Monthly Theme: Advent Drabble Challenge
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giles_shortsWelcome to December! This month's theme is:
Holiday Drabble Challenge
It works a bit like March Madness (last-line/first-line) in that someone will pick up the previous writer's prompt, but that prompt won't be a last line, it will just be a word or an idea the writer puts down for the next writer to pick up.
I will start Day 1 off and leave a prompt.
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Title: Christmas 1978
Author: littleotter73
Character: Giles and his mother
Rating: FRC
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Telephone (thank youil_mio_capitano for getting me started)
Disclaimer: For fun, not profit.
The wind whipped off the Thames, piercing his skin and further chilling his bones. He hugged himself tighter in his black leather jacket, his tattered, moth eaten jumper worn beneath and ripped jeans doing nothing to help insulate his already too thin frame.
Finding a phone box, he stepped inside for respite, stamping his feet and blowing air into his chapped, red hands before picking up the receiver.
"Hello?"
He hesitated at her gentle voice.
"Hello? Rupert... is that you?"
He remained silent.
"Rupert, son, come home"
Squeezing his misting eyes shut, he rang off and whispered, "Happy Christmas, Mum."
Next prompt: Egg Nog
Holiday Drabble Challenge
It works a bit like March Madness (last-line/first-line) in that someone will pick up the previous writer's prompt, but that prompt won't be a last line, it will just be a word or an idea the writer puts down for the next writer to pick up.
I will start Day 1 off and leave a prompt.
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Title: Christmas 1978
Author: littleotter73
Character: Giles and his mother
Rating: FRC
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Telephone (thank you
il_mio_capitano for getting me started)Disclaimer: For fun, not profit.
The wind whipped off the Thames, piercing his skin and further chilling his bones. He hugged himself tighter in his black leather jacket, his tattered, moth eaten jumper worn beneath and ripped jeans doing nothing to help insulate his already too thin frame.
Finding a phone box, he stepped inside for respite, stamping his feet and blowing air into his chapped, red hands before picking up the receiver.
"Hello?"
He hesitated at her gentle voice.
"Hello? Rupert... is that you?"
He remained silent.
"Rupert, son, come home"
Squeezing his misting eyes shut, he rang off and whispered, "Happy Christmas, Mum."
Next prompt: Egg Nog
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Date: 2018-02-16 10:58 pm (UTC)Christmas 1978
Credits
Brushes: Daydreaming
Filters: Xero Filters: Nostalgia and Porcelaine
Gradients: Photoshop b/w Gradient Map
Images: Google, Screencaps from Enemy A The Door (by me)
Textures: Radiance
Words: Christmas 1978 "Happy Christmas, Mum." Rupert, son, come home." by Littleotter73
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Date: 2018-02-16 11:42 pm (UTC)That is fricken PHENOMENAL!!! I LOVE IT!!!
I mean wow! What a beautiful and stunning piece! Thank you so much for making some art for my drabble. I am so honoured!!!
Are you on Tumblr? If you are, I need to follow you and you need to post this (assuming you haven't). If not, can I post it to Tumblr (with all credits to you, of course)?
JUST WOW!!!
And seriously. Thank you so, so very much!!! <3
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Date: 2018-02-17 09:28 pm (UTC)Thanks... Glad you liked it and you are most welcome.
You are an amazing writer. I definitely am going to be reading lots more of your stuff.
Yes I have a tumblr, but I haven't posted on tumblr for awhile because my internet connection has a love hate relationship with tumblr.
So yes you can post it on tumblr. I have no problem with you sharing it.