Drabble Prompt: Tragically Hip Songs

[garnigal]

Lyrics for both are taken from the song Bobcaygeon

Night

For the past seven years, she’d spent most of her evenings outside at night. She’d found the quiet places where evil could lie in wait and plot and the loud places where evil could steal a life without being noticed. She’d hunted the dark places where monsters hid and the bright places where they raged.

She was used to the dark. Comforted by it. She knew her role and could perform it perfectly.

Tonight she’d been forced into the night, cast out of her home. Heartbroken. The dark soothed.

And for the first time, she watched the stars, not shadows.

I saw the constellations
reveal themselves one star at a time

Calling

In books a calling was a good thing.

A calling meant you were sure. A calling meant you were confident. A calling meant you had a purpose.

You knew what you were supposed to do, how to do it, when and where. You had certainty.

She was sure of nothing. She had no confidence. She didn’t understand her purpose.

Everyone told her what to do, how to do it, when and where, but their demands conflicted. And her calling didn’t tell her who to trust or believe.

All her calling meant was that she couldn’t quit, not even for death.

I thought of maybe quitting
thought of leaving it behind

Comments

[alwaysjbj.livejournal.com]

Fabulous drabbles!

I really love the first one, it's so haunting--you can really feel her hurt. The second is a fabulous insight into Buffy's character.

[garnigal.livejournal.com]

Thanks! and I love the icon.

[jerusha]

I really liked both of these.

[garnigal.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[ares132006.livejournal.com]

I envy you your wonderful drabbles. I haven't the knack.

Both of these are sad. It is her calling that got her into this mess, and now there are others who are called and she still doesn't know who to trust. I love the way these drabbles are tied to each other.

[garnigal.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Ares. I'm not sure it's a knack so much as just ruthlessly cutting out words. Do you remember the scene in A River Runs Through It where the father is editing the boys' composition assignments and basically cuts every descriptive word there is? That's what I have to do. :)