From a prompt list.



Beginnings

The Pacific was so vast and deep and cold, it seemed like the world had fallen away into a watery darkness. Like the end of everything. But the sound slowly worked its way into Casey's skin, soft caressing sighs, over and over. The little cottage was a cocoon, and Aunt Jess had wrapped him first in a quilt, and then in her arms, and had let him cry it out, until he was quiet and calm. The sunlight was bright on the hillside, and Casey looked out over the blue, wondering how something that endless could ever have a beginning.


Middles

This is Zeke's favorite part. Getting off is great, an orgasm's always welcome, but this is what he fucking loves. The fast, hard movement, muscles working, his whole fucking body involved, every part of him obsessively caught in that slamming rhythm. He's not the best at initiating and he isn't much of a hugger, but this he can do – dive into flesh and keep going, feverish and amazed, tight grip and sweat and sound escaping his lips. This he can give, because he can't help giving it, and trust is far behind him, and fear is nowhere to be found.


Ends

It's fucking nasty. Casey finds the damn things everywhere - in the gravel of the driveway, on the floor of the boathouse, floating in the toilet, rubbed into the bedroom carpet. He even found one in the fucking pillowcase once. Shriveled little corpses, exuding the sour-sharp smell of pleasure ended, always sudden, that little stench. They reminded him of desiccated worms, discarded carapaces, corpses. Zeke just laughs at his jitters and pulls another one out of the pack, and then there's the taste of Zeke's mouth, dark and knifelike with that smoky tang.

Those butts are still nasty, though.


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As a writing experiment, I thought I'd try to distill November, that long Zeke fic I posted the other day, into a drabble.

Here's the result:


November
by Serai


Zeke’s apartment surprises everyone who walks into it.

His interest in photography has filled his place with images glowing in black and white. They enchant the girls he brings here, each of them a link in a melancholy, erotic chain. All of them leading back to one image, one moment, one buried memory, denied its depth and relegated to the cool confines of art, the source of his fascination stripped away, leaving only sad, beautiful echoes.

Now the photos that have only been photos take on their true meaning, and he finally sees how he is handcuffed to the past.

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Chapter 8 of High Contrast
Chapter 9

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I took that rumination about Zeke from the other night and turned it into a drabble. It's posted at jacked_up here.

I have a new drabble! Well, not new exactly, but newly posted. It came to me watching ROTK a while back, and it's called...




Life had always been so kind, and it staggered him now to realize how blind he had been to that kindness. All the days of his life - warm, lazy summers, snowball fights at Yule, kisses stolen under spring boughs near brooks brightly chattering, moonlight silent on the fields, the blossoming hills - all these shuffled through his mind like a conjurer's cards, though they could not eclipse the terror he faced. The hilt in his hands felt wrong, so wrong, but perhaps it was beginning to feel right. He looked up.

"I didn't think it would end this way."

Well, this is an interesting little exercise. Been seeing it around, (gacked it from danachan) and am letting a couple of lines cook in the ol' oven.

Here's my list, in case anybody's interested. *snort*

In case you haven't heard, the way it works is you pick one of my lines and use it as a first line in a drabble of your own. Because some of my first lines are quite long, and set too much of the story, I've cheated just a little and shortened them. If that's not ok, feel free to slap my wrist!


( Drabble meme - First Line List )


And just for fun, here are some first lines from fics none of you have read, 'cause they pertain to another fandom. I'd love to see what any LOTR writers would do with them. ;) (ETA: D'oh! I just realized a couple of them are too modern, so I've modified 'em.)


( Other first lines )

Drabble written for ringprov Challenge #17: write a fic inspired by a song lyric.

I thought I was going to go with another song, but this one leapt in. Done in 21 minutes.

Title: In the Sweet By-and-By
Pairing: S/F
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All credit for Middle Earth and its extraordinary characters, locations and situations go to the blessed Professor Tolkien. I don't make a dime off this, nor would I wish to.


( It must be that I've died... )

I can't believe I did this. And I don't intend to make this a habit, so don't get used to it.


Title: Homewrecker (drabble)
Pairing: EW/SA (implied), SA/CA (established)
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Angst, het
Disclaimer: If any of this is true, may lightning strike me. Seriously. It's so fictional, it's ludicrous. Blame my damn Muse.

Summary: My version of an RPS. Not for the weak of heart.


( The sting of the slap didn't surprise him... )

EEK! A drabble bunny bit my ankle on looking again at my last post. Here's what came of it.

( The ice shocks my skin... )

Have I mentioned how much I love my Muse lately?


Fic edited for clarity. Thanks, Singe! And thanks to Goldilocks for the conversation that knocked this fic loose. Love you, sweetie!

Just went to see POTC. What a rollicking good time! Loved it. Not necessarily a good movie, but definitely an enjoyable movie.

And oh, the babe factor! Orli's a cutey pie, but Depp is sex on wheels, let me tell you. What a hunk of manflesh. And my dears, the slash potential! I foresee a whole new fandom.

And to kick it off, here's a drabble. Sweet dreams...

( Bargain )


Cool SlashPirates icon by green_ghost .

So here I am. Not sure what this journal's going to turn into eventually. For now, I'll just be posting my fics, any recs that catch my eye, and any pseudo-intelligent nattering and/or dissatisfied bitching that occurs to me.

So here's my latest fic, a drabble, my first attempt at an F/M/P. I'll be posting earlier stuff, too, in case anyone's looking for 'em.

Title: Cousins
Rating: R
Pairing: F/M/P
Category: Drabble
Disclaimer: All credit for Middle-Earth and its extraordinary characters, places and stories go to the blessed Professor Tolkien. I don't make a dime off this, nor would I wish to.

Summary: Sometimes you need your family.

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Cousins

No one could make him laugh like Pippin, or stop his tears like Merry. Perhaps he could have held out, had they all been together. But that didn't matter now, and if he had any moments of forgetfulness, they were here in his cousins' embrace.

Here he could caress and be caressed, thinking of nothing but wet flesh, the pressure of arms and legs, ecstasy. Here he could moan and scratch, fill them both with shivers, be maddened in his turn. The kiss that sealed his mouth sealed his mind as well.

Here he was allowed to be happy.