A little drabble...
Nov. 23rd, 2006 11:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
newnumber6I don't normally post my writings, I guess some level of fear for me to put my stuff out there. But, I did this one last night... it's another of those 'exactly 100 word' stories/drabbles.
The Stars Were Right
They always said Millie and I were each other’s destiny, but something was always in the way.
Then it finally happened. The stars aligned. We were both single.
That night was perfect until we woke and saw that thing rising from the ocean.
Now, like most, she does little besides cannibalism, screwing, and killing, indiscriminately, and yelling "Ia! Ia Cthulhu!"
I fake it, to take care of her, but she knows. We’re growing apart.
It’s sad to discover two people so in love can’t manage to go mad together. And to think, she always said I was the impractical one.
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Considered titling it 'Love in the time of Cthulhu', but figured I'd go with the more prosaic title to hopefully preserve a bit of the surprise. For the twenty or so words between the title nad where it's revealed. ;)
The story came to me while I was walking and trying to think of something to write. The idea of writing a mythosy story occured to me, and then my mind went on to weird crossovers between Mythos and other genres. I joked to myself about the possibilities of a Cthulhu story crossed with a romance novel, and then shortly from that I had the idea for this drabble. From there it was just a small matter to fit it into 100 words exactly (which is an interesting type of editing exercise, almost like a puzzle).
So yeah, a bit of silly fun.
That's my last post for today, probably, I've spammed my flist enough. ;)
(oh, and the icon should not be construed to imply that you should hold your tongues, I just felt in the mood to make my random icons into Prisoner Signage)
The Stars Were Right
They always said Millie and I were each other’s destiny, but something was always in the way.
Then it finally happened. The stars aligned. We were both single.
That night was perfect until we woke and saw that thing rising from the ocean.
Now, like most, she does little besides cannibalism, screwing, and killing, indiscriminately, and yelling "Ia! Ia Cthulhu!"
I fake it, to take care of her, but she knows. We’re growing apart.
It’s sad to discover two people so in love can’t manage to go mad together. And to think, she always said I was the impractical one.
--
Considered titling it 'Love in the time of Cthulhu', but figured I'd go with the more prosaic title to hopefully preserve a bit of the surprise. For the twenty or so words between the title nad where it's revealed. ;)
The story came to me while I was walking and trying to think of something to write. The idea of writing a mythosy story occured to me, and then my mind went on to weird crossovers between Mythos and other genres. I joked to myself about the possibilities of a Cthulhu story crossed with a romance novel, and then shortly from that I had the idea for this drabble. From there it was just a small matter to fit it into 100 words exactly (which is an interesting type of editing exercise, almost like a puzzle).
So yeah, a bit of silly fun.
That's my last post for today, probably, I've spammed my flist enough. ;)
(oh, and the icon should not be construed to imply that you should hold your tongues, I just felt in the mood to make my random icons into Prisoner Signage)
