. I have done two so far. I'd love to see more people join in.
From
trascendenza's prompt "Revolution, loss, redemption" (I sort of left out the last one), 200 words, PGPromises
The Revolution didn't start until after the war.
"If we must fight," Javier said, "we should be fighting for real justice and equality, not for keeping things the way they are."
So he spoke at the dinner table the night they heard the news from Africa, and Carmen and little Ofelia kept silent. So he shouted at the meeting in the occupied town hall the next day, and for hours the other men and women of the council shouted back, but when it came to a vote they sided with him and divided all the property among all the people.
Javier was shot as soon as the Rebels took the town, and Carmen lost her husband, her home, the chance of raising her daughter in a free republic, or in any kind of free country at all.
Lost her livelihood as well, or so it seemed, for no one would want to hire a Red, or a Red's widow, for any decent kind of work.
Then the Captain came and told her to stop sewing. Told her he'd give her a new life in a new Spain.
He was a liar, but at least he never promised her a Revolution.
From
baranduin's prompt "Ofelia, grapes, dinner table", 100 words, PGCompromise
"You'll understand when you're older, child." The rest goes unspoken: We need to eat. These are the sacrifices we must make.
But there was a time when the hunger was much worse, Ofelia remembers. As a girl of six she'd dreamed of grapes and bread and ripe cheese, and she didn't care where the food came from, whose table she had to sit at, or how much they scorned her, as long as there was something to fill her belly. It was her mother who taught her to respect herself more than that.
When we were younger, mamá, you understood.
There are a bunch of Pan's Labyrinth prompts among many, many others at the small fandoms haikuathon, which just started today and where you can use any of the available prompts or write whatever else you want in whatever fandom you want. I have done two so far. I'd love to see more people join in.
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Oh, God, this line kills me.
You really do write this movie so well. I wish I could put it better than that, but you just hit that same emotional spot that watching does.
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