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katikatSo, last night, I played with my layout. For hours and hours. The header and the colors etc. etc. And when it was all finished, I realized that I was sick of The Boxer. I dumped the whole thing and switched over to Quite Lickable - which is really user-friendly now. And thus, a new layout was born :P
And to celebrate it, I wrote two Supernatural drabbles for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
supernatural100 community :P
# 73 “Strike”
Midnight, the ancient clock strikes twelve.
Sam holds his breath, heart racing, eyes staring, unblinking, at the circle on the dusty floorboards.
Pleasepleaseplease…
The circle flares, the runes shine so bright they blind.
Then it’s dark again, the candles snuffed by a gust of wind, the full moon the only source of light, its silvery beams streaming through the dirty windows.
And there, inside the circle on the stained floor, his brother lies in a shivering heap.
Sam drops to his knees, sobbing in relief. Twenty eight days of loneliness he never wants to experience again.
“Welcome back, Dean.”
The End
and
# 70 “Alive”
Sam is eight when their Dad kills the Demon.
And the world ends. Literally.
The earth opens, souls escaping from Hell, screeching, enraged, fiery winds swirl across the country and ashes rain from the red heaven above.
The boys sit huddled together under a cliff, eyes shut tight, clinging to each other as the scalding storm tears at their clothes, burning their naked skin.
But then it’s all over.
An eerie quiet settles all around them and they realize – to their utter surprise – that they are still alive…
And they cry in despair… because no one else is.
The End
Huzzah! When I'm tired, I write. I know, I'm weird :D
And to celebrate it, I wrote two Supernatural drabbles for the
supernatural100 community :P # 73 “Strike”
Midnight, the ancient clock strikes twelve.
Sam holds his breath, heart racing, eyes staring, unblinking, at the circle on the dusty floorboards.
Pleasepleaseplease…
The circle flares, the runes shine so bright they blind.
Then it’s dark again, the candles snuffed by a gust of wind, the full moon the only source of light, its silvery beams streaming through the dirty windows.
And there, inside the circle on the stained floor, his brother lies in a shivering heap.
Sam drops to his knees, sobbing in relief. Twenty eight days of loneliness he never wants to experience again.
“Welcome back, Dean.”
The End
and
# 70 “Alive”
Sam is eight when their Dad kills the Demon.
And the world ends. Literally.
The earth opens, souls escaping from Hell, screeching, enraged, fiery winds swirl across the country and ashes rain from the red heaven above.
The boys sit huddled together under a cliff, eyes shut tight, clinging to each other as the scalding storm tears at their clothes, burning their naked skin.
But then it’s all over.
An eerie quiet settles all around them and they realize – to their utter surprise – that they are still alive…
And they cry in despair… because no one else is.
The End
Huzzah! When I'm tired, I write. I know, I'm weird :D
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Date: 2007-05-09 04:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-09 07:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-09 04:36 pm (UTC)In Alive there is again seen your liking for the Winchesters and (post)apocalyptic events. Altrought I do not share this one, 10 points for Strike!
Btw... how about some sleep?
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Date: 2007-05-09 07:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-09 07:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-10 04:11 am (UTC)And they cry in despair… because no one else is.
Oh, boys.
Great job on both of these drabbles. I like how aching and eerie they were.
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Date: 2007-05-10 06:23 pm (UTC)