Sophinisba Solis (
sophinisba) wrote2009-06-15 08:37 pm
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drabble links and Faculty ficlets
More fics are up at
remixthedrabble, including Firefly and Doctor Who fandoms. The index posts are at the top of the page and there are fandom tags in the sidebar.
Here is something else neat: the Drabble Tree at
slytherin100. There are more than 100 100-word drabbles (all involving at least one Slytherin character) in the comments. To join in, take the last phrase of any of the drabbles and use it as the start of a new drabble (which can be about the same characters or other ones). I'm not that much of a Slytherin fan but I love the idea and I've written one so far, have started a couple others. The game is open through June 21st, and next month there will be a multifandom one at drabbletree on Dreamwidth.
I wrote a few Faculty ficlets for old times' sake: a drabble and 2 150-word ones (3 paragraphs of 50 words each). The prompts are from this post at
writing_game.
Slow Ride (100w, Casey/Zeke, Slow Ride, PG-13)
The day the six of them walked out together was the first time Casey left school without faculty permission or life-threatening illness. It wasn't the last.
"Take it easy," Zeke would say. "Think they care? They won't miss you."
And they'd ride all day with Zeke at the wheel and neither one talking. Casey hated the music but he didn't complain. Nowhere they needed to get to or away from, so they'd ride slow. Then parked on the shoulder of the highway they'd twist and roll, lose themselves and each other, forget that nothing in the night outside mattered anymore.
Limits (150w, Casey/Zeke, princeling, PG-13 with consent issues)
Casey used to hold it against Zeke that he was such an arrogant fuck. Now he knows him better he sometimes feels sorry for the guy. It's not his fault his mom gave him every (material) thing he ever asked for and never taught him how to deal with people.
Casey gets along with his parents better now than he did before the aliens, before Zeke. He's got a better appreciation for "normal" and "limits", Saturday trips to the library and summer trips to the lake. For one hour of TV a night and three dollars spending money a week.
He tries to keep that in mind when Zeke insults Casey in public, or when what they do in private leaves Casey with bruises. When Zeke's not ready to wait and Casey's just not ready. "Okay," he says, "just take it easy," because Zeke never learned how to hear "no".
Chicago (150w, Stokely/Stan, overpass, angsty G)
The pedestrian overpass on the walk back to the apartment is Stokely's favorite place to sit and think, breathe the fumes and hear the car horns, before she has to go home and face Stan. He already knows, she just doesn't like to lay it on him day after day.
She has to remind herself not to stay too long, her legs dangling over, hypnotized by the movement on the highway below, soothed by a familiar hatred for the little people in their little machines. He worries when she comes home late smelling like exhaust. "I'm okay," she tells him.
Stan's okay. He remembers that it lived in his blood and his brain for an hour and then it left him alone. That's why she thought they'd do all right together – get out of Herrington and get on with their lives. Only lately she'd rather be alone with her ghosts.
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I wrote a few Faculty ficlets for old times' sake: a drabble and 2 150-word ones (3 paragraphs of 50 words each). The prompts are from this post at
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Slow Ride (100w, Casey/Zeke, Slow Ride, PG-13)
The day the six of them walked out together was the first time Casey left school without faculty permission or life-threatening illness. It wasn't the last.
"Take it easy," Zeke would say. "Think they care? They won't miss you."
And they'd ride all day with Zeke at the wheel and neither one talking. Casey hated the music but he didn't complain. Nowhere they needed to get to or away from, so they'd ride slow. Then parked on the shoulder of the highway they'd twist and roll, lose themselves and each other, forget that nothing in the night outside mattered anymore.
Limits (150w, Casey/Zeke, princeling, PG-13 with consent issues)
Casey used to hold it against Zeke that he was such an arrogant fuck. Now he knows him better he sometimes feels sorry for the guy. It's not his fault his mom gave him every (material) thing he ever asked for and never taught him how to deal with people.
Casey gets along with his parents better now than he did before the aliens, before Zeke. He's got a better appreciation for "normal" and "limits", Saturday trips to the library and summer trips to the lake. For one hour of TV a night and three dollars spending money a week.
He tries to keep that in mind when Zeke insults Casey in public, or when what they do in private leaves Casey with bruises. When Zeke's not ready to wait and Casey's just not ready. "Okay," he says, "just take it easy," because Zeke never learned how to hear "no".
Chicago (150w, Stokely/Stan, overpass, angsty G)
The pedestrian overpass on the walk back to the apartment is Stokely's favorite place to sit and think, breathe the fumes and hear the car horns, before she has to go home and face Stan. He already knows, she just doesn't like to lay it on him day after day.
She has to remind herself not to stay too long, her legs dangling over, hypnotized by the movement on the highway below, soothed by a familiar hatred for the little people in their little machines. He worries when she comes home late smelling like exhaust. "I'm okay," she tells him.
Stan's okay. He remembers that it lived in his blood and his brain for an hour and then it left him alone. That's why she thought they'd do all right together – get out of Herrington and get on with their lives. Only lately she'd rather be alone with her ghosts.
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Love the first two, too ♥
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They're all cool. The first one makes me see Casey finally rebelling against everyone and everything. What could matter after what he'd been through? Love that cruising, careless, faintly desperate feel.
The second was nicely twisty. It sucks that Casey is the one always to have to find the balance and placate people. It suggest their relationship is no escape for him, just another tight-rope act, even if he needs it. It's kind of exciting in a perverted way, to see him barely holding the reins on a borderline abusive Zeke.
And Stokely! I think of all of them, she would have a hard time in later years, as much reconciling her own life and identity as over what she suffered. It's fatalistic and trapped, but suggests a ticking fuse.
Excellent! I hope this has rekindled your appetite for Faculty. You're so good at it and we NEED writers like you.
Btw, I never got a response to my email about the website. I'll try sending another one and see, but it looks like the thing might not happen. Just so you know I did follow up, and thanks for being so helpful!
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I meant to ask you whether she got back to you and, er, I'm really not surprised that she hasn't, but I would definitely give it another try. I really don't think she means to blow any of us off, she just takes on a lot of different things and gets distracted. I will drop her a line too though.
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Thank you!
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With the first one I like how Casey allowed himself to be talked into cutting class to be with Zeke; even if he knows better. First love is like that. I cringed a bit with the second at the roughness but perhaps Casey will be able to tame Zeke a bit with time. I haven't read anything about Stokely but she does seem possessed by demons.
I looked at the prompt you referred to and you've done a good job with them. It would look like a daunting task to me.
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