Friday DE

[thebattycakes]

Hellooooo Milliways! Happy Friyay, y'all!

I've been in a funk, I'll admit, but the last couple of days I have felt the fire for creativity and been excited about taking up things (and then yesterday had to curtail that because work and a deadline ate up my entire day). So, let's get creative and have a Fic Friday!

BUT, let's do it with a twist.

Stealing one of my own ideas from the DE Suggestion Box (feel free to leave your own for future DE's!), today will be reverse fic prompts.

Instead of tagging in with your characters, tag in with random fic prompts and people can browse through and pick up ones to write fic with using their own pups and then share.

One of the things I find myself doing as I go about my day is I pick up random ideas, song lyrics, snatches of dialogue that could make for a story. Most of the time I have characters in mind to assign these to, but sometimes I don't and I end up squirreling them away until I find someone they'd work for.

Share those tidbits now, whether their phrases, song lyrics, first lines, whatever, and maybe they'll find a home with someone's character.

No word limit today, short or long, if the mood strikes, write!

Comments

[ceitfianna]

This is a really interesting twist on Fic Friday.
-No time
-Cold tea
-Doing enough
-Quantity vs quality
-Snow day
-Change the angle
-See to tomorrow
-Safe in a crowd

[bjornwilde]

Ashsoaker moved to the music of the block rave; the baseline nearly pulling her into the Spirit world. Times like this, when the crowds moved as one, as one soul with one purpose, this was when she loved life. This was when she knew there was better in the world.

Humanity was tribal and global, a community at heart, and the corps couldn't change that. At least not on the large scale.

A person could be mean and bitter and selfish, but people were not. And that person? They just needed reminding from time to time.

The first hint there was something wrong felt like a sliver of ice caressing her spine. A discordance entered the dancing then, though it wasn't in the music. She could tell that much. Making her way to the edge of the dancing crowd, she looked about for what the spirits were trying to tell her.

This certainly would be easier if she'd be a more typical shaman. Bonding with Dog or Cat or even Rat would mean they could tell her directly. By Dog or Cat or Rat hadn't reached out to her. City had and it was just rude to ignore a call like that. So she did what she could.

Suddenly she was shoved to the side and nearly off her feet. Recovering she looked back to apologize for not paying attention but found a large fight had replaced the dancers. Two of the neighborhood gangs were circling each other and tensions were rising, which didn't make any sense. The gangs weren't friends but they shared the neighborhood, taking care of those who lived there. Now they fought?

Shifting her sight inward and to the Spirits, she saw a mist like bruises woven into the human heat and music. She had to stare at it for some moments before she saw the pattern, and from the pattern, she found the source. A man just behind the DJ, burning incense with his eyes rolled back in his head. And a tough-looking human guarding him which he worked.

Pulling out her needle gun and slipping between the bystanders, she heading their way.

[ceitfianna]

Wow, this is so evocative and tense. I want to know what happens next.

[bjornwilde]

Thanks. It was inspired by my recent Shadowrun reading in which I felt there wasn’t enough mystic BS happening. I think I’ll be expanding it for some fun as I didn’t quite capture what I wanted.

[thebattycakes]

Ooo, very interesting. This is another where I don't know the canon but I've been pulled in anyways.

Very cool, thank you for sharing!