Two weekly drabbles
Nov. 21st, 2006 01:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beer_good_foamyYes, I will continue my WIPs at some point. I am capable of writing stuff longer than 100 words.
That said. The challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
open_on_sunday is "Elvis song titles".
All Shook Up (*)
Season 4.
"Look at this mess!" Xander fumed as the vampire returned to the basement at dawn. "Yesterday you promised you would clean up!"
"Yeah," Spike shrugged. "I was going to, but then I didn't."
"I swear, one of these days I'll-"
"What? Stake me? You haven't got the balls and you know it."
"Whatever. I'm late for work. But know this: someday, vengeance will be mine. Oh yes." Xander left.
"Ponce." Spike went to the fridge for a beer. When he opened the can it exploded, soaking him in foam from head to toe.
Xander poked his head back inside. "Gotcha."
(This is sort of depressing, but anyone who knows what movie I'm thinking of will understand why I couldn't NOT write this one.)
Guitar Man (*)
For a while it seemed pointless, but Oz soon realized that Willow or no Willow, he couldn't lose control again. So he still meditated, chanted, kept his cool and functioned, day by day.
But he couldn't feel the music anymore. The sounds his guitar made were dull, meaningless. Only on full moons, when the wolf strained to break its chains, could he play the simplest and slowest of chord progressions and feel it; C, Am, F, G, over and over again.
Blue moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own...
Also, I guess these two older drabbles fit the challenge:
Can't Help Falling In Love
The King Has Left The Building
And I just thought I had a brilliant idea for "Watching The Detectives", but no, they were very clear about it being Elvis PRESLEY song titles. Oh well.
That said. The challenge at
open_on_sunday is "Elvis song titles". All Shook Up (*)
Season 4.
"Look at this mess!" Xander fumed as the vampire returned to the basement at dawn. "Yesterday you promised you would clean up!"
"Yeah," Spike shrugged. "I was going to, but then I didn't."
"I swear, one of these days I'll-"
"What? Stake me? You haven't got the balls and you know it."
"Whatever. I'm late for work. But know this: someday, vengeance will be mine. Oh yes." Xander left.
"Ponce." Spike went to the fridge for a beer. When he opened the can it exploded, soaking him in foam from head to toe.
Xander poked his head back inside. "Gotcha."
(This is sort of depressing, but anyone who knows what movie I'm thinking of will understand why I couldn't NOT write this one.)
Guitar Man (*)
For a while it seemed pointless, but Oz soon realized that Willow or no Willow, he couldn't lose control again. So he still meditated, chanted, kept his cool and functioned, day by day.
But he couldn't feel the music anymore. The sounds his guitar made were dull, meaningless. Only on full moons, when the wolf strained to break its chains, could he play the simplest and slowest of chord progressions and feel it; C, Am, F, G, over and over again.
Blue moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own...
Also, I guess these two older drabbles fit the challenge:
Can't Help Falling In Love
The King Has Left The Building
And I just thought I had a brilliant idea for "Watching The Detectives", but no, they were very clear about it being Elvis PRESLEY song titles. Oh well.
