HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Oct. 31st, 2004 02:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sub_dividedGood things about today (not necessarily my today, just today in general (Michingan):
-finally being allowed to tear down all those fake spiderwebs. Whose bright idea was it to let the shortest girl in the hall hang the Halloween decorations?
-if you're in the US like me, and aren't in certain parts of Indiana or New Mexico, then you get an extra hour of sleep tonight! If Franklin Roosevelt weren't dead I'd kiss him.
-endearingly unruly football hooligans. They're so much nicer when they're costumed and drunk. I'm sensing that there'll be many pairs of shoes hung from powerlines tommorrow, including possibly John's since he left them in the hallway and they mysteriously disappeared. Poor John - I remember what it was like to walk barefoot to the car in the cold.
I've been slacking off terribly on the fic front. Sorry! Here're two drabbles I wrote for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yasminm's "Genderswap" challenge at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
deathnote100 and then, um. Forgot to post and now the challenge is over and I missed it. Oops? Unfortunately for me genderswap is exactly the sort of thing that looks really bad out of context, but at least these really weren't all that good anyway.
Watching
"Good night, Raito~!" Misa left with the slight sway to her hips that meant she knew he was watching. All things considered, it was patently unfair.
"Why should she have it so easy?" Raito asked no one in particular. "Why does her shinigami take sides?" He turned to his own morbidly grinning god of death, for the first time regretting that Ryuk was only an observer, never an ally.
"Why couldn't you have been female?" It was a rhetorical question.
Because Ryuk's smile couldn't get any wider, bug eyes glowed. "What makes Raito so sure I'm not?" she purred.
***
Manipulation
Watching Misa leave was like watching a celebrity wedding, all trailing lace and exaggerated festivity and adoring hangers-on. Raito had a headache.
"It's not fair," she said to Ryuk. She pouted for him, prettily; the expression was familiar but so unlike her that Ryuk couldn't place it at first. "Why couldn't you have fallen for me? I'm much cuter than Misa. No, don't answer." Her mouth turned downwards and her eyes vicious all in an instant, playfulness erased with the ruthless efficiency of a slammed door.
Ryuk wondered, fascinated, whether that first face was the way everyone else saw her.
These don't feel complete at all. How do 100-word-drabble writers do it?
-finally being allowed to tear down all those fake spiderwebs. Whose bright idea was it to let the shortest girl in the hall hang the Halloween decorations?
-if you're in the US like me, and aren't in certain parts of Indiana or New Mexico, then you get an extra hour of sleep tonight! If Franklin Roosevelt weren't dead I'd kiss him.
-endearingly unruly football hooligans. They're so much nicer when they're costumed and drunk. I'm sensing that there'll be many pairs of shoes hung from powerlines tommorrow, including possibly John's since he left them in the hallway and they mysteriously disappeared. Poor John - I remember what it was like to walk barefoot to the car in the cold.
I've been slacking off terribly on the fic front. Sorry! Here're two drabbles I wrote for
yasminm's "Genderswap" challenge at deathnote100 and then, um. Forgot to post and now the challenge is over and I missed it. Oops? Unfortunately for me genderswap is exactly the sort of thing that looks really bad out of context, but at least these really weren't all that good anyway.Watching
"Good night, Raito~!" Misa left with the slight sway to her hips that meant she knew he was watching. All things considered, it was patently unfair.
"Why should she have it so easy?" Raito asked no one in particular. "Why does her shinigami take sides?" He turned to his own morbidly grinning god of death, for the first time regretting that Ryuk was only an observer, never an ally.
"Why couldn't you have been female?" It was a rhetorical question.
Because Ryuk's smile couldn't get any wider, bug eyes glowed. "What makes Raito so sure I'm not?" she purred.
***
Manipulation
Watching Misa leave was like watching a celebrity wedding, all trailing lace and exaggerated festivity and adoring hangers-on. Raito had a headache.
"It's not fair," she said to Ryuk. She pouted for him, prettily; the expression was familiar but so unlike her that Ryuk couldn't place it at first. "Why couldn't you have fallen for me? I'm much cuter than Misa. No, don't answer." Her mouth turned downwards and her eyes vicious all in an instant, playfulness erased with the ruthless efficiency of a slammed door.
Ryuk wondered, fascinated, whether that first face was the way everyone else saw her.
These don't feel complete at all. How do 100-word-drabble writers do it?
