Lost Land stuff part 2
Here is the fic and the one song fanmix from a prompt challenge over at lost_land. These are haikus and five sentence fics.
One song fanmix
Prompt: EPIC
Muse-Apocalypse Please
Declare this an emergency
Come on and spread a sense of urgency
And pull us through
And pull us through
And this is the end, the end
This is the end
Of the World
And it's time we saw a miracle
Come on it's time for something biblical
To pull us through
And pull us through
I always think of the LOST final season when I hear this song. It's just...epic sounding and brings to mind the epic things that had to be done in season 6.
SORRY: Haiku
Over grave of child
every day tears falling down
Ben sighs “I’m sorry”
PATTERN:
Hugo starts to recognize the patterns of Ben. On Tuesdays he does the wash. On Thursdays, Ben tends their little garden. Fridays are devoted to cooking a big meal, usually one of Hugo’s favorites. And every day, Ben quietly slips off to sit at the grave of his dead daughter.
FIVE:
Five little fingers
Alex so trusting, holding
his hand. So happy.
BIG:
Ben soon learns that the
biggest thing about Hugo
is his giving heart.
SOON:
Soon, Richard would say to Ben. Soon, you will be one of us and you can leave those
barracks forever. And Ben, bursting with all the energy of a twenty-year-old, would grunt with impatience while reaching for Richard’s hand. The other’s hand would be pulled away each time. But each time, Richard held his gaze with his dark eyes and replied...soon.
HOME:
Benjamin Linus was the only child he knew who did not look forward to going home after school. There were no snacks waiting for him, no hugs, no homework help. On the days when he did not follow Annie home for a few hours, Ben would sit at the edge of the barracks and listen to the sounds of the jungle. He got his homework done there, far from the noise of the barracks. There were times he allowed himself to think the Island was speaking to him.
HOT:
The heat under the canvas tent was almost unbearable. It burned Ben’s lungs when he breathed the air in. Each breath brought a stab of pain at the injury in his chest. Sweat trickled down the young boy’s brow, relieved only when Richard stopped by to dab his forehead. Despite it all, Ben was happier than he had ever been and never wanted to leave.
LOUD:
Voices in his head
all those doubts, all those he killed,
So loud, Ben can’t hear.
SILLY:
Silly, thought Jacob
This all came from a sighting
of a dead mother.
DIRECTION:
In the beginning, Claire can remember Aaron’s face, the way he smelled, how his fingers felt curled around hers. But as the sickness takes hold of her brain, she begins to forget these little things. All she thinks about now is survival and how very alone she is. She remembers Aaron, but not as a face, rather as an entity that has left her just as all the others. And no matter which direction she turns, all she sees is Samuel’s face.
One song fanmix
Prompt: EPIC
Muse-Apocalypse Please
Declare this an emergency
Come on and spread a sense of urgency
And pull us through
And pull us through
And this is the end, the end
This is the end
Of the World
And it's time we saw a miracle
Come on it's time for something biblical
To pull us through
And pull us through
I always think of the LOST final season when I hear this song. It's just...epic sounding and brings to mind the epic things that had to be done in season 6.
SORRY: Haiku
Over grave of child
every day tears falling down
Ben sighs “I’m sorry”
PATTERN:
Hugo starts to recognize the patterns of Ben. On Tuesdays he does the wash. On Thursdays, Ben tends their little garden. Fridays are devoted to cooking a big meal, usually one of Hugo’s favorites. And every day, Ben quietly slips off to sit at the grave of his dead daughter.
FIVE:
Five little fingers
Alex so trusting, holding
his hand. So happy.
BIG:
Ben soon learns that the
biggest thing about Hugo
is his giving heart.
SOON:
Soon, Richard would say to Ben. Soon, you will be one of us and you can leave those
barracks forever. And Ben, bursting with all the energy of a twenty-year-old, would grunt with impatience while reaching for Richard’s hand. The other’s hand would be pulled away each time. But each time, Richard held his gaze with his dark eyes and replied...soon.
HOME:
Benjamin Linus was the only child he knew who did not look forward to going home after school. There were no snacks waiting for him, no hugs, no homework help. On the days when he did not follow Annie home for a few hours, Ben would sit at the edge of the barracks and listen to the sounds of the jungle. He got his homework done there, far from the noise of the barracks. There were times he allowed himself to think the Island was speaking to him.
HOT:
The heat under the canvas tent was almost unbearable. It burned Ben’s lungs when he breathed the air in. Each breath brought a stab of pain at the injury in his chest. Sweat trickled down the young boy’s brow, relieved only when Richard stopped by to dab his forehead. Despite it all, Ben was happier than he had ever been and never wanted to leave.
LOUD:
Voices in his head
all those doubts, all those he killed,
So loud, Ben can’t hear.
SILLY:
Silly, thought Jacob
This all came from a sighting
of a dead mother.
DIRECTION:
In the beginning, Claire can remember Aaron’s face, the way he smelled, how his fingers felt curled around hers. But as the sickness takes hold of her brain, she begins to forget these little things. All she thinks about now is survival and how very alone she is. She remembers Aaron, but not as a face, rather as an entity that has left her just as all the others. And no matter which direction she turns, all she sees is Samuel’s face.