Challenge #73
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tthdrabblesAuthor: Carnen (
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wnnb_darklord)Word Count: 200
Fandom: 'Allo 'Allo
Challenge: #73 favourite things
Notes: Don't own it. Does anybody even know this show?
Spike scowled as he ducked out of the way of a Kraut as he made his way across the little French square. Not that he was afraid of those bastards, but he didn't want that type of attention right now. He rolled his eyes when another patrol passed too close for comfort and took shelter in a small café nearby.
Upon entering, his ears were assaulted with the most awful screeching he had ever heard. And right there in the middle of it was his dark princess, dancing away after he had been searching for her for hours. The source of the noise turned out to be some tone-deaf hag who apparently thought that she was the life of the party. Spike had a sudden desire to, like the other patrons, stick pieces of cheese into his ears so he wouldn't have to listen.
At that moment Drusilla noticed him and twirled towards him. Spike smiled, despite the worry she had caused him. He reached out for her and she draped herself across him.
"What a pretty doll she is, my Spike," Drusilla cooed into his ear, vaguely gesturing at the screeching lady, "I think I'll call her Miss Edith."
Title: Finders Keepers
Author: Carnen (
wnnb_darklord)Word Count: 200
Fandom: Lost
Challenge: #73 favourite things
Notes: Don't own it. A bit of swearing, this is Sawyer we're talking about.
Sawyer swore under his breath softly as he rummaged through a suitcase. He was pretty sure the guy it belonged to had snuffed it during the crash. And if the man hadn't claimed it yet…well, possession was nine tenths of the law as far as Sawyer was concerned.
He finally uncovered something interesting among the amazing amount of tweed stuffed into the suitcase. Sawyer's eyes lit up as he lifted the thick, leather-bound books. He scowled a moment later, glancing around quickly.
Sawyer's frown deepened when he cracked open one of the books. What in the blazin' hell was a Watcher's Journal? Belonged to some crackpot by the name of Roger Wyndham-Price. The name sounded stuffy and boring. Sawyer glanced at the tweed jacket in the suitcase again. Must have been British.
He hefted the books lightly in his hand, debating whether to keep them or not. Aw, what the hell, a book was a book, wasn't it?
Later, as he was reading the diaries which were so mind numbingly boring that they had to be true, especially after experiencing all this strange shit right here on Mystery Island, only one sentence escaped Sawyer's lips.
"Son of a bitch!"
Title: Strawberries
Author: Carnen (
wnnb_darklord)Word Count: 200
Fandom: Firefly
Challenge: #73 favourite things
Notes: Don't own it.
Her eyes widened when she saw what the vendor was selling. Strawberries! Kaylee hopefully approached the stall. Sometimes even if she couldn't afford to buy a whole bunch of them, some of the vendors were kind enough to let her try one (two sometimes if she upped the charm).
She was in luck! The price wasn't too high and Kaylee had a bit of spare coin from her shopping for spare parts. She quickly bought as many strawberries as she could and briskly started back towards Serenity. The Capt'n would be mighty mad if she were late.
As she passed a dark street (Jayne had always said to avoid that one; bad folk were about there, but she was in a hurry), Kaylee was suddenly pulled into it from behind. A hand (rough and calloused) was placed over her mouth, stifling her scream. She felt heavy breathing against her ear and fear she hadn’t felt since Early consumed her. She felt a strange tingle (like sparks) against her neck as the man holding her) brushed her hair from her shoulder.
A shiver of disgust passed through Kaylee when the stranger sniffed her.
"Mmm," his voice was rough, "you smell…like strawberries."
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Date: 2008-02-13 07:29 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-02-13 07:44 pm (UTC)Can you possibly write a drabble for Amanda for me? If you like her only though I don't want you to write if you don't like Amanda any potential is fine with me actually but I love "A"
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Date: 2008-02-13 07:49 pm (UTC)I'll see what I can do about Amanda. I've never really thought about her one way or the other. I'm more of a fan of the earlier seasons, I haven't watched the 7th one in *years*.
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Date: 2008-02-13 09:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-17 10:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-17 10:45 pm (UTC)Hug
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Date: 2008-02-13 08:01 pm (UTC)Also, great way of using Rack there. Didn't see that one coming! :-)
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Date: 2008-02-13 08:10 pm (UTC)As for Rack, it just sort of clicked in my head.
Also, icon love :D
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Date: 2008-02-13 08:54 pm (UTC)Thanks for the icon luv!
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Date: 2008-02-13 09:02 pm (UTC)That icon is awesome! So is this one. Special hell! *snort*
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Date: 2008-02-17 09:30 pm (UTC)I don't know the first cross, and I don't watch the second. Both are well-written, though, and the idea of Roger W-P perishing in the crash and leaving behind his journals to enlighten is an interesting one.
But the third-- eep! Rack! *wants to snatch Kaylee to safety*
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Date: 2008-02-17 10:18 pm (UTC)Oh, I most heartily recommend 'Allo 'Allo! It's one of my all time favourites. And a bit of a classic here in Croatia - practically everyone knows the catchphrases of the show by heart.
*does dance of joy* Huzzah :) I don't think I'll stop there though, writing drabbles is much more fun than I expected!