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Here are the rules:
1. Pick 5 fandoms and list them in alphabetical order.
2. Visit this site* to find your first Random Poem Of Power. Write down the 5th line (yes, even if it's an E.E. Cummings poem and you wind up with an apostrophe). Repeat five times and - you guessed it - list 'em in alphabetical order! (No cheating, mind! This is a challenge and it's always been about creativity.)
3: I think you can see where this is going. Write a very quick 50-word half-drabble for each fandom (try to do it all in one sitting - make your brain explode!), using the line from the poem as a prompt. You don't have to include it in the half-drabble - it's just inspiration.
4: Bravo! Have a cookie
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Anne of Green Gables - a lunch break. Is she a woman?
Coming Close, Philip Levine
She sat beneath the spreading branches of a tree.
She was grown up now, so Marilla said.
Oh, she’d not be allowed to lengthen her skirts for another year, but... she was a woman.
She didn’t feel like a woman. She still wanted to sit beneath the tree and dream.
Buffy - Oh I called him all the night-time, as I walked the wood alone;
The Convalescent, Robert Service
Her feet barely disturbed the leaves. Last week Angel walked beside her, his dark eyes fixed on her as she kicked up leaves and chattered endlessly about things that didn’t really matter.
Now she walked silently, but not alone. He wasn’t by her side, but she still felt his gaze.
Community - One foot went through. The view was all in lines
The Wood-Pile, Robert Frost
The carpet at Greendale was grey (everything at Greendale was grey).
The carpet was cheap (everything at Greendale was cheap).
The carpet lifted at the corners (everything at Greendale… you get the idea).
And yet… somehow grey, cheap and lifting carpet meant home, friendship, and being loved despite being... Greendale.
Firefly - 'Twixt Firmament above
A single clover plank, Emily Dickinson
A blue-green planet hung suspended in the Black.
They’d been flying, heading somewheres and nowheres in particular. And so stopping was a noticeable difference. And so he went to the bridge, tense and unhappy, because it was never anything good.
But the stars, the planet… This is why he flies.
Harry Potter - your back. You were in a dream,
Circulation, Raymond Carver
He still dreams of Kings Cross. He dreams of a different choice, taking the train, seeing those who’ve always love him.
He dreams of light and warmth. Gentle touches and soft words. Confidence and understanding.
But when he wakes, he sees those he loves at the breakfast table… and smiles.
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Date: 2016-08-16 10:49 am (UTC)I agree, 50 words was so much harder than 100 words!
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Date: 2016-08-16 12:11 pm (UTC)Excellent job!
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