Fic Meme

[unknownfate]

So here is the five minute comment fic meme, yoinked from rosehiptea. I did this one over at her lj. I know lots of good writers, so I figured I would try it too.


1. Clear your schedule for five minutes (or longer if you have time, I'm not gonna turn down more fic).
2. Then look under the cut tag, where you will find ten prompts, all of which are song titles (selected at random from my iPod WMP library iTunes library.)
3. Choose one of the prompts, and - using any appropriate fandom/character[s] (meaning ones you think I might enjoy) - write. (Note: As far as I'm concerned, you can write anything you want, really...)
4. Reply with your teeny weeny story in the comments to this post.
5. Repost this in your journal and make your friends write for you.


1. Under My Wheels
2. Somewhere That's Green
3. You Could Be Mine
4. I Want To Be An Angel
5. My Greatest Fear
6. Protectors of Earth
7. Little Drop of Poison
8. Lonely (But I Ain't That Lonely Yet)
9. Here Comes the Rain
10. Lonesome, On'ry and Mean

Comments

domestic fluff, catschach style

[tuff-ghost.livejournal.com]

"Good timing," Dan muttered, tying off the rope around the small deer's legs. Rorschach had made the kill and had sat in the tall grass while Dan dressed it, looking gory and smug as he ate the organs. The rain was starting in earnest now, pounding down from a dark sky. They had an hour's walk back home.

Rorschach was always able to find the way where Dan might get turned around, even back when he had only human senses, and they moved through alleys and subway tunnels rather than forest. Dan followed blindly, sweating under the bloody weight, walking always towards Rorschach's silhouette where it faded in and out of the trees ahead. How long would I last if he just disappeared?

The deer had to be hung up when they got home, and Dan revived the fire. They both bathed in front of it, Dan in a tub and Rorschach with his own paws and tongue, scouring away the blood and the smell of wet fur.

Their conversations were naturally one-sided, and even though Rorschach had always been reticient Dan still sometimes felt desperate for words. Rorschach would lean against his side, or push his brow against Dan's; these gestures were all he could offer to assure Dan that his monologues were understood.

Dan had driven back from town one day with a new typewriter, full of great ideas. It took a lot of urging and shredded paper to get Rorschach to use it. Just to prove he hadn't lost his faculties of language, he wrote,

DANL THIXDS ISZ STUP;ID

which prompt

[tuff-ghost.livejournal.com]

I started with "Here Comes the Rain", but if that one counts as already taken it could be "Lonely" :D

Re: which prompt

[bane-6.livejournal.com]

It works for both! I hadn't thought of a typewriter for catschach to use, but of course Dan would have. The funny thing is I just read archy and mehitabel the other day and I can totally see how happy Dan would be to get that message and hope for more. There's probably a lot of capslocked almost-love notes that could come from that. Thanks so much.