I had no idea why Larry insisted on only playing instruments that were larger than him. He started with the tuba, and moved on to the sousaphone. Then came the cello, and when he outgrew that, he upgraded to the double bass. On the school bus, he took up two seats. In my opinion, he looked like a dork dragging the massive case around. And he ( Read more... )

This is the fifth in my ongoing drabble series. Crossposted to my journal, here, and inception100Dom had enjoyed a year of blissful retirement and parenthood. He refused to lose that life again. If he was going to accompany and protect Ariadne (which he was, despite himself), he wanted to remain anonymous. Besides, he wasn't the legendary extractor anymore ( Read more... )

She had a fine appreciation for men. She preferred them lithe and athletic and graceful, charming specimens who made her feel like gossamer floating across the dancefloor. She enjoyed the odd flirtation, and she enjoyed the attention, and she had more than once had to break up a fight between favourites ( Read more... )

This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Inception drabbles. The plot continues to thicken. Crossposted to my journal, here, and inception100.

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"You want me to what?Why did people keep saying that? "You don't want me trying to pull off my first extraction all alone, do you, Arthur ( Read more... )

Johan was in a temper, and Johan in a temper was a dangerous animal. For the moment, he was working off his frustrations by shooting clay pigeons with a rocket launcher; his friends had drawn straws, and the loser now had the unfortunate task of working the clay pigeon launcher while the rest made themselves scarce ( Read more... )

Yes, a second entry on the same day! I just couldn't wait, so I decided to write a third Inception drabble today. It's in continuity with my other two. As always, crossposted to my journal, here, and at inception100.

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"You want me to what?"Please, Dom. Either teach me extraction, or let’s team up again ( Read more... )

This is a second Inception drabble in continuity with my previous one, Team Picture. (I'm going to try to connect all my Inception drabbles in one continuous story for as long as I can keep the story going.) Again, crossposted to inception100, my journal, and here.

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"You want me to what?"

"Ariadne asked for you, Dom."

"Why would she want me as a mentor ( Read more... )

Liesl stumbled through the woods, wishing that she had remained a little closer to home, or else that she'd waited another hour or so before venturing outside. It was healthy, they said, to rise early and to partake of some exercise before breakfast. But Liesl had awakened a little too early: it was not yet dawn, and, except for a faint ( Read more... )

I haven't written the beginning of this yet, nor have I quite decided where to go with it from here, but here's what I've written today.

This is a post-movie fic, and the Dream Team has gotten back together. (Arthur/Ariadne pairing, by the way, but G-rated so far.)

Crossposted to my journal and august_writing so far. Will be posted to inceptionfic when it's more finished ( Read more... )

The convent was one of the last in the order to still wear the traditional habit. Even so, with nothing visible but her face, Sister Mary Angelica's beauty was enough to render Edward Bennett speechless for several seconds. She had a clarity of complexion that normally came from an extended programme of arsenic consumption, which Edward was ( Read more... )