Gleams Which Pass (original) (raw)

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26th March 2006

julietveiled @ 10:53pm: Midnight City drabble Two men. One window. A clock is striking.

seed, lexicon, kiss, contrary

estllechauvelin @ 10:54pm: Mea Culpa Hughes should have lived. Any number of men he had killed himself with the four swords he went through did not trouble Enjolras’ mind. But of all of his friends, Combeferre should have survived. He would not have taken up the banner for himself, but he could have taught someone who would. The leaders were more impressive martyrs. Let the teachers live to explain.

But it was Combeferre who had died- not even fighting, but tending the wounded, and Enjolras knew he had put him there.

He also knew he would be able to beg his cousin’s forgiveness before long.

7th February 2006

shawk @ 2:41pm: Grantaire can't do anything right Well, here's a (depressing) go at this one: Pick a character. Write two drabbles about said character: one in which he does something good, one in which he does something bad. Bonus points if you link them somehow. It didn't really go where I was originally intending it to go, but hey, it's something.

They call him "Saint Francis." He does not care if it is in praise or scornful. He will give them whatever money he has, he will give them his shirt, his shoes. He often stumbles for he is often drunk, but somehow his drunkenness sharpens their bruised arms, their dirty faces, their matted hair, their ragged hems. He does not care about saving them the way the others do, he just can't stand to look in their eyes and see what is there, or what isn't there.

He does not want to see them, because to feel pity is deadly.

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When the scrawny girl sidles up to him, he at first does not notice her because she is like all the rest. She begins to tug up what he assumes was once a skirt. "Sir, sir," she says as she presses herself against him. She pats her grimy hair and smiles a gap-toothed smile.

"I have nothing. I have given it all away."

"Surely you have something." He makes the mistake of meeting her eyes. He shudders and shoves her, hard. She hits the wall with a crack, but he doesn't hear as he is already running, shoeless, shirtless. Ridiculous.

6th February 2006

mhari @ 7:35am: #116 Mmmkay. Let's try something different, then.

For the rest of this month, please post drabbles for any previous challenge that got no responses.

Some of the more recent of these are:

A character is talking to a member of the opposite sex. The topic of discussion is either food or religion.
Pick a character. Write two drabbles about said character: one in which he does something good, one in which he does something bad. Bonus points if you link them somehow.
An unknown friend.
Two men. One window. A clock is striking.
Playing a word game. Any sort, any interpretation.
This picture.
"Mea culpa"
Pick a character. Think of something they would surely never do or say. Write a ficlet in which they do or say that thing, making it as plausible as you can.

16th January 2006

mhari @ 1:14am: #115 - we're baaaaack. This week's challenge is:

A character is talking to a member of the opposite sex. The topic of discussion is either food or religion.

This week's keywords are:

dainty, trial, glaze, grin

Remember, you can use either of these prompts, or both, or both at once if you're feeling particularly ambitious.

19th December 2005

mhari @ 2:57pm: #114 Okay, I'll just say up front this time that I'm going to miss a week after this. Holidays, wot?

This week's challenge:
Naughty or Nice -- pick a character. Write two drabbles about said character: one in which he does something good, one in which he does something bad. Bonus points if you link them somehow.

This week's keywords:

contrived, routine, ash, snow

You can do either the main challenge or the keywords, or combine them into one if you feel ambitious.

13th December 2005

vivelabagatelle @ 7:03pm: Wrote this for the "modern" challenge. Or, rather, I unearthed it as it was originally a sketch for a longer fic.

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Considerably over 100 words

1st December 2005

la_lanterne @ 8:34pm: Look, I'm writing again! *is proud* These aren't very polished; I mainly just wrote them and then fixed the grammar and word choice a little. One hundred words apiece, because I like the challenge of fitting a particular word count.

And also, the first one? So, so true. Factory work is too boring to be true.

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28th November 2005

mhari @ 11:15pm: #113 This week's challenge:
Modernes! Write about a character as s/he would be if they lived around about now. Adjust names, nationalities, occupations, etc. as you see fit.

No word limits, but cut the longer stuff, please.

This week's keywords:

clan, play, cluster, fury

You can do either the main challenge or the keywords, or combine them into one if you feel ambitious.

14th November 2005

mhari @ 9:10pm: #112 This week's challenge:
An unknown friend.

This week's keywords:
utter, white, hole, daydream

You can do either the main challenge or the keywords, or combine them into one if you feel ambitious.

