taste_is_sweet: (Really You Can)
I had a bunch of stuff to say about this one, which naturally I've completely forgotten. The title is of course a pun on that famous song by Culture Club. I was trying to explain my idea for the bingo square fill to my awesome sis [livejournal.com profile] squeakyoflight and we started singing:

Coma, coma, coma, coma chameleon,
Zero Glasgow! Zero Glasgow!

Yeah, I have no idea either.

Anyway, the fic! I'm not sure where this should go in the timeline exactly, so right now I'll just put it as the most recent. This is a list of all the Pape and Danforth vignettes, more-or-less in chronological order:

Side Effects May Include Sleep Problems
The Girl in the Kitten Toque
Boots or Hearts
The Old Man at the Window
The Nesquick and the Dead
The Old Lady and her Dog
Stealing Costs Everybody
Pape and Danforth

Title: Coma Chameleon
Length: 2,658 Words
Rating: R (for language and description of violance)
Warnings: None
HC_Bingo Square: Coma (Bingo card is here.)

Summary: "You're the one making it up," Mike said completely seriously. "You probably have brain-damage." He didn't even look like he was enjoying himself, just delivering grim information.

Charles woke up because Mike was kicking him )
taste_is_sweet: (Default)
Hi, guys! Happy Friday! I post bearing more original fiction.

Specifically, another vignette in my Pape and Danforth series. Remember them? No? Why am I not surprised? ::g::

Here is the most recent master list of all the stories, listed in order with the first story in the narrative (more or less) at the bottom:

The Girl in the Kitten Toque
Boots or Hearts
The Old Man at the Window
The Nesquick and the Dead
The Old Lady and her Dog
Stealing Costs Everybody
Pape and Danforth

Title: Side Effects May Include Sleep Problems
Length: 1,912 Words
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Warnings: Mention of recreational drug use
HC_Bingo Square: Exhaustion (Bingo card is here.)

Summary: Charles shook his head. "It's nothing," he croaked. "I just…" I need proof that you're alive, but he couldn't say that. He reached for him instead, because the one true difference between real people and dead people was that if someone was dead you couldn't touch them.

Kind of Long Author's Note: I have to say I'm a bit disappointed that I wasn't able to come up with anything less directly related to the prompt. I generally like being more subtle. But on the other hand this is a pretty unsubtle series anyway, so hopefully it fits. :)

I also didn't intend for the whole thing to be such a Public Service Announcement. As of this addition, I've written about the evils of stealing, smoking, neglectful parenting, and now drugs. Next I'll probably write something about the importance of wearing a seat belt. All I can say is that I'm sorry and I'm really not proselytizing; It just kind of happened.

The door banged open a second later and Josh crashed into the apartment. )
taste_is_sweet: (Imagination Movers!)
Because I first read about this on [livejournal.com profile] ariadnes_string's LJ and then saw that [livejournal.com profile] alyse and all the other cool kids were doing it, I've decided to sign up for [livejournal.com profile] hc_bingo.

This might seem like an exercise in futile insanity (I'd say 'whimsical insanity' but I don't do whimsy), but it's not, I swear! I have a plan.

The first part of the plan is to take merciless advantage of the fact that you don't have to fill in the entire card to succeed at this thing and that you can also take an entire year to do it. The second part of the plan is to use the prompts as inspiration for original fic*, because one can never have too much inspiration and if I do this right I might just end up with a collection of stories I can either try to get into professional anthologies or self-publish on Amazon.com.

I'm stoked about this, I have to say. Pretty much everything I write turns into H/C eventually, and I'm already having a great time thinking of how I can use some of these prompts to help expand vignettes I've written into full novellas or novels. Heck, nearly the whole card seems tailor-made for the Pape and Danforth thing I've been poking at. Well, maybe not the "Archaic Medicine"... (ETA: Naturally the first one I filled was "Archaic Medicine".)

Anyway, here's my card under the cut. Pretty cool, huh? Except the "Poltergeist" prompt, because ghosts kind of freak me out.

My hc_bingo card )

*Except for the SGA fanfic I'm going to write for [livejournal.com profile] raphe1 because of her winning and extremely awesome bid at [livejournal.com profile] help_japan.
taste_is_sweet: (I Mean It)
Hello again. The theme for this round was, 'The Devil is in the Details.'

I'm going to admit right now that the theme probably won't be obvious in here, but every time I thought of it, this scene kept popping into my head. I think it's because of a conversation I had about store clerks with a friend of mine. She told me how important it was for the managers to make sure all the products were in straight lines with the labels pointing out at the customers.

Arrogant though it may sound--and I certainly don't mean for it to be--'the Devil is in the details' fits my writing in general (though I've always said 'God is in the details'). To me, details are what make the story: the tiny, ephemeral things that can nonetheless do so much for setting and character. I love adding them in to my writing. And there are a lot of details here.

This is another scene from my Pape and Danforth universe. More Gills will be forthcoming (or is the redundant?) but the scene I have in mind is long and currently I don't have the energy to tackle it. Hopefully at some point next week.

