| Gusmas Challenge |
[Nov. 27th, 2010|01:11 am] |
Title: New Year's Eve Party
Author: bidyke73
Prompt(s): Dec. 29 Fortune Cookies
Notes: Multi-drabble 9x100 words, unbeta-ed fluffy Post-513 story from Justin's POV. Please write me a PM if you find really bad mistakes. Otherwise just keep'em. (I'm not sure if it's common in other parts of the world, but I just boldly included a German New Year's Eve custom into my story: We watch B. Ronstein's legendary slapstick comedy „Dinner For One“ from 1963 at least once on New Year's Eve to get into the right mood before the actual celebration, and yes, we always watch it in English. „Same procedure as every year.“ is the most famous quote from it, but I guess my story is understandable without knowing the actual film. If you're curious, it's here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6lzQxjGL9S0&feature=related) |
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| Gusmas Challenge |
[Nov. 27th, 2010|02:33 pm] |
Title: The Sound of Silence
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) jule1122
Prompt: Make a wish
Notes: This one is full of angst. Sorry. Title is from the Simon and Garfunkel song
Brian didn’t believe in God or angels or anyone but himself. He hadn’t for a very long time.
But holding Justin’s bleeding body, he prayed, bargained and wished harder than he ever had before. Then he begged and pleaded, finally resorting to pathetic threats that meant nothing.
Out of words, he sat silently, straining to hear the faint sounds of Justin’s breathing. Time slowed and stretched into an eternity. Brian felt his improbable chance at happiness slipping away; Justin paying the price as Brian was judged and found wanting.
He waited, certain his final “Please, God,” fell on deaf ears. |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Nov. 27th, 2010|11:14 pm] |
Title: Home for the Holidays 2: Whose Story To Tell?
Author: frantic_quest
Prompt: November 27: Emergency Room Picture
Notes: Season 1 Drabble Series for drabylon dollars!
“Has Brian mentioned his family to you at all, honey?” Deb was in the kitchen, packaging pounds of pasta earmarked for the AIDS Hospice.
“Not really.” Justin answered, passing her another Tupperware container. “He told me he’s not close to his Dad, but never really talks about his Mom or anyone else.”
“Sis.” Vic shot her a warning glance.
“What?” Deb challenged.
“It’s Brian’s story to tell, not yours.” Vic answered quietly.
“You weren’t here, Vic. You didn’t take that kid to the emergency room on a regular basis.” Deb bristled indignantly.
Vic headed upstairs.
“Tell me, Deb.” Justin whispered. |
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