Lost Drabble: Cosmic Prairie on the Ocean of Time
Title: Cosmic Prairie on the Ocean of Time
by Jesterlady
Rating: G
Summary: Richard's life is always the same. Circles, round and round, the same variation and theme.
A/N: Written for the Sweet Drabblethon. The prompt was from greedyslayer Richard-what's in a name
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost. The title is from TNG if you can believe it
Cosmic Prairie on the Ocean of Time
Ricardo went through the jungle on a circuitous route. It led him well away from a certain stone bench he tried to avoid whenever possible. He was on an important mission for Jacob, bringing the words of the god to the people, or so some of the people said. He didn’t really care one way or the other. He’d stopped caring about a lot of things during his time on the island. And that time…well, it was barely worth counting anymore. He inspired the same amount of awe in the people who thought they’d been there awhile.
“Ricardo!” He turned and waited for the man to catch up with him. Apparently, something else needed doing. “Ricardo, we need your help.”
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Ricardus went through the jungle on a circuitous route. It led him well away from a certain stone bench he tried to avoid whenever possible. He was on an important mission for Jacob, bringing the words of the god to the people, or so some of the people said. He didn’t really care one way or the other. He’d stopped caring about a lot of things during his time on the island. And that time…well, it was barely worth counting anymore. He inspired the same amount of awe in the people who thought they’d been there awhile.
“Prophet!” He turned and waited for the man to catch up with him. Apparently, something else needed doing. “Prophet Ricardus, we need your help.”
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Richard went through the jungle on a circuitous route. It led him well away from a certain stone bench he tried to avoid whenever possible. He was on an important mission for Jacob, bringing the words of the god to the people, or so some of the people said. He didn’t really care one way or the other. He’d stopped caring about a lot of things during his time on the island. And that time…well, it was barely worth counting anymore. He inspired the same amount of awe in the people who thought they’d been there awhile.
“Richard!” He turned and waited for Ben to catch up with him. Apparently, something else needed doing. “Richard, I need your help.”
Richard went, Ricardus went, Ricardo went, Jacob’s spokesperson went. Whoever he was, he always went.
by Jesterlady
Rating: G
Summary: Richard's life is always the same. Circles, round and round, the same variation and theme.
A/N: Written for the Sweet Drabblethon. The prompt was from greedyslayer Richard-what's in a name
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost. The title is from TNG if you can believe it
Cosmic Prairie on the Ocean of Time
Ricardo went through the jungle on a circuitous route. It led him well away from a certain stone bench he tried to avoid whenever possible. He was on an important mission for Jacob, bringing the words of the god to the people, or so some of the people said. He didn’t really care one way or the other. He’d stopped caring about a lot of things during his time on the island. And that time…well, it was barely worth counting anymore. He inspired the same amount of awe in the people who thought they’d been there awhile.
“Ricardo!” He turned and waited for the man to catch up with him. Apparently, something else needed doing. “Ricardo, we need your help.”
***
Ricardus went through the jungle on a circuitous route. It led him well away from a certain stone bench he tried to avoid whenever possible. He was on an important mission for Jacob, bringing the words of the god to the people, or so some of the people said. He didn’t really care one way or the other. He’d stopped caring about a lot of things during his time on the island. And that time…well, it was barely worth counting anymore. He inspired the same amount of awe in the people who thought they’d been there awhile.
“Prophet!” He turned and waited for the man to catch up with him. Apparently, something else needed doing. “Prophet Ricardus, we need your help.”
***
Richard went through the jungle on a circuitous route. It led him well away from a certain stone bench he tried to avoid whenever possible. He was on an important mission for Jacob, bringing the words of the god to the people, or so some of the people said. He didn’t really care one way or the other. He’d stopped caring about a lot of things during his time on the island. And that time…well, it was barely worth counting anymore. He inspired the same amount of awe in the people who thought they’d been there awhile.
“Richard!” He turned and waited for Ben to catch up with him. Apparently, something else needed doing. “Richard, I need your help.”
Richard went, Ricardus went, Ricardo went, Jacob’s spokesperson went. Whoever he was, he always went.