Oz Drabble Tree Knows Best
It's our 5th Drabble Tree! If you haven't done this before check out The First Ever Oz Drabble Tree, The Return of Oz Drabble Tree, The Little Oz Drabble Tree That Could and Are You There God? It's Oz Drabble Tree.
1. Oz characters, please. Xovers with the usual suspects are also welcome (SVU, Wanted, Rescue Me etc.)
2. Het, slash, gen. Any character or pairing. It's all good.
3. Drabble (100 words) is a suggestion. You won't get shanked if you do a double drabble or it runs a bit long.
4. Your drabble must be posted as a comment to this entry.
5. Include a word, phrase or sentence from a previous drabble in the tree. Put it in the subject line and bold it.
6. You can riff on any drabble in the tree. Just reply to the drabble you're riffing from.
7. Write as many drabbles as you want.
8. Drabbles only, please. No comments. Show your appreciation by jumping off someone else's drabble.
9. If you have any questions, head over to my LJ-- I'll have an announcement post over there where you can ask for help or leave a comment. Or you can leave comment to the writers at the announcement post at oz_rapsheet.
10. The Drabble Tree will run through the week, but if there is enough interest we'll keep it running longer. When it's over, post your drabbles to your own LJ and/or archive them.
11. RPS is allowed but please put RPS in the header of your drabble/ficlet. If you don't want to read RPS, then look closely at the headers.
She'd stopped seeing him, thinking of him, wanting to know him, years ago; that chapter of her life was long over. She shouldn't be here now in this place of too much gray and too much glass, not even the slightest bit changed from when she was a girl.
All that glass, and the only bars are the ones that slammed shut behind her as she walked down one endless corridor after another.
So many people had done their damnedest to make her forget, filling her life with dance, and music, and tennis lessons, summers spent in the charmingly weathered beach house, winters skiing at the best resorts around the world.
It was easy to forget that he was alive, easy to think that he was dead.
Now, everyone else was dead and he was still here. And she wouldn't have remembered if she hadn't experienced the headache of going through her Uncle's books and discovering a small amount of money being sent to an account, month after month, for so many years.
She could have had a lawyer send a letter to tell him that his brother was dead in a freak boating accident, along with his gold-digger third wife, and hah! to that. The bitch wasn't going to get a dime of the Beecher fortune, all that plastic surgery and fake honey dipped sweetness went for nothing in the end.
She came to the last doorway, no bars this time, but still more glass. There is a momentary attack of nerves right before she walks through, and then he is there, the same as she remembered, no matter the silver in his hair or the lines in his face.
"Dad," she chokes out, as he wraps her up in his arms.
He breathes, "Holly," into her hair, and she suddenly hates every minute that her well intentioned family kept her away from him.
Have fun!
The Drabble Tree is officially over!!! Thank you to everyone who contributed.
1. Oz characters, please. Xovers with the usual suspects are also welcome (SVU, Wanted, Rescue Me etc.)
2. Het, slash, gen. Any character or pairing. It's all good.
3. Drabble (100 words) is a suggestion. You won't get shanked if you do a double drabble or it runs a bit long.
4. Your drabble must be posted as a comment to this entry.
5. Include a word, phrase or sentence from a previous drabble in the tree. Put it in the subject line and bold it.
6. You can riff on any drabble in the tree. Just reply to the drabble you're riffing from.
7. Write as many drabbles as you want.
8. Drabbles only, please. No comments. Show your appreciation by jumping off someone else's drabble.
9. If you have any questions, head over to my LJ-- I'll have an announcement post over there where you can ask for help or leave a comment. Or you can leave comment to the writers at the announcement post at oz_rapsheet.
10. The Drabble Tree will run through the week, but if there is enough interest we'll keep it running longer. When it's over, post your drabbles to your own LJ and/or archive them.
11. RPS is allowed but please put RPS in the header of your drabble/ficlet. If you don't want to read RPS, then look closely at the headers.
She'd stopped seeing him, thinking of him, wanting to know him, years ago; that chapter of her life was long over. She shouldn't be here now in this place of too much gray and too much glass, not even the slightest bit changed from when she was a girl.
All that glass, and the only bars are the ones that slammed shut behind her as she walked down one endless corridor after another.
So many people had done their damnedest to make her forget, filling her life with dance, and music, and tennis lessons, summers spent in the charmingly weathered beach house, winters skiing at the best resorts around the world.
It was easy to forget that he was alive, easy to think that he was dead.
Now, everyone else was dead and he was still here. And she wouldn't have remembered if she hadn't experienced the headache of going through her Uncle's books and discovering a small amount of money being sent to an account, month after month, for so many years.
She could have had a lawyer send a letter to tell him that his brother was dead in a freak boating accident, along with his gold-digger third wife, and hah! to that. The bitch wasn't going to get a dime of the Beecher fortune, all that plastic surgery and fake honey dipped sweetness went for nothing in the end.
She came to the last doorway, no bars this time, but still more glass. There is a momentary attack of nerves right before she walks through, and then he is there, the same as she remembered, no matter the silver in his hair or the lines in his face.
"Dad," she chokes out, as he wraps her up in his arms.
He breathes, "Holly," into her hair, and she suddenly hates every minute that her well intentioned family kept her away from him.
Have fun!
The Drabble Tree is officially over!!! Thank you to everyone who contributed.