Topic: WHAT'S-LEFT-OF-FEBRUARY WRITING CHALLENGE " First Love"

The 'What's-Left-of-February Firefly Writing Challenge' is, in honour of Valentine's Day tomorrow, this:

"FIRST LOVE", in 200 words or less.

Looking for some really creative scribbling here, as 200 words ain't a lot, and 'first love' might apply to pretty much anything! 

Can be written from the POV of any of your Firefly characters.

Entries to be posted here please.

Deb

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Noted. Here's my entry:

Mimi and Ayumu

Miriam Jackson sat in the dressing room, brushing her long red hair as she waited for the photographer to summon her to the main floor of the studio. A magazine lay open in front of her and she continued to read about the love life of one of her rivals in the celeb world that she’d just started to enter.

Her mind ran over today’s shoot. Nothing too difficult, but lying around in expensive underwear was not really something that could be construed as difficult in most circumstances. However, she’d been informed that her regular photographer had fallen ill and some new guy was replacing him for the shoot.

There was a knock at the door and she turned to it.

“Come in”, she called.

A scrawny East Asian man with greasy black hair, a large spot on his chin and thick-rimmed glasses entered. He smiled as he looked at Mimi.

“Hello, Miss Jackson”, he said, “My name is Ayumu. May I welcome you and say that you’re just as hot in the flesh as in real life. I hope you’ll have fun”.

She did – for many years, with that exception of the 17-hour labour for their second child.

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Wow, 200 words is HARD. I had to do some serious cutting/editing, as originally this was nearly 300 words. I didn't count the title for the 200 word count.

A cup of coffee
Hot foam flooded over the ceramic cup, covering the distracted man's hand. The cup shattered on the floor as he shouted. He clutched his hand between his legs.

"You alright?" the young woman in the qípáo uniform asked, standing on her toes to see his hand across the counter.

Despite the pain, his heart fluttered at her concern. He stuck his hand under cold water.

"Ah, it ain't nothing. Happens more often then people know. See this?" 

He pulled up his shirt. A scar splattered his stomach. "A pot shattered. Sprayed coffee everywhere."

The woman inhaled sharply at seeing the man's bare chest. Her face flushed and then she giggled.

"I can relate - I work at my parent's restaurant. Look." She pulled down her collar nearly to her breast, exposing delicate skin blemished by a scar. "Hot oil."

Now he blushed at her exposure, then laughed nervously. "Guess we have somethin' in common. What's your name?" he asked.

"Fiona," she replied. "And yours?"

"Jonathan. Jonathan Somerset. Pleased to meet you, Ms. Fiona."

He stuck out his watery hand. She paused a moment, and then shook it firmly, laughing as Jonathan yelped in pain. Then they were both laughing.

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Buzzards and Embers

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Colt stood on the bluff overlooking the small town. Buzzards circled overhead. He had a pack of raccoon pelts and some snake skins to sell at the warehouse or the docks, wherever he could find a buyer, but the thought of human contact gave him pause. He was irritable and restless, too.

'Par for the course,' he thought to himself. He was always irritable and restless. He also ached, his hands felt numb, and his head hurt. Also all common, everyday experiences for him, and he’d idly wondered whether he was irritable because he was so achey or if the irritability predated the aches and were a psychosomatic cause.

But today was going to be different, dawn of a new him. He’d seen the Miranda Wave on his cortex and, with what he knew about the Alliance, had not dismissed it as a fake. He knew he was sick, possibly dying from the inside out, and, he’d reasoned, if his days were numbered, he might as well do something with them.



Suddenly, he was aware of someone stood behind him.

And yet he wasn’t tense. For once he felt quite relaxed.

The embers of his forgotten humanity were stirring.

Last edited by Ash Leighton Plom (2013-02-16 15:04:55)

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Wow, all so good!  smile

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Henry Eastman pulled on his boots and stepped out onto the square. As the first rays of daylight climbed over the horizon, he walked the short distance to the stables. Arabella had been lame for three days, and the vet wasn’t due till Tuesday.