But I really like this Pape and Danny one. I hope you enjoy it as well.

([livejournal.com profile] brigits_flame link, because I know you were waiting for it.)

You know what your problem is? )
taste_is_sweet: (Pills)
Yes, happy campers, I am back in the game and bearing a vignette. This is another scene from my Pape and Danforth universe, for those who might care remember. For them what might be interested, here are the previous scenes in chronological order (earliest at the bottom):

Boots or Hearts
The Old Man at the Window
The Nesquick and the Dead
The Old Lady and her Dog
Pape and Danforth

The theme this week was 'Beat', which did actually have something to do with this, if only in my subconscious. And here is a link to [livejournal.com profile] brigits_flame.

As with all the other scenes in this 'verse, there are huge warnings for really, really bad language.

Thank you very much for reading. I hope you like it.

He was trying not to notice the woman further down the aisle, the one examining the boxes of painkillers. )
taste_is_sweet: (Moved to Canada)
The theme this week was 'Chaos'. The title comes from a song of the same name by The Tragically Hip, one of the greatest Canadian bands to ever grace my homeland. It also has a lyric I've wanted to use as an epigraph for about four years, but have never ever managed it. This isn't that lyric, because the Universe delights in mocking me. It's a different one.

I realized while I was writing this that I've got characters crying two weeks in a row. I feel another unintended theme coming on. Go, me.

When it starts
To fall apart
It really falls apart
Like boots or hearts
When they start
They really fall apart

(Here is an obligatory link to [livejournal.com profile] brigits_flame.)

Joshua frowned. 'It's not like I fight every time I go out.' )
taste_is_sweet: (I'm Not Scared)
Since the prompt for this one was, 'It's quiet now', I wasn't thinking about music particularly, until out of the blue I remembered Song for a Winter's Night by Gordon Lightfoot. You can download it if you like, and I hope you will, because it's beautiful and heartbreaking and can still make me cry sometimes, even after nearly thirty years.

Anyway, here's something short and Hallowe'eny. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy it.

He didn't know what had woken him now, since the apartment was dark and quiet )
taste_is_sweet: (Owen is Screaming)
Apparently this has become 'musical prompt month!' for me, because 'Besieged', the prompt for this round, almost instantly made me think of Fortress Around Your Heart by Sting. (And if I built a fortress / around your heart / and circled you in trenches and barbed wire....) The lyrics are great, but I have to admit what I've always loved best about this song was how he belts out And IF I at the beginning of each chorus. And the part about going off to fight battles in his head, because that appeals to me in the same way that beating the hell out of guys in my stories does, apparently.

[livejournal.com profile] brigits_flame has revealed so much to me about the bizarre mechanations of my strange little mind.

Mmmm. Sting.

ANYWAY, I was thinking about robots, and something about robots under siege, but I made the mistake of looking up 'Besieged' at thefreedictionary.com (I actually do have a hardback Pocket Oxford, but hey, it was all the way across the room). I read two of the definitions and got this: more stuff from the Pape and Danforth...thing I started back in round one, which some people had requested I continue.

Not many people, mind, but I do believe in meeting the audience's wishes when possible. :)

So, I swear to God, [livejournal.com profile] mermaidbia and [livejournal.com profile] watchclarewrite, that I will write about robots. At some point. Really. Hey, I might even write something else for this round before voting starts. But in the meantime, I am posting this here. I hope you enjoy it.

This is kind of gross, but there are no deaths, injuries, illnesses or animals that were harmed in the writing of this piece of fiction. And it's not gross for very long, honest. It's also a prequel to my previous entry, The Nesquick and the Dead.

The dog whined miserably, as if apologizing. )
taste_is_sweet: (Totally Tasty!)
The title made me laaaaaugh.... Ah, I am such a goof.

Anyway, the prompt up at [livejournal.com profile] brigits_flame this week was "Fuel". What sprung to mind first was Steam by Peter Gabriel (gotta love those 80s graphics).

Give me steam
And how you feel can make it real
Real as anything you've seen

Anyway, I didn't use that.

I wanted to write something with robots--I love robots, hapless, eager-to-please, misunderstood AIs--but after walking on glass for the first lousy 317 words, I realized it just wasn't happening. (One of these days I will actually mange to write a vignette with a robot in it, I swear.) But, to me fuel has always been food, among other things, so I ended up doing something with that.

This is a continuation of my Pape and Danforth storyline. I'm not quite as proud of it as I was of the original, but I do think it's funny.

And here it is. Thank you all, as usual, for reading. :)

Yeah, yeah, I get it. I'm the fucking wind beneath your wings. )
taste_is_sweet: (Pills)
This week the prompt had to start, "There it goes". There were a fair number of ideas that came to mind for this, mostly involving spaceships, as is my wont.

I was determined to try something new this week, however, so I avoided anything sci-fi or involving werewolves. And there are young men in this, but not bleeding. Unless you count contusions.

Please note that this has a hell of a lot of swearing.

Josh shook his head, then grinned. I've got some bite marks.  )


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