Drabbles for the comm
Apr. 29th, 2007 08:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparklebutchTitle: Gardening
Prompts:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
highlander100, #137, History Repeating & Little Things
He closes his eyes and pokes a finger into the damp soil. Opens his eyes and places a single seed into the dent in the ground, then covers it with earth. He does the same again, all over the garden.
This is where it all starts. It's the little things that in turn make mighty trees. The circle of life and crops and growth that repeats itself, that always has been and always will be. Wars come and go, people live and die; but seeds will always bring forth trees, and plant life will always find a way to thrive.
[100][Q to Silas]
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[A 23-word ficlet that is badly outdated, re "History Repeating"]
Methos was reading the paper several years ago when his face paled and he called out,
"Oh my god, they elected Bush AGAIN?"
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Title: Digging
Prompts:highlander100, #137, History Repeating & Little Things
Chalk and dirt, dust and old wood. Reused coffins and dead roots creeping their way underground. He opens his eyes, spits; coughing and already clawing his way out.
"You've dirt under your fingernails," a woman says weakly. He shoots a look her way and she says nothing more.
"You smell of the grave," another woman says, centuries later; black makeup around her eyes, black is her lace dress, unnatural black is her hair. She smiles at him, red lips.
"Are you Death, mister?" asks a little girl, holding her mother's hand. He nods and shakes the dirt from his hair.
[100][Q to Kronos]
Prompts:
highlander100, #137, History Repeating & Little ThingsHe closes his eyes and pokes a finger into the damp soil. Opens his eyes and places a single seed into the dent in the ground, then covers it with earth. He does the same again, all over the garden.
This is where it all starts. It's the little things that in turn make mighty trees. The circle of life and crops and growth that repeats itself, that always has been and always will be. Wars come and go, people live and die; but seeds will always bring forth trees, and plant life will always find a way to thrive.
[100][Q to Silas]
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[A 23-word ficlet that is badly outdated, re "History Repeating"]
Methos was reading the paper several years ago when his face paled and he called out,
"Oh my god, they elected Bush AGAIN?"
================================
Title: Digging
Prompts:
highlander100, #137, History Repeating & Little ThingsChalk and dirt, dust and old wood. Reused coffins and dead roots creeping their way underground. He opens his eyes, spits; coughing and already clawing his way out.
"You've dirt under your fingernails," a woman says weakly. He shoots a look her way and she says nothing more.
"You smell of the grave," another woman says, centuries later; black makeup around her eyes, black is her lace dress, unnatural black is her hair. She smiles at him, red lips.
"Are you Death, mister?" asks a little girl, holding her mother's hand. He nods and shakes the dirt from his hair.
[100][Q to Kronos]
