100TC: Tell Us a Story
Tell Us a Story
Genre: General
Pairings: none
Rating/Warnings: G, none.
A/N: Prompt from the 100 Theme Challenge. Guess correctly which prompt and you can choose what I write about next. :)
They waited. In the dark they were ready and remained still. They calculated the time and anticipated the moment, for each knew it was coming. Side by side they lay and watched the figure on the bed snooze as it broke the silence with the sounds of faint breaths. They waited.
The figure's eyebrows twitched. Was this it? They could feel their excitement spike for a moment when they saw the figure roll into a different position on the bed. It would be soon and all they had to do was wait. They would be there when it happened and they would be ready. It didn't take long before the figured tossed this time, their brow furrowed this time and even a soft moan was heard.
Pressure was building from their excitement; about to burst they willed the figure awake with all their strength. Wake up. Tell us what you dream of, won't you? We'll remember. The figure stirred again and their breathing changed as it picked up speed. Are you running? Are you scared? Are you happy? They wondered what could be happening now that could make the figure react so. Is it a marathon? Is it a robber? Is it a reunion?
Their wondering thoughts created stories with the figure and the worlds blossomed like paint thrown onto a canvas. The lines were drawn across time and space and the stories became more defined with each question. It flipped from here to there and told of wondrous things, stories of old that had faded and could just barely be read, secrets held forever in stone for the winds to erode. Its depth grew more and more until they couldn't remember where they had started only knew that it had been a beautiful journey that they didn't want to end.
A lamp flicked on and they were confronted by the figure wide awake and looking rather disheveled. It was a man, his breathing still quick, whose posture held rigid. From what they could surmise it was the dream to blame. His eyes darted around the room searching for something before landing upon them and snatching them up in his hands. They were used to his rough handling but were nonetheless startled by his haste as he pressed them together and whispered his thoughts for them to hear.
". . . Then came the part where he came close and smiled against my skin. . ." They listened attentive to his every word and were excited as he was, for his words spilled out fast like a waterfall's strong current into a stream. ". . . and couldn't believe how much I wanted to . . ." He pressed the three of them closer until his nose was nearly touching them body, bent into a protective stance, and they felt content to witness his passion and vigor even he was a bit too rough during these moments.
". . . although," he said and his grip on them loosened a little, "what I can't remember was if . . ." Oh, no. Did it slip your mind? They waited for him to choose his words. Patient they sat and waited as he struggled to find what he'd missed. Finally, he sighed. His hold on them slacked almost completely and he frowned at them. "It's just not coming to me . . . thought I had it a second ago."
He stood and set them back where we sat. Looking down at them he stared for a moment before sighing again. "Maybe I'll remember in the morning. It's still late." Aw, c'mon, don't give up! They sat waiting for him to pick them up and try again but he moved back to the bed and climbed back in. Laying on his side he could still see them waiting for him but, as much as they willed him to finish his story, he wouldn't budge. "Man, I'm tired and I've got work tomorrow, too." He groaned.
They looked at each other and back at the man who had turned over on his side. Perhaps if he claimed some more rest... If he sleeps, maybe he might... They silently agreed it could wait until morning and let the man doze of once more. He tossed a little but they knew it wasn't the same as before. When he lifted his head they knew it was only to switch off the lamp. The lamp shut its light on a few pages of dreams and the pen held close to write it.
A/N: It's late at night and I realized that it would be so easy to look at one of the themes and just write something. (Not like I have any other work up at the moment. *cough*) This turned out pretty well for a 5 - 10 min writing streak.
I like to write down my ideas whenever they come and it just so happens the main bulk of my ideas come at night. I haven't had a reason to wake in the middle of the night yet but I do find myself switching on the lamp or using my cellphone for light and writing all I can before I leave the rest until morning. Like I said, it's late but this is what the prompt made me think of when I read it. :3 Let me read your guesses in a message or a review and you can choose which prompt goes next! Ta~!
