Flist icon drabbles Part 7
The next five icon drabbles (for cow_launchimus, cruisedirector, deadspeaker, dementia23, and doyle_sb4) for your entertainment. In this installment, I bring you Lost, Lord of the Rings, The Princess Bride, and possibly one of the most random pieces of original fiction I've ever written.
cow_launchimus (Original fic, 100 words)
“Don’t look now, guys, but we appear to be the lamest 70s superhero team ever.”
“There’s some serious competition. Why do you think we’re the worst?”
“You’re carrying a teddy bear, man.”
“Says the guy with the eye mask on his forehead. I mean, what the hell?”
“What? Our Token Black Guy likes to stay up late reading political treatises. For all you know, I’m the pretty one of this group.”
“I’m the girl. I bet I’m the pretty one.”
“Your face is green. I wouldn’t be counting on that.”
“It’s an exfoliating scrub.”
“It’s official, then. Lamest team ever.”
cruisedirector (Lord of the Rings, Éowyn, 100 words)
She’s filthy. She’s exhausted. She’s terrified. Her arm is broken.
It doesn’t mean she’s backing down.
Her back a shield for her fallen uncle, Éowyn raises her sword and continues to face a nightmare of black and steel.
The Nazgûl effortlessly lifts her by the neck. Her feet dangle several inches above the ground, and her vision begins to go black from the lack of air. “You fool,” it rasps. “No man can kill me!”
A grim smile crosses Éowyn’s lips as she tightens her grip on her sword’s hilt. This Shieldmaiden will die just as fiercely as any Rider.
deadspeaker (Lost, Sayid, 100 words)
It’s not like he wasn’t used to idiocy. He had spent time in the army, after all, and Saddam hadn’t exactly been known for passing down calm, rational decisions for his armed forces to carry out.
But as he witnessed what seemed to be the fifteenth argument in as many minutes between Shannon and Boone-starting with Boone’s comment about sunscreen, Shannon’s sniping reply and a quick degeneration from there-Sayid finally shook his head and thought, “you have got to be fucking kidding me.”
This was who he had to work with to survive on the island? They were totally screwed.
demetria23 (The Princess Bride, Inigo, 100 words
For once in his life, something was going according to plan. Well, other than the part where he had been stabbed. That certainly hadn’t been in the fantasy he’d had of this day for the past twenty years.
But the Six-fingered Man was staring at him from the other side of his father’s sword, begging for mercy, offering money and power. It was revenge as sweet as Inigo’d always hoped it would be, a score that should have been settled long ago.
It wouldn’t bring his father back, but it might bring him some peace. Inigo plunged the blade home.
doyle_sb4 (Lost, Hurley, Charlie, 101 words
“Locke is off his fucking nut.”
Hurley glanced up at Charlie from his seat by the waterfall. “Course he is, dude. He’s Locke.”
Charlie slumped to the ground. “He abandoned me in a monster-infested jungle. Used me as bloody boar bait just now. Cut the damn thing’s throat with a smile on his face.”
Hurley perked up. “There’s more boar today?”
“That’s not the point,” Charlie said. “I know meat doesn’t start off wrapped in plastic at the market and we need to eat, but Locke’s scary.”
“Totally, dude. Locke will fuck your shit up and laugh about it after.”
The previous drabbles can be found here. The next five can be found here.
cow_launchimus (Original fic, 100 words)
“Don’t look now, guys, but we appear to be the lamest 70s superhero team ever.”
“There’s some serious competition. Why do you think we’re the worst?”
“You’re carrying a teddy bear, man.”
“Says the guy with the eye mask on his forehead. I mean, what the hell?”
“What? Our Token Black Guy likes to stay up late reading political treatises. For all you know, I’m the pretty one of this group.”
“I’m the girl. I bet I’m the pretty one.”
“Your face is green. I wouldn’t be counting on that.”
“It’s an exfoliating scrub.”
“It’s official, then. Lamest team ever.”
cruisedirector (Lord of the Rings, Éowyn, 100 words)
She’s filthy. She’s exhausted. She’s terrified. Her arm is broken.
It doesn’t mean she’s backing down.
Her back a shield for her fallen uncle, Éowyn raises her sword and continues to face a nightmare of black and steel.
The Nazgûl effortlessly lifts her by the neck. Her feet dangle several inches above the ground, and her vision begins to go black from the lack of air. “You fool,” it rasps. “No man can kill me!”
A grim smile crosses Éowyn’s lips as she tightens her grip on her sword’s hilt. This Shieldmaiden will die just as fiercely as any Rider.
deadspeaker (Lost, Sayid, 100 words)
It’s not like he wasn’t used to idiocy. He had spent time in the army, after all, and Saddam hadn’t exactly been known for passing down calm, rational decisions for his armed forces to carry out.
But as he witnessed what seemed to be the fifteenth argument in as many minutes between Shannon and Boone-starting with Boone’s comment about sunscreen, Shannon’s sniping reply and a quick degeneration from there-Sayid finally shook his head and thought, “you have got to be fucking kidding me.”
This was who he had to work with to survive on the island? They were totally screwed.
demetria23 (The Princess Bride, Inigo, 100 words
For once in his life, something was going according to plan. Well, other than the part where he had been stabbed. That certainly hadn’t been in the fantasy he’d had of this day for the past twenty years.
But the Six-fingered Man was staring at him from the other side of his father’s sword, begging for mercy, offering money and power. It was revenge as sweet as Inigo’d always hoped it would be, a score that should have been settled long ago.
It wouldn’t bring his father back, but it might bring him some peace. Inigo plunged the blade home.
doyle_sb4 (Lost, Hurley, Charlie, 101 words
“Locke is off his fucking nut.”
Hurley glanced up at Charlie from his seat by the waterfall. “Course he is, dude. He’s Locke.”
Charlie slumped to the ground. “He abandoned me in a monster-infested jungle. Used me as bloody boar bait just now. Cut the damn thing’s throat with a smile on his face.”
Hurley perked up. “There’s more boar today?”
“That’s not the point,” Charlie said. “I know meat doesn’t start off wrapped in plastic at the market and we need to eat, but Locke’s scary.”
“Totally, dude. Locke will fuck your shit up and laugh about it after.”
The previous drabbles can be found here. The next five can be found here.