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ryutsuki:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them~
A Stroke of Luck - Garbage
Aah... sweet, refreshing colAGCCK!
Henry spat out the hard, metallic lump so unexpected in the recently purchased soda, gagging nauseated at the unwanted oral intrusion. What the hell kind of soft drinks company put free gifts inside their cans - no warning on the outside or anything - why, if he didn't have other things to deal with right now he'd be thinking about filing a class action against them! Heavens knew how many people had choked to death on them!
Wanting to get away from the vending machine that nearly killed him (not to mention the straggly haired girl floating through the station, trying to eviscerate him with only the power of her follicles) Henry ran, but not before noticing a flash of silver on the ground in the puddle of weakly fizzing cola.
A key?
Suspending his disbelief for now, Henry hastily pocketed his treasure and carried on towards the stairs.
Starman - David Bowie
A small girl, screaming on the TV set (switch on your TV we might pick him up on Channel 2). Heather looked face to face with ?herself - was that who it was? Then why couldn't she remember?
Littleheather screamed from under the drowning waves of static - crying for her daddy (that fits - I've always been daddy's little girl but whydon'tirememberanyofthis?) and Bigheather watched, feeling something familiar (but it didn't happen when did this happen i don't remember any of it it makes no fucking sense) like a distant voice on an untuned radio telling her to remember, to give in to her true self - not Heather, not even Cheryl but she who came before - waiting deep in her memory buried.
But alive.
And screaming.
Promises - Savage Garden
James ran panic-stricken through the labyrinth. Why was he never quick enough? No matter how hard he tried, Maria kept dying right in front of him, eviscerated by that red pyramid thing. It wasn't fair - every time he promised himself - promised Maria that he would save her; every time he failed. It was just like with
No. That was stupid. Mary died of her illness - he couldn't save her. He didn't even see her die. Just came home and she was gone. Nothing he could do.
But why did he feel so guilty about it - it just didn't ring true. And why did he question his memories more and more every time he saw Maria die?
Maybe if he could save Maria just once - keep his promise. Maybe then the creature would stop stalking them at every turn. That had to be it.
Had to be.
The Snake - Al Wilson
What the hell was that?
It stretched it's way out of the wall, jaws gaping to reveal... yet more gaping jaws. A grotesque (not to mention extremely phallic) parody of a snake - the one creature Heather couldn't stand (apart from Douglas, that was - Private Investigator her butt - only thing he was investigating was how to get her on her back with her legs in the air).
It lurched side to side, snapping it's toothless jaws and blindly trying to gum her to death. Heather closed her eyes and fought every instinct she had (fightnotflightfightnotflight), slowly walking backwards through no control of her own, the urge to flee growing stronger by the second, toes and fingers curling and CRACK!
She could get used to this.
Taken - Tracy Chapman
She looked upon her latest charge. Unassuming, quiet - boring, really. Another child for the mother that never existed.
She was just drywall and wood, but she had a memory - a horrific sentience brought about by the love of her son - so dedicated to giving her life. What else could a mother ask for above a son so willing to help his mother he would tear the hearts from her enemies and bring them to her - a stinking, dripping sack of purest love. So willing to help his mother not even death could stop him - the countdown to her birth continuing long after his life's blood stained the prison cell floor.
But why did he fight her so? Couldn't he see that his brother-from-her only had their mother's best interests at heart?
Rio - Goldfinger
He watched her sway, featureless ruin of a head tilting and swaying, following his every movement although she appeared blind, steel pipe twitching hypnotically in the air. Dancing, swaying - she was a thing of terrible beauty and wonderful grotesque, and James was entranced, moving closer, closer until he was upon her and
Clammy skin brushed softly against his own, tearing the jacket from his shoulders, the shirt beneath, the skin, the bone, the blood
The end.
Star - Erasure
Yes, this was the end - she could feel it. All her work had paid off - Alessa was back and soon God would be born - the stars themselves would fall to bow to him. There was however the slight problem of her being on fire - that had to be dealt with before she could bask in Sammael's glory, really.
Rolling around on the floor in a rose-coloured glow, Dahlia desperately tried to extinguish her clothes, but it was no use - the flames were too much for her withered old husk of a body to take.
Karma could be a bitch sometimes.
Ring Ring - ABBA
It sat there on the nightstand a picture of innocence - belying nothing of what it planned to do next. It shouldn't have even been able to do it - not only was it mysteriously unplugged, but Henry, friendless loser that he was, only really had the thing in case of chip-pan fires or break-ins (not that either of those were much of a worry nowadays - Room 302 had possibly the best security in the world, and the only edibles in the flat were a bottle of wine and a decomposing cat) - nobody was likely to call him.
But still it came - a blasphemous profanity yelled in an abandoned church, jolting Henry from his tortured dreams.
BRRRRRINGBRRRRRING... BRRRRRINGBRRRRRING...
Chelsea Dagger - The Fratellis
He watched her walk up the burning stairs in a daze - no escape from her hell now - would he escape it? Would he escape his? Watched her feet ascend, cheap plastic masquerading as leather melting in the flames that no-one should've been able to see but her. Black and shiny; child's shoes; a little girl in her church clothes walking willingly to her funeral pyre.
Starlight Heaven - Rika Matsumoto
Harry looked out of the window of the cafe where he came to - stared out into the milky fog. She was out there somewhere - she had to be? It wasn't fair - first his wife, now Cheryl. No more happy family - he was alone now and
He had to stop thinking like that! He'd find her and they'd go home (but not before he scolded her - what was she thinking running off like that?). Nothing to worry about - the town was abandoned. And those monsters couldn't have been anything but a dream. She was safe - he knew it.
