Masturbating Parrot
Aug. 11th, 2006 12:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyI'm not done with the writing. I am, however, done with the freeflowing ideas except for the apocalyptic babysitting fic which, frankly, needs work.
So, y'know, prompts are being accepted. Seven, I think. First seven prompts get a Drabble of Unusual Size.
(This is what I do in place of making thinky posts. Sorry.)
So, y'know, prompts are being accepted. Seven, I think. First seven prompts get a Drabble of Unusual Size.
(This is what I do in place of making thinky posts. Sorry.)
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Date: 2006-08-10 11:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-10 11:42 pm (UTC)The point is -
The kid bites his lip and closes his eyes, when he has to be quiet. André always means to check, too; check if he stops breathing, check if he can still hear a heart beat. It's like it's everything or nothing, with Skazz. It's like that in a lot of ways, not just this, and André kind of knows how it feels because he never remembers to check if he's breathing. He can never get himself out of the moment enough, can't disrupt the rhythm. It's all or nothing and André can't -
André's done nothing. It's not an option here. Not with Skazz.
It's the piano the neighbours react to, not the guitar... but that's not the point. The point got lost somewhere with the all and the nothing and everything outside this moment, outside the movement of his fingers, shaping chords on the kid's wrist.
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Date: 2006-08-10 11:47 pm (UTC)I love Andre and his run-on sentences.
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Date: 2006-08-10 11:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-10 11:44 pm (UTC)*ponders*
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Date: 2006-08-10 11:46 pm (UTC)The reaction of King David upon hearing Jeff Buckley's cover of 'Hallelujah'.
:D?
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Date: 2006-08-11 12:04 am (UTC)"I dunno. He'd find some wacky way around it. I still say we should go with those toddler reign things. The old ways are the best ways, so say I."
"Yes, dear. And that'd be why you're such a traditional man, feet firmly on the soil of the old ranch."
"Keeping my wife barefoot and pregnant in the - ow!"
"There will be no reigning of the captain. Captain. Which in case the pair of you are forgetting is, last time I thought to check, me."
"I think she's still not talking to you, Mal."
"Well I'm thinking we might just be having ourselves something of a problem, here, since my word is law here and I had better not hear you laughing, Wash."
"Wouldn't dream of it, sir."
"Damn straight. Zoe?"
"I - "
"Wash if I hear you make another gorram comment on your wife's behalf so help me I will - I will think of something real unpleasant and pay Jayne to do it to you."
"Wash, tell your captain that he deserves every moment of silence he gets from me."
"Uh-uh."
"Wash, baby, who are you more scared of, him or me?"
"... Captain, Wash."
"Er, Mal? She says you deserve it."
"Look, Zoe, you're blowing this all out of proportion, here. Not even mentioning the fact that this whole thing ain't my fault. I mean, how was I supposed to know she was a man?"
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Date: 2006-08-11 12:12 am (UTC)*SNORK*
Oh, Nny, you are so my favorite. :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
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Date: 2006-08-10 11:38 pm (UTC)Drunk at work
Difficulty saying what you mean
"If you'd spelt it correctly this would never have happened!"
Something pertaining to mould
:D
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Date: 2006-08-10 11:44 pm (UTC)(Although it's not like I'm inundated...)
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Date: 2006-08-10 11:46 pm (UTC)Then? Or must I beg?
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Date: 2006-08-10 11:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-10 11:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-11 10:53 am (UTC)"My father read this to me when I was a boy," he informed his grandson solemnly, "and I read it to your mother when she was just a little older than you are. And now I'm going to read it to you."
His son-in-law didn't have time for this sort of thing. Always busy, running around and working long hours and sometimes it seemed like he'd done the wrong thing choosing a family life in the first place.
The thing about family, of course, was that once you'd made yourself clear, once you'd made your point and talked yourself out, you weren't allowed to confine your daughter to a nunnery to prevent her marrying.
Wasn't like it used to be.
Gimme that old time religion, he hummed softly, as he turned another page.
He knew the story well enough that he didn't have to fetch his glasses for it, could keep one eye on the television and turn the pages without looking; it made him jump when he felt Johnny's pudgy little hand helping him.
"And they all lived happily ever after," he concluded, shutting the book with a snap. "Now let your granddad watch his program, eh?"
Johnny nodded and slid off his lap, but paused before he went to find his mother.
"Did she have very little feet?"
He looked away from Antique's Roadshow, lost.
"What?"
"Did she have very little feet, granddad? They could have fitted on anyone."
It was like the three little pigs all over again - somehow, Johnny always managed to ask the awkward questions.
"Yes. She had little feet. It's expensive to make glass slippers for bigger feet, and fairy godmothers work on commission."
"The prince prob'ly chose the prettiest. Like dad's seckletary." Johnny shrugged philosophically and left the room.
There was something a little bit odd about that boy. He always seemed to see a little too much.
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Date: 2006-08-11 01:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-10 11:50 pm (UTC)If you want something more detailed I can do that too, but 'green' was on the brain.
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Date: 2006-08-10 11:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-10 11:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-11 12:10 am (UTC)Possibly incited by the fact that my knee just met my desk. Ow.
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Date: 2006-08-11 12:18 am (UTC)*evil grin*
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Date: 2006-08-11 02:39 am (UTC):D
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Date: 2006-08-11 10:32 am (UTC)