Genre: General
Pairings: none
Rating/Warnings: G, none.
A/N: Prompt from the 100 Theme Challenge. Guess correctly which prompt and you can choose what I write about next. :)
They waited. In the dark they were ready and remained still. They calculated the time and anticipated the moment, for each knew it was coming. Side by side they lay and watched the figure on the bed snooze as it broke the silence with the sounds of faint breaths. They waited.
The figure's eyebrows twitched. Was this it? They could feel their excitement spike for a moment when they saw the figure roll into a different position on the bed. It would be soon and all they had to do was wait. They would be there when it happened and they would be ready. It didn't take long before the figured tossed this time, their brow furrowed this time and even a soft moan was heard.
Pressure was building from their excitement; about to burst they willed the figure awake with all their strength. Wake up. Tell us what you dream of, won't you? We'll remember. The figure stirred again and their breathing changed as it picked up speed. Are you running? Are you scared? Are you happy? They wondered what could be happening now that could make the figure react so. Is it a marathon? Is it a robber? Is it a reunion?
Their wondering thoughts created stories with the figure and the worlds blossomed like paint thrown onto a canvas. The lines were drawn across time and space and the stories became more defined with each question. It flipped from here to there and told of wondrous things, stories of old that had faded and could just barely be read, secrets held forever in stone for the winds to erode. Its depth grew more and more until they couldn't remember where they had started only knew that it had been a beautiful journey that they didn't want to end.
A lamp flicked on and they were confronted by the figure wide awake and looking rather disheveled. It was a man, his breathing still quick, whose posture held rigid. From what they could surmise it was the dream to blame. His eyes darted around the room searching for something before landing upon them and snatching them up in his hands. They were used to his rough handling but were nonetheless startled by his haste as he pressed them together and whispered his thoughts for them to hear.
". . . Then came the part where he came close and smiled against my skin. . ." They listened attentive to his every word and were excited as he was, for his words spilled out fast like a waterfall's strong current into a stream. ". . . and couldn't believe how much I wanted to . . ." He pressed the three of them closer until his nose was nearly touching them body, bent into a protective stance, and they felt content to witness his passion and vigor even he was a bit too rough during these moments.
". . . although," he said and his grip on them loosened a little, "what I can't remember was if . . ." Oh, no. Did it slip your mind? They waited for him to choose his words. Patient they sat and waited as he struggled to find what he'd missed. Finally, he sighed. His hold on them slacked almost completely and he frowned at them. "It's just not coming to me . . . thought I had it a second ago."
He stood and set them back where we sat. Looking down at them he stared for a moment before sighing again. "Maybe I'll remember in the morning. It's still late." Aw, c'mon, don't give up! They sat waiting for him to pick them up and try again but he moved back to the bed and climbed back in. Laying on his side he could still see them waiting for him but, as much as they willed him to finish his story, he wouldn't budge. "Man, I'm tired and I've got work tomorrow, too." He groaned.
They looked at each other and back at the man who had turned over on his side. Perhaps if he claimed some more rest... If he sleeps, maybe he might... They silently agreed it could wait until morning and let the man doze of once more. He tossed a little but they knew it wasn't the same as before. When he lifted his head they knew it was only to switch off the lamp. The lamp shut its light on a few pages of dreams and the pen held close to write it.
A/N: It's late at night and I realized that it would be so easy to look at one of the themes and just write something. (Not like I have any other work up at the moment. *cough*) This turned out pretty well for a 5 - 10 min writing streak.
I like to write down my ideas whenever they come and it just so happens the main bulk of my ideas come at night. I haven't had a reason to wake in the middle of the night yet but I do find myself switching on the lamp or using my cellphone for light and writing all I can before I leave the rest until morning. Like I said, it's late but this is what the prompt made me think of when I read it. :3 Let me read your guesses in a message or a review and you can choose which prompt goes next! Ta~!