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three more drabbles for the road
If I can jack these out ten at a time over a few days for fanfic there's no real reason why I can't do the same for not-fanfic. And so it goes.
vitamin c (audra)
Oranges make her think of Hong Kong holidays: red and gold banners, joss sticks burning, paper boats bobbing up and down in the water, candles. Sticky pastry and elaborate cakes. She dipped the sections in honey and ate them as she stared over the river and dreamed with the tiny lights.
It was a strange place to grow up, at the intersection of the old and new. She was an embassy child, always an outsider, towering over her classmates in fourth grade. Ancient festivals and cellphones cradled in the palm of your hand: science and feng shui, big businesses and ancestral ghosts.
Everywhere is a strange place to grow up to somebody came back one summer evening as she sent her thoughts out to the sea. It made sense. She stopped worrying about it.
overnight (fabian)
His father would take him out sometimes to watch the stars. And if Evan had had a few drinks (and Evan had usually had a few drinks on an average night when the weather was pleasant enough, or when it was terrible, or when the name of the day ended in a Y) he'd make up stories.
He grew up thinking there were hundreds of patterns in the sky: not just the Twins and the Great Bear and Cassiopeia, but also the Pint Glass and the Pub, the Ugly Scotsman and the Egg Sandwich and John Lee Hooker.
bright (jakob)
He was not the normal sort of physicist. He was a peacock in a field of penguins, with his leather and jeans and too many rings and hair that changed colours like the seasons did, big chunky boots and glasses that had a hope in hell of being trendy instead of merely functional. But it made life interesting. He was all for making life interesting. He was going to stick out in a crowd anyway: he figured he might as well go all the way with it.
vitamin c (audra)
Oranges make her think of Hong Kong holidays: red and gold banners, joss sticks burning, paper boats bobbing up and down in the water, candles. Sticky pastry and elaborate cakes. She dipped the sections in honey and ate them as she stared over the river and dreamed with the tiny lights.
It was a strange place to grow up, at the intersection of the old and new. She was an embassy child, always an outsider, towering over her classmates in fourth grade. Ancient festivals and cellphones cradled in the palm of your hand: science and feng shui, big businesses and ancestral ghosts.
Everywhere is a strange place to grow up to somebody came back one summer evening as she sent her thoughts out to the sea. It made sense. She stopped worrying about it.
overnight (fabian)
His father would take him out sometimes to watch the stars. And if Evan had had a few drinks (and Evan had usually had a few drinks on an average night when the weather was pleasant enough, or when it was terrible, or when the name of the day ended in a Y) he'd make up stories.
He grew up thinking there were hundreds of patterns in the sky: not just the Twins and the Great Bear and Cassiopeia, but also the Pint Glass and the Pub, the Ugly Scotsman and the Egg Sandwich and John Lee Hooker.
bright (jakob)
He was not the normal sort of physicist. He was a peacock in a field of penguins, with his leather and jeans and too many rings and hair that changed colours like the seasons did, big chunky boots and glasses that had a hope in hell of being trendy instead of merely functional. But it made life interesting. He was all for making life interesting. He was going to stick out in a crowd anyway: he figured he might as well go all the way with it.
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These are all lovely, these and the ones in the last post. Sweet and sad. You've written about these characters before right? They seem familiar.
*hopes she doesn't sound too stalker-ish*
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I most recently wrote about them here (http://phinnia.livejournal.com/1639154.html) - it was through someone else's eyes but the personalities are clear.
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*thoughtful look* We don't have TV at our place, so I'm not even sure of who you're fanficcing. However, I like each of these little snippets regardless.
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Er, what's the link between oranges and hong kong, think I'm missing a cultural wotsit.
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And thank you. <3 The eventual /plan/ is to balance the two.
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Your fanfic is very well written, I just don't know the characters and feel a bit lost, but with your originals I'm keen to find out more about them as you create. You're a bit good at this, you know.
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--C
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