She wasn’t exactly a working horse, considering he had the truck; she was more of a romantic indulgence to his childhood, and a nod to the notion of all that being mayor might once have been, a companion as he rode the outskirts of the town, scouting for bandits, a wide-brimmed leather hat on his head.

He found her in no worse a condition than the night before, but not improved. Most likely the leg was broken, and probably the vet would recommend he put her to sleep. 

He sighed.

He remembered the farm he grew up on, trailing round on horseback after his father, their faces sun kissed, while his mother and sisters worked in the house. He remembered the feel of the earth on his hands, its warmth and richness. He remembered the stables, the horses’ breath as he brushed them at the end of the day. 

He sighed again, and his eyes stung.

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Great! Now I want to do more... is that allowed? smile

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As many as you like.

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Good grief: 200 words is a challenge indeed! But I managed to cut my +1000 words back to 200 and here is the result:



Nadia

Mechanics Brint and Ryan were nearly done working on the mule, when captain Dung Fue shouted across the garage to all mechanics: “Meet our latest addition to the crew: Nadia Forlay. She knows her way around vehicles, but I need someone to show her the ropes.”
“ME!” Brint shouted eagerly.
The captain frowned. “No, Dao-Tsun. In fact, start working on that hover truck.” Brint gave the captain an angry look, but complied.
“Bow,” Dung Fue said, snapping Ryan back to the present. “You’ll do.”
“S- Sure, captain!”
“That’s settled. Forlay, leave your bag here, that’ll come later. Right now get to work.”
“Understood.” Nadia headed towards Ryan.
“Mr. Bow?” She extended her hand. Still not entirely sure what’d happened, Ryan answered. “R- Ryan.” He pulled a cloth from his back pocket and wiped his sweaty hand before shaking Nadia’s. “Grease,” he lied.
“Nadia Forlay. So, what’s wrong with this mule?”
“It’s… It’s not working,” Ryan stammered. He couldn’t stop staring at her.
Nadia laughed. “I figured that out for myself, Ryan.” His face turned red.
“Ooh, he blushes. Oh come on, Ryan. I’m just teasing you.”
Ryan sighed. Things around here were going to get a lot more interesting!

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Ethan Wren

Nine long months of arguing, screaming and tears now gave way to a quiet dawn with pinks and oranges lighting up the sky.  The rough mechanic sat down in his work overalls and long sleeved shirt, the smell of grease still on his clothes.  Not that the sleeping baby seemed to mind, probably inherited the family love of machines anyways. His hands were clean;  so he petted the tuff of bright ginger hair down and gently rocked the infant in his arms. 

Ethan held the pink blanket in his arms, looking as bright blue eyes looked up at him.  A determined bachelor, the man who ran the junk yard proudly claimed that sentimental drivel could not move him, but leave it to a bundle of six pounds to reduce him to tears.

‘Well niece, you’re mama has a good heart but a wild streak, so you’re going to be forgiving her a lot. Guess we can work on that together,” the man said with a nod of his head, shifting the small bundle as the little girl cooed.

Whatever else happened in the Verse, Ethan would know that everything he would do would be for Ellie, his niece.

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Epic writing is epic.

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Sure is.  big_smile

Any other takers for Feb?

Only a few days left, but 200 words is do-able in a few days!

I'm going to write another one...  tongue

Deb

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Darn, never got time to write up my second. Have the rough copy jotted out. Maybe I can use it for the next challenge. smile

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Tell you what, I'm going to take this one site-wide. Deb can do her one, of course, but this needs to go wider.

- GC

Re: WHAT'S-LEFT-OF-FEBRUARY WRITING CHALLENGE " First Love"

Great idea, let's get the whole community involved!

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Good idea Silent.  big_smile

Now I'll close this topic. March Firefly challenge coming up!

Deborah

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