InsaneJournal

Current mood:	accomplished
Entry tags:	my fic, narnia

The fireworks are going off again. It's no longer the Fourth, it's Town Fair Day, but I think my neighbors just like having fireworks on weekends.

There are some other fandoms I've been interested in lately. I'm getting very into Monk, but I also don't feel like that's a good fic writing fandom for me. I have a couple of Gemma Doyle bunnies. And two fics, Bible and HP, that I still haven't *finished*. And well, like five original projects...heh.

GAAH THERE THEY GO AGAIN

But I've just done the 10 Song Shuffle Challenge. You put on your IPOD or playlist and set it to shuffle. Then you write one drabble or ficlet for the first ten songs you hear. You're supposed to write the fic during the song and stop when it's done. It's kind of addictive....of course I cheated, obviously. And I only have nine because the last song that came up, I just couldn't make anything work for. Might try this for other fandoms.



1) Inside Your Heaven, Carrie Underwood
“We can’t really be dead,” Eustace insisted. “We must have been taken out just before it hit.”
“No,” Edmund said. “I’m pretty sure that-well, I know I’m dead. “

Aslan nuzzled Edmund with his lion nose.

“But we can always go back, right?” Eustace babbled. “I mean, you can make anything happen, can’t you? I don’t deserve to be here, and-and-I was just thinking, she could take my place. Maybe? Isn’t it just a matter of putting us back on the-on the train? You can fix it, you can fix anything. We can’t really be dead.”

“Son of Adam, “ Aslan said gently.

2) I Need a Hero, Bonnie Tyler
“Archers at the ready!” Lucy cried and raised her bow. Edmund glanced up at her from the front lines and nodded. The Calormene were pouring up the beach toward the hastily assembled Narnian men and creatures. Lucy let fly with an arrow as the men met in a clash of swords and spears.

She grinned, feeling the blood and adrenaline pumping through her body. Lucy Pevensie was ready to defend her sister’s honor.

3) Caravansarai, Loreanna McKennit
Aravis did like to do some girly things. She liked to dance. She and Lasaraleen would dress in their favorite flowing skirts and veils and dance together on the harem porch. Their bare brown feet slid across the tiles in intricate patterns and their brown arms, covered in sparkling bangles twisted in the air. They learned to shake their hips, although it didn’t look as seductive on little girls. They’d just begun learning how to use fans and pairs of little castanets when the time for marriage arrived. Lasaraleen accepted, Aravis ran off on adventures instead.

Later, when she was queen of Archenland, she would dance alone, alone because Cor kept getting aroused by it and it was hard to explain to him that this wasn’t about him.

4) Learning to Fly, Pink Floyd
“I’ve fallen off a cliff,” Eustace thought peacefully. “I should be dead right now. “ He floated over a Narnian ocean towards the towers of a distance castle. “I suppose it was Aslan who stopped me from dashing my brains out on the rocks. I don’t imagine I’ve suddenly developed flying abilities on my own. I hope he leaves Pole right where she is. Well, no, I don’t, I guess. Oh, bother, I don't really mean that. ”

5) Breaking the Habit, Linkin Park
Peter stared at their open bedroom window, with its curtains inoccently flapping in the breeze. Downstairs, his parents were shouting at each other.

“Nonsense, Helen! I am perfectly capable of disciplining my own children!”

“This isn’t –“

Their father had come back changed. He was quieter, and spent more time alone in his study or sitting with a glass of whisky and staring into the fireplace. But no one had seen it coming when Edmund and their father had gotten into an argument and Ed went too far. Or was it their father who’d gone too far? It wasn’t that they were never hit but they were never threatened with that for something so trivial. Edmund had been ordered to his room, and Peter wasn’t at all surprised to find him not there.

He went back downstairs and knocked on his father’s study door.

“Come in.”

“Sir-“

“You’re not Edmund.”

“No, sir. Edmund climbed out the window about a half hour ago.” His father looked angry and moved to the door. Peter put up a hand. “ I wanted to say that I think you should- not- punish him. He didn’t mean to say what he said. Actually, I think you owe him an apology.”

“What?” Their father said incredulously.

“You’re not the only one who’s been through a rough time,” Peter said. “Ed understands more than you think he does, if you’d just talk to him. We both do. “

“I’m the head of this household,” his father said. “I don’t –“

“You’ve been gone four years,” Peter said. “He was miserable when you first left, but we learned to live with it. Now he looks to me before he looks to you. So if you want him home tonight, I’m the one who can get him back. But only if you promise to let this go. And apologize to him because he didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I’m impressed,” his father said after a moment. “There’s something so different about all of you. You’re young men and women, the kings and queens of your own castle and I’m only…a guest.”

6) Be My Baby, The Ronnettes (Murray the K’s Dancing Girls Version)
“You’re on my foot, Pole.”

“Sorry!”

“I don’t know why you can’t just let me lead for once. Well, I don’t think it’s that funny!”

7) God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen BNL/ Sarah McLachlan
The two little boys rolled past Mum and Aunt Alberta’s feet in a cloud of fists and kicking feet. Susan turned away in disgust as she continued experimenting on Lucy’s face with her new makeup kit. Uncle Horace just kept listening to the wireless. The boys flailed dangerously close to the Christmas tree and Peter hurried over to pull them apart. He dragged a kicking and snarling Edmund off his smaller cousin. Eustace was bawling and Edmund was fighting gamely not to. It turned out that Eustace had called Edmund an "oxymoron" and things had escalated from there.

8) Candles in the Rain (spoken word version) Melanie
“And here we see the controversial window. It allegedly depicts Jesus and a very pregnant woman, usually considered to be Mary Magdalene. You can see how many months it seems like she’s along.”

Lucy lingered behind the tour group and stared up at the stained glass, with the sunlight coming through it. She reached out to put her fingers on the glass when no one else was looking. There was something in the Jesus figure’s eyes that reminded her of someone else.

“Lucy, are you coming?”

9)Where Have All the Flowers Gone? Peter Paul and Mary
“Eeeh! Edmund, stop!” Lucy shrieked. “Put me down!” He dropped her and she body checked him, tumbling them both into the grass. They wrestled playfully until she managed to pin him. He lay under her, gasping as she straddled him firmly. Her thighs were bare and silky under her blue cotton dress and his reaction was almost uncontrollable. She pressed her hands to his chest.

“Say Uncle!”

“Uh-“

She wiggled.

“Lucy, you gotta let me up,” Edmund said in a panicked, strained voice.

“But I won. You have to beg me for mercy first.” The top of her shirtwaist dress had come unbuttoned during their play fighting and he could see her white bra and the swell of her breasts.

“Lucy, I mean it. I-um-“

“Oh, alright. Fine! “ Lucy climbed off him and grinned. She bent over , displaying a bit of cleavage and kissed him hard on the lips.

“Do you think I’m so inoccent, Ed?”