Drabble meme...
Apr. 14th, 2006 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
calime...because apparently I'm a) reckless b)suicidal and c) unable to resist begging for drabbles, when so many wonderful writers are offering.
So...
The first 10 people who respond to this get to request a snippet/drabble (ca 100 words) from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal and make the same offer. Or not. Or do something else :) The reciprocating part is not compulsory, you know.
As to fandoms...I've only ever written some Highlander before. I think I could probably do something from LOTR, Discworld, StarWars (preferably the older trilogy), House,the Vampire Chronicles,perhaps Firefly, if I try hard and threaten myself with a sharp stick.
And please be patient with me *goes to sharpen sticks*...
So...
The first 10 people who respond to this get to request a snippet/drabble (ca 100 words) from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal and make the same offer. Or not. Or do something else :) The reciprocating part is not compulsory, you know.
As to fandoms...I've only ever written some Highlander before. I think I could probably do something from LOTR, Discworld, StarWars (preferably the older trilogy), House,the Vampire Chronicles,perhaps Firefly, if I try hard and threaten myself with a sharp stick.
And please be patient with me *goes to sharpen sticks*...
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Date: 2006-04-17 04:56 pm (UTC)The last one draws heavily on the books, not the movies.
Snippet # 3
Jabba sometimes had disturbing dreams. They’d first appeared in the aftermath of Aunt Jiliac’s death and could be easily contributed to the additional workload Jabba carried in managing the clan business. Jabba, in his private thoughts blamed them on Durga, though.
The dreams were always the same. There was this disgusting young mindless grub of a huttling wriggling on the floor, just like after the fight, only Jiliac’s great corpse was nowhere in sight. And somehow, Jabba knew the huttling was not Jiliac’s, but his. He’d somehow become the very thing he despised, he’d given birth to the thing, and now, unless he could smother the vermin before anyone became aware of it’s existance, he was going to degenerate into the same cooing, mothering, brainless shade of an once-brilliant hutt – just like his Aunt had. And from behind the shadows, all of the Nal Hutta was laughing at him.
In blind panic, he hurried to roll over the little huttling, smothering it, like the first one. So easy ... but when he’d slowly turned his heavy sluglike body around, somehow the horrible little creature was still alive, still wriggling towards him, making those hungry slurping noises...
He always woke at that point, frozen in fright, heart pounding. His personal physician might blame stress, and overwork, but Jabba knew better. The blame lied solely on Durga. Durga, who had challenged and killed Jiliac. Durga, who had not had the decency to stay and finish the little vermin. It was all Durga’s fault.
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Date: 2006-04-17 06:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-04-17 07:11 pm (UTC)Congrats!
Date: 2006-04-17 08:01 pm (UTC)Re: Congrats!
Date: 2006-05-24 10:38 am (UTC)