But that knowledge didn't reassure him enough to stay a moment longer.
ryutsuki:1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them~
A Stroke of Luck - Garbage
Aah... sweet, refreshing colAGCCK!
Henry spat out the hard, metallic lump so unexpected in the recently purchased soda, gagging nauseated at the unwanted oral intrusion. What the hell kind of soft drinks company put free gifts inside their cans - no warning on the outside or anything - why, if he didn't have other things to deal with right now he'd be thinking about filing a class action against them! Heavens knew how many people had choked to death on them!
Wanting to get away from the vending machine that nearly killed him (not to mention the straggly haired girl floating through the station, trying to eviscerate him with only the power of her follicles) Henry ran, but not before noticing a flash of silver on the ground in the puddle of weakly fizzing cola.
A key?
Suspending his disbelief for now, Henry hastily pocketed his treasure and carried on towards the stairs.
Starman - David Bowie
A small girl, screaming on the TV set (switch on your TV we might pick him up on Channel 2). Heather looked face to face with ?herself - was that who it was? Then why couldn't she remember?
Littleheather screamed from under the drowning waves of static - crying for her daddy (that fits - I've always been daddy's little girl but whydon'tirememberanyofthis?) and Bigheather watched, feeling something familiar (but it didn't happen when did this happen i don't remember any of it it makes no fucking sense) like a distant voice on an untuned radio telling her to remember, to give in to her true self - not Heather, not even Cheryl but she who came before - waiting deep in her memory buried.
But alive.
And screaming.
Promises - Savage Garden
James ran panic-stricken through the labyrinth. Why was he never quick enough? No matter how hard he tried, Maria kept dying right in front of him, eviscerated by that red pyramid thing. It wasn't fair - every time he promised himself - promised Maria that he would save her; every time he failed. It was just like with
No. That was stupid. Mary died of her illness - he couldn't save her. He didn't even see her die. Just came home and she was gone. Nothing he could do.
But why did he feel so guilty about it - it just didn't ring true. And why did he question his memories more and more every time he saw Maria die?
Maybe if he could save Maria just once - keep his promise. Maybe then the creature would stop stalking them at every turn. That had to be it.
Had to be.
The Snake - Al Wilson
What the hell was that?
It stretched it's way out of the wall, jaws gaping to reveal... yet more gaping jaws. A grotesque (not to mention extremely phallic) parody of a snake - the one creature Heather couldn't stand (apart from Douglas, that was - Private Investigator her butt - only thing he was investigating was how to get her on her back with her legs in the air).
It lurched side to side, snapping it's toothless jaws and blindly trying to gum her to death. Heather closed her eyes and fought every instinct she had (fightnotflightfightnotflight), slowly walking backwards through no control of her own, the urge to flee growing stronger by the second, toes and fingers curling and CRACK!
She could get used to this.
Taken - Tracy Chapman
She looked upon her latest charge. Unassuming, quiet - boring, really. Another child for the mother that never existed.
She was just drywall and wood, but she had a memory - a horrific sentience brought about by the love of her son - so dedicated to giving her life. What else could a mother ask for above a son so willing to help his mother he would tear the hearts from her enemies and bring them to her - a stinking, dripping sack of purest love. So willing to help his mother not even death could stop him - the countdown to her birth continuing long after his life's blood stained the prison cell floor.
But why did he fight her so? Couldn't he see that his brother-from-her only had their mother's best interests at heart?
Rio - Goldfinger
He watched her sway, featureless ruin of a head tilting and swaying, following his every movement although she appeared blind, steel pipe twitching hypnotically in the air. Dancing, swaying - she was a thing of terrible beauty and wonderful grotesque, and James was entranced, moving closer, closer until he was upon her and
Clammy skin brushed softly against his own, tearing the jacket from his shoulders, the shirt beneath, the skin, the bone, the blood
The end.
Star - Erasure
Yes, this was the end - she could feel it. All her work had paid off - Alessa was back and soon God would be born - the stars themselves would fall to bow to him. There was however the slight problem of her being on fire - that had to be dealt with before she could bask in Sammael's glory, really.
Rolling around on the floor in a rose-coloured glow, Dahlia desperately tried to extinguish her clothes, but it was no use - the flames were too much for her withered old husk of a body to take.
Karma could be a bitch sometimes.
Ring Ring - ABBA
It sat there on the nightstand a picture of innocence - belying nothing of what it planned to do next. It shouldn't have even been able to do it - not only was it mysteriously unplugged, but Henry, friendless loser that he was, only really had the thing in case of chip-pan fires or break-ins (not that either of those were much of a worry nowadays - Room 302 had possibly the best security in the world, and the only edibles in the flat were a bottle of wine and a decomposing cat) - nobody was likely to call him.
But still it came - a blasphemous profanity yelled in an abandoned church, jolting Henry from his tortured dreams.
BRRRRRINGBRRRRRING... BRRRRRINGBRRRRRING...
Chelsea Dagger - The Fratellis
He watched her walk up the burning stairs in a daze - no escape from her hell now - would he escape it? Would he escape his? Watched her feet ascend, cheap plastic masquerading as leather melting in the flames that no-one should've been able to see but her. Black and shiny; child's shoes; a little girl in her church clothes walking willingly to her funeral pyre.
Starlight Heaven - Rika Matsumoto
Harry looked out of the window of the cafe where he came to - stared out into the milky fog. She was out there somewhere - she had to be? It wasn't fair - first his wife, now Cheryl. No more happy family - he was alone now and
He had to stop thinking like that! He'd find her and they'd go home (but not before he scolded her - what was she thinking running off like that?). Nothing to worry about - the town was abandoned. And those monsters couldn't have been anything but a dream. She was safe - he knew it.
But that knowledge didn't reassure him enough to stay a moment longer.
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