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saviourseph) wrote2007-10-06 07:03 am
saviourseph) wrote2007-10-06 07:03 am
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It's Drabble Time!
Silent Hill ones today! :D
Ridiculous Belch - Henry/Patient (SH4)
"BLERRRP! BLERRRP! BLERBLEBLEBLERRRP! BLERP!"
The imposingly tall creature fell down the stairs, making that ridiculous noise, hilarious and disgusting at the same time. It was so unexpected Henry had to stifle a very inappropriate giggle. Why was the thing burping at him?
He looked to the bottom of the stairs, to see the thing lying there - not dead, and, to his surprise, crying in pain. What had he done? Was it really a monster? Henry went to investigate, keeping his golf club ready just in case it was a trick.
But no, the creature really was crying - Henry was hit by a wave of guilt and remorse: maybe they weren't just mindless horrors - what if...?
Henry didn't have time to finish that thought, as the creature reached up and grabbed around his neck, pulling him down on top of it. As he made contact, there was yet more burping - gases escaping from the corpse, judging by the smell. He was face-to-face with an animated corpse leaking putrid gas, and did what any normal person would do.
He passed out.
Henry awoke some time later, lying at the foot of the stairs and feeling colder than he remembered. Looking down, he understood why: where the hell were his clothes? And what in God's name was that stuff all over his body? Frankly, he'd rather he never found out, so he went back to his usual, unfazed by anything even monkeybabies self, redressed and carried on downwards, eye twitching ever so slightly.
Tits or GTFO - n/a
note: since certain people kept bugging me on AIM while I was trying to write this prompt, the drabble I had in mind (a rather humorous James/Maria piece, as a matter of fact) remained unwritten. In my frustration at this turn of events, I composed the following senryu in the perpetrators' honour:
What a pair of tits.
Pink & Envey bugging me.
GTFO plz.
Self-hating Queers - James (SH2)
He knew he wanted him from the moment he first saw him - the bulging biceps... the delicate alabaster skin... the tongue to end all tongues... he was perfect! But he couldn't let this thought become more than that - he came here searching for Mary, and Mary was who he would find, mysterious, muscular strangers notwithstanding.
He wasn't sure why he ended up with Mary in the first place. Sure, he liked her - loved her perhaps, but he would long for those moments with half-unseen, anonymous strangers that made his married life so much more bearable. And here he was trying to get that back - those days of sneaking around, desperate for the kind of loving he could only get in public toilets with strangers - even though the epitome of all his secret lusts and desires was right before him. Maybe he should just say "fuck it" - stop searching for Mary; maybe he could be happy if he didn't live the double life anymore.
But how could he? If he didn't want it back, why was he traipsing around this foggy shithole looking for her? Could it be that he wanted to punish himself - deprive himself of potential happiness for a life of surreptitious and hollow pleasure with the spectre of guilt looming over him like a shroud?
"In my restless dreams, I see that town... Silent Hill."
James returned the letter to his pocket and resumed searching for her.
For the woman he loved.
Or tried to.
The usual suspects were involved (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mazoku85, ryutsuki & yubberducky tonight)
Ridiculous Belch - Henry/Patient (SH4)
"BLERRRP! BLERRRP! BLERBLEBLEBLERRRP! BLERP!"
The imposingly tall creature fell down the stairs, making that ridiculous noise, hilarious and disgusting at the same time. It was so unexpected Henry had to stifle a very inappropriate giggle. Why was the thing burping at him?
He looked to the bottom of the stairs, to see the thing lying there - not dead, and, to his surprise, crying in pain. What had he done? Was it really a monster? Henry went to investigate, keeping his golf club ready just in case it was a trick.
But no, the creature really was crying - Henry was hit by a wave of guilt and remorse: maybe they weren't just mindless horrors - what if...?
Henry didn't have time to finish that thought, as the creature reached up and grabbed around his neck, pulling him down on top of it. As he made contact, there was yet more burping - gases escaping from the corpse, judging by the smell. He was face-to-face with an animated corpse leaking putrid gas, and did what any normal person would do.
He passed out.
Henry awoke some time later, lying at the foot of the stairs and feeling colder than he remembered. Looking down, he understood why: where the hell were his clothes? And what in God's name was that stuff all over his body? Frankly, he'd rather he never found out, so he went back to his usual, unfazed by anything even monkeybabies self, redressed and carried on downwards, eye twitching ever so slightly.
Tits or GTFO - n/a
note: since certain people kept bugging me on AIM while I was trying to write this prompt, the drabble I had in mind (a rather humorous James/Maria piece, as a matter of fact) remained unwritten. In my frustration at this turn of events, I composed the following senryu in the perpetrators' honour:
What a pair of tits.
Pink & Envey bugging me.
GTFO plz.
Self-hating Queers - James (SH2)
He knew he wanted him from the moment he first saw him - the bulging biceps... the delicate alabaster skin... the tongue to end all tongues... he was perfect! But he couldn't let this thought become more than that - he came here searching for Mary, and Mary was who he would find, mysterious, muscular strangers notwithstanding.
He wasn't sure why he ended up with Mary in the first place. Sure, he liked her - loved her perhaps, but he would long for those moments with half-unseen, anonymous strangers that made his married life so much more bearable. And here he was trying to get that back - those days of sneaking around, desperate for the kind of loving he could only get in public toilets with strangers - even though the epitome of all his secret lusts and desires was right before him. Maybe he should just say "fuck it" - stop searching for Mary; maybe he could be happy if he didn't live the double life anymore.
But how could he? If he didn't want it back, why was he traipsing around this foggy shithole looking for her? Could it be that he wanted to punish himself - deprive himself of potential happiness for a life of surreptitious and hollow pleasure with the spectre of guilt looming over him like a shroud?
"In my restless dreams, I see that town... Silent Hill."
James returned the letter to his pocket and resumed searching for her.
For the woman he loved.
Or tried to.
The usual suspects were involved (
mazoku85, ryutsuki & yubberducky tonight)
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