Firefly Competition Drabbles
Jul. 8th, 2007 04:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jedibuttercupIt occurs to me that I never posted my Last Firefly Fanfic Writer Standing drabbles here. I didn't win, and given recent events in the fandom I doubt I'll ever enter it again. Still, it was an experience.
All are 100 words, and PG rated.
First Dance
Kaylee, prompt "melody"
Kaylee opened her eyes, a drowsy smile lifting the corners of her mouth as she gazed up at the frilly dress hanging over her bunk. The night she'd got it had started out a lot like this one; she'd felt so awkward at first, not sure she belonged, but pretty soon they'd been having all kinds of fun.
Thank goodness the Captain hadn't interrupted this evening, though!
The head of dark hair pillowed on her breast stirred at her giggle, and she stilled, softly humming a half-remembered tune.
Simon sighed, and fell back to sleep; still smiling, she swiftly followed.
Remembrance
Jayne, prompt "rainfall"
It rained on the first anniversary of Book's death. Great fat drops fell from the sky over Haven, slipping from the brim of Jayne's hat onto the stained earth where he'd last seen the Shepherd smiling.
The others had gone back aboard after a brief Bible reading over the graves. Jayne hadn't; he sat out in the wet instead, soaking up the silence.
Later, he'd get out his guitar and offer the dead music 'stead of fancy words that might fail him. 'Til then, he was content to sit and let the rain wash him clean of a year's grief.
Fractured Fairy Tale
River, prompt "castle"
River never wanted to play princess with the other little girls. She refused the designation: she would never be a helpless figure, waiting behind crenellated walls for a knight in shining armor.
She never expected the prick of the spindle in her father's callused hand, never looked for poison in the apples her mother served.
Doctor, doctor, behind the wall
Who's the smartest one of all?
She has become the girl in the tower; she cannot rescue herself. She has but one hope left, words woven into letters like a ladder of hair.
Sooner or later, her brother will come.
Dying of the Light
Mal, prompt "content
Ship was mighty quiet with the crew sent away and the engine stilled. Mal wrapped a blanket around himself and settled in the pilot's chair as he listened, solemn with the weight of that silence. He'd chosen this fate-- chosen freedom, every time since the War he'd had the choosing-- knowing always it might lead to his ending.
Weren't no point in raging further; all that could be done, had. Only thing left was to wait for Wash's beacon to be answered.
Mal closed his eyes, content with his decisions, and drifted with Serenity in the bosom of the Black.
~
All are 100 words, and PG rated.
First Dance
Kaylee, prompt "melody"
Kaylee opened her eyes, a drowsy smile lifting the corners of her mouth as she gazed up at the frilly dress hanging over her bunk. The night she'd got it had started out a lot like this one; she'd felt so awkward at first, not sure she belonged, but pretty soon they'd been having all kinds of fun.
Thank goodness the Captain hadn't interrupted this evening, though!
The head of dark hair pillowed on her breast stirred at her giggle, and she stilled, softly humming a half-remembered tune.
Simon sighed, and fell back to sleep; still smiling, she swiftly followed.
Remembrance
Jayne, prompt "rainfall"
It rained on the first anniversary of Book's death. Great fat drops fell from the sky over Haven, slipping from the brim of Jayne's hat onto the stained earth where he'd last seen the Shepherd smiling.
The others had gone back aboard after a brief Bible reading over the graves. Jayne hadn't; he sat out in the wet instead, soaking up the silence.
Later, he'd get out his guitar and offer the dead music 'stead of fancy words that might fail him. 'Til then, he was content to sit and let the rain wash him clean of a year's grief.
Fractured Fairy Tale
River, prompt "castle"
River never wanted to play princess with the other little girls. She refused the designation: she would never be a helpless figure, waiting behind crenellated walls for a knight in shining armor.
She never expected the prick of the spindle in her father's callused hand, never looked for poison in the apples her mother served.
Doctor, doctor, behind the wall
Who's the smartest one of all?
She has become the girl in the tower; she cannot rescue herself. She has but one hope left, words woven into letters like a ladder of hair.
Sooner or later, her brother will come.
Dying of the Light
Mal, prompt "content
Ship was mighty quiet with the crew sent away and the engine stilled. Mal wrapped a blanket around himself and settled in the pilot's chair as he listened, solemn with the weight of that silence. He'd chosen this fate-- chosen freedom, every time since the War he'd had the choosing-- knowing always it might lead to his ending.
Weren't no point in raging further; all that could be done, had. Only thing left was to wait for Wash's beacon to be answered.
Mal closed his eyes, content with his decisions, and drifted with Serenity in the bosom of the Black.
~