6th November 2005

julietveiled @ 10:17pm: #111 - autumn, endings, vain, sour, green, arch Autumn ends with a sight more brilliance than it began. In the same arching, expectant breath that heralds the birth of the Pontmercys’ first child, dusty brown autumn is over and the diamond clarity of winter has begun. Cosette beams tiredly down at the squalling, sour-faced child, in whose wrinkled red face only sharp green eyes allow for a sense of humanity, and Marius feels a pang of doubt, and a thought that he tries in vain to quench: This is not the beginning of their life as a family; this is the end of their life as a couple.

Procrastinating with drabbles. x____x

7th November 2005

mhari @ 12:02am: #111 A thousand apologies, as usual.

This week's challenge:
Write a drabble about autumn, and endings.

This week's keywords:
vain, sour, green, arch

You can do either the main challenge or the keywords, or combine them into one if you feel ambitious.

29th October 2005

la_lanterne @ 8:45pm: Not that I've ever felt like Jehan, oh no, not at all in any way.
In other words, curse that poxed IB for its massively maddening assingments.

The room is entirely filled with books and papers, though admittedly this is easily done, there not being much room to fill. Jehan, ink-stained, is somewhere in the middle of it, scribbling frantically. Courfeyrac carefully picks his way over to him.
”Just have to find...” Jehan mutters, pulling a sheet of paper out from the middle of a stack, which slides gently down onto the floor. ”I’m almost finished.”
”You were finished yesterday.”
”I made a mistake; I have to set it right. Just let me work.”
”You’re over-working yourself. It is only an essay, you know.”
Jehan scribbles on.

15th October 2005

mhari @ 2:44am: I LIVE. But 'vroche doesn't. The boy holds his brother tightly by the hand, as though the street is a river that might sweep them apart. Night has fallen; his legs ache from walking. The cake stolen from the swans is long gone.

His brother has begun to cry.

"Hey!" comes a familiar blithe voice from the shadows, "this won't do, brats. Come on."

They follow him, stumbling. When he finally halts, they are almost too tired to stand, but he points to a lighted window, farther down the street. "You're safe there," he says, and is gone.

It is the night of June 7th.

Current Mood: accomplished

4th October 2005

mhari @ 1:19am: #108 (I haven't been to bed yet. Ergo, it is still Monday.)

This week's challenge:

Two men. One window. A clock is striking.

This week's keywords:

seed, lexicon, kiss, contrary

26th September 2005

mhari @ 11:06pm: #107 This week's challenge: Write about a character bleeding.

Keyword challenge: blue, fade, unhealthy, wish.

12th September 2005

julietveiled @ 10:41am: Valjean/Tholomyes; cotton, orderly, stint For challenge #106 - both an improbable pairing (Valjean/Tholomyes, though I should probably try to think of something less plausible), and the keywords (cotton, orderly, stint).

Cut for 310 words.

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mhari @ 10:34am: #106 This week's challenge is:

Write a drabble with the most improbable pairing you can think of. Bonus points if you make it plausible. :)

This week's keywords are:

cotton, orderly, stint

Remember, you can use either of these prompts, or both, or both at once if you're feeling particularly ambitious.

bewareofitalics @ 2:56am: Ack, it's been too long since I've posted here. But I promised rainbowjehan I'd write something for this challenge (and future ones, I hope), so here I am, and I hope the idea isn't too silly. Yay minor characters! (Warning: abuse of the word "ragged.")

^^^^^^

There was an old woman hobbling down the streets of Paris. A ragged shawl covered her shoulders, a ragged scarf covered her hair. As Javert passed her, something familiar in her profile caught his eye. “Valjean,” he hissed.

The woman stopped. “Do you know me, Monsieur?”

“Of course; I have seen through better disguises.”

The woman laughed raggedly. “Your disguise is better than mine, Monsieur, for I cannot place you at all. But you must know me well – I have not been a Valjean for many years.”

“Do not play games, Jean Valjean.”

“Jean! Why then, you know my brother!”

7th September 2005

tiamatschild @ 10:23am: I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist. “Marie! Marie, wait, I’m so sorry, I never meant to, and you really can’t run off in those clothes it – ”

Enjolras starts at the hand on his shoulder, turning him about. Normally something like that would never work – if he doesn’t want to move, he doesn’t move – but he’s surprised and hasn’t had a chance to collect himself.

He finds himself being stared at by a man whose fear is rapidly turning to embarrassment.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I – Your hair. From behind… My mistake, sorry.”

It’s the second time in two weeks.

Enjolras sighs and continues on to class.