nestar: (OUaT Death Can Not Stop True Love)
So rather then write my Nano story, my plot bunnies all rallied around last night's episode of "Once Upon a Time".


"Only in My Dreams"
Snow/James | 200 words
A Dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep... )
nestar: (STR Space Monkeys)
I should be sleeping but now that I got my muse talking I can't shut her up.

[livejournal.com profile] erinm_4600 wanted Doug Dorsey and The Queen.

“So there we were, tied 2 - 2, down to the last 30 seconds and they had just gotten a power play. I still don't know how our wing manged to get the puck, but I'll never forget the look on their goalie face when he ripped his mask off after the buzzer.”

“I just can't believe that you play hockey.”

“Why?”

“You're a Queen! You rule a country! You wear a crown! How do you end up playing hockey?”

“I grew up in a palace made of ice, what else was there to do?”


[livejournal.com profile] moony_blues wanted Alt!Kirk and Han Solo.

“I call dibs on the chick that just walked in.”

“The green one or blue one?”

“The green one.”

“Okay.”





“Whoever loses buys the next round.”

“Cool.”





“Well, duty calls.”

“See you next week?”

“Yeah. It was nice talking to you.”
nestar: (Default)
Just a drabble that came to me while reading "Dollhouse" reviews. I am not Joss Whedon, so I do not own any of the characters here in.




It hadn't been easy, not even for a man like he had used to be, an Operative who knew where to look, but he had done it. Had found the trail of programs and experiments that traced back from River Tam.

He sorted through them all, looking for the one that could have been said to be the first – the one from which all others built on.

And he found it.

Before the physical conditioning programs that brought forth pure brute power super-soldiers.
Before the mental conditioning programs that brought forth human computers and semi-psychics.
Even before the exodus from Earth-that-was.

The word reverberated in the air of his room even as the blade of his katana pierced his heart, “Dollhouse.”
nestar: (mrs doug dorsey)
Disclamer: This is for entertainment only. I am not Tony Gilroy or MGM. I am making no money off of this story.

Here are the last three drabbles. This puts me at 8 out of 10 done for the theme. Yeah!


 

Fear... )

 

 

 

Depression... )

 

 

 

Anger... )

 

"Hate"

Sep. 17th, 2008 06:25 pm
nestar: (mrs doug dorsey)
Disclamer: This is for entertainment only. I am not Tony Gilroy or MGM. I am making no money off of this story.



He should, by all rights, hate Doug. Every time the kiss was replayed on TV that hate should grow.

But he loved Kate, and she loved Doug, so in the end he couldn't.

For what reason, anyway?

Because of Doug Kate had grown, had forced herself to mature in ways he hadn't even thought were even possible.

She had taken risks because of Doug.

She had become a woman because of Doug.

And that was a very telling thing. He loved the girl Kate was, while Doug loved the woman she could be.

How could Hale hate Doug for that?
nestar: (fangirl Steve)
A drabble to pick up your day (Mostly for Erin, cus she's stuck in a cold waiting room).


 

 


I am so bad just to leave it at that moment ::evil laugh::

"Joy"

Jul. 18th, 2008 11:16 pm
nestar: (Mrs Doug Dorsey)
Disclamer: This is for entertainment only. I am not Tony Gilroy or MGM. I am making no money off of this story.


They had done it. Some how they had gotten over the past and moved on.

How she had flown. Flown so beautifully.

The first time he had seen Kate skate there had been a tugging within him. Then there had been the phone call from Jack and that tugging returned.

The day he had seen a tape of Doug there had been a thump in his chest. When Doug said he would give it a try the thumping set up a steady beat.

But now...

Anton thought his heart might burst from the joy of it.

How she had flown.

nestar: (Default)
My take on Penny's reaction to Billy saying Bad Horse.




"Greed"

Jun. 30th, 2008 07:43 am
nestar: (Mrs Doug Dorsey)
I drabbled again! But don't worry, there might just be an epic length story coming out before this table is done.


Disclamer: This is for entertainment only. I am not Tony Gilroy or MGM. I am making no money off of this story.


 





Comments are like winning the gold, so don't leave me with an empty inbox!

"Envy"

Jun. 29th, 2008 05:20 pm
nestar: (Mrs Doug Dorsey)
Oh no! I drabbled!


Disclamer: This is for entertainment only. I am not Tony Gilroy or MGM. I am making no money off of this story

 

Envy... )


Comments are like winning the gold!

Excitement

Jun. 29th, 2008 03:26 pm
nestar: (Mrs Doug Dorsey)

Disclamer: This is for entertainment only. I am not Tony Gilroy or MGM. I am making no money off of this story

 


 

Comments are like winning the gold!
nestar: (Default)

“We have to tell you something.” Kaylee stood with a hand on Simon's shoulder “Well... Simon and I are going to have a baby.”

The rest of the crew sat shocked. It was Inara who first broke the silence. “I was wondering when you finally say something.” She moved around the table to embrace Kaylee. “Congratulations!”

That seemed to bring everyone back to life and there was a rush to offer well-wishes.

“You knew?” Mal asked.

“Well, I suspected.” Inara raised an eyebrow “I couldn't think of anything else that would make Kaylee give up her home brewed 'juice'.”

nestar: (Subtext)
Warning: Here be crossover fic!
Disclamer: Sci-Fi owes all, I just watch.

Per

Oct. 18th, 2007 04:58 pm
nestar: (Jane Austen)
A/N: I wrote this for the drabble thread at firthness. the prompt was one of the novels in 100 words. Enjoy!

Wentworth: Merry Me?

Anne: Yes, oh wait... no.

Eight years later...

Fop!Elliot: To Bath!

Mary: What about me!

Vane!Elliot: Take Anne.

Wentworth: I'm back, but I hate you.

Anne: I still love him.

Wentworth: I like Barbie, er... Louisa.

Anne: Quietly loves Wentworth

Barbie: Catch me! Splat!

Anne: You do this, you do that!

Wentworth: I love Anne!

Cap. Friend: So when's the big day?

Wentworth: Shit!

Cap. Sad: Quotes poetry

Barbie: I love you instead!

Wentworth: Yeah, I'm free!

Evil!Elliot: Well, hello Anne!

Anne: Um, no!

Wentworth: Tell me not I am too late...

Anne: You're right on time! (Kisses)
nestar: (Always a Rouge)
Written for Khaki’s Opening Sentence Challenge on the WRBeta list.

Death was driving an emerald green Lexus. Driving fast, changing lanes without a thought, and chewing the biggest wad of gum Logan had ever seen.

I don’t deserve this. Yeah, I’ve done some bad stuff in my life, but no one should go like this. Logan thought.

“God Damn!” Logan hung to the handhold over his head. He was sure that last turn was on only two wheels.

“Ah, ah. You know that you shouldn’t swear, it shows a lack of intelligence.”

And now death was mocking him. My god, I never thought I’d be glad to see the mall.

Rogue flashed a smile as she parked. “Told ya I could get here in under ten minutes.”

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