Two drabbles
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I'm a bit like a duck this week: calm and collected on the surface, paddling like hell underneath. 2x100 words ready for publication; hopefully a lot more within the not-too-distant-future. (I have something that I tried to write for
tenyearsofbuffy and forgot about... should be done in a few days.)
Anyways, two drabbles. For
still_grrr's prompt "Before" (for which I also wrote "One Man's Loss"):
Last Night
"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!"
"Honey, it's a school nigh-"
"ALL my friends get to stay up til ten! It's not FAIR!"
By the time he had put his daughter to bed and collapsed next to his wife on the couch, it was almost 10 anyway. "Jesus Christ. That kid is going to make me bald before I'm 40."
She laughed and kissed him. "That's our Dana. But you know what she's like; tomorrow she'll have forgotten everything and be as sweet... as..." Suddenly she frowned and sat up straight. "Did you lock the front door?"
And for
open_on_sunday's prompt "Absence":
I Had My Throat... yada yada yada... And All My Friends... Something Something
The executive bathrooms at Wolfram & Hart have gold-plated mirrors that are kept squeaky clean and give no answers. They just reflect.
Wesley looks in the mirror, traces the scar on his neck with his finger. He frowns.
He remembers sharp steel, blood welling in his throat, betrayal, loneliness. There was someone he...
And then she...
And then they...
So he...
...comes up blank.
(As far as he remembers, "Connor" is a character in a cheesy 80s fantasy movie.)
He's got a scar, a huge paycheck, friends, and guilt he can't explain. Effects, but no causes.
He wonders who he is.
Also, the wonderful
alwaysjbj nominated "It's A Wonderful Unlife" for the Shadows & Dust Fanfic Awards.

Starting to amass a bunch of nominations now. Really don't mind that. Thanks, one and all!
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Anyways, two drabbles. For
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Last Night
"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!"
"Honey, it's a school nigh-"
"ALL my friends get to stay up til ten! It's not FAIR!"
By the time he had put his daughter to bed and collapsed next to his wife on the couch, it was almost 10 anyway. "Jesus Christ. That kid is going to make me bald before I'm 40."
She laughed and kissed him. "That's our Dana. But you know what she's like; tomorrow she'll have forgotten everything and be as sweet... as..." Suddenly she frowned and sat up straight. "Did you lock the front door?"
And for
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I Had My Throat... yada yada yada... And All My Friends... Something Something
The executive bathrooms at Wolfram & Hart have gold-plated mirrors that are kept squeaky clean and give no answers. They just reflect.
Wesley looks in the mirror, traces the scar on his neck with his finger. He frowns.
He remembers sharp steel, blood welling in his throat, betrayal, loneliness. There was someone he...
And then she...
And then they...
So he...
...comes up blank.
(As far as he remembers, "Connor" is a character in a cheesy 80s fantasy movie.)
He's got a scar, a huge paycheck, friends, and guilt he can't explain. Effects, but no causes.
He wonders who he is.
Also, the wonderful
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Starting to amass a bunch of nominations now. Really don't mind that. Thanks, one and all!