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vocab_drabblesTitle: A Story That's Not a Story (in two scenes)
Fandom: Original
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG (for mature topics)
Characters: Original Female Characters
Words: 300
Summary: A darker side of life
Notes: The last few nights on the way home from work I've been thinking about OCs I kinda want to write but have no fic for. Things I want to explore, but they don't fit any of my fandom characters. So I decided to try and write some drabbles for them.
Without a Home:
She has a secret home in an RV storage facility. There's a hole in the fence, and she made friends with the guard dog. He's her watchdog now. Sometimes when it's frigid outside, she lets him sleep with her. She jimmied the lock on one of the RVs. She can't go "home" until after the place has closed, but she's got her survival blanket and cell phone (she charges it at the library during the day), so it's nearly cozy. It's all right for the winter, but when vacation weather arrives, it'll be a bit trickier, never knowing who might take their home on wheels on a trip. Lots more coming and going, then. She isn't sure what she'll do come spring, but for now, it's good. There's no need to prognosticate; she lives in the moment.
Without a Life:
She's alone for the holidays again. She should be used to it after all these years, but somehow, she isn't. She sits in the little room she rents and stares at the walls, wondering how things turned out this way. The family that loved her died; the rest cut her out of their lives for not living hers the way they want. Friends...somehow there is never any time in life for living. For doing things like cultivating a social life. The energy to have one fails her no matter how desperately she wishes for one. They don't understand. They offer platitudes. No one understands that she prefers her solitude even while she hates it. In youth, there had always been hope for the future, but now the future is here. If she'd had a crystal ball like a prognosticator and had seen this future, would she have been able to avert it? Those types of thoughts keep her awake, staring at the walls.
Fandom: Original
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG (for mature topics)
Characters: Original Female Characters
Words: 300
Summary: A darker side of life
Notes: The last few nights on the way home from work I've been thinking about OCs I kinda want to write but have no fic for. Things I want to explore, but they don't fit any of my fandom characters. So I decided to try and write some drabbles for them.
Without a Home:
She has a secret home in an RV storage facility. There's a hole in the fence, and she made friends with the guard dog. He's her watchdog now. Sometimes when it's frigid outside, she lets him sleep with her. She jimmied the lock on one of the RVs. She can't go "home" until after the place has closed, but she's got her survival blanket and cell phone (she charges it at the library during the day), so it's nearly cozy. It's all right for the winter, but when vacation weather arrives, it'll be a bit trickier, never knowing who might take their home on wheels on a trip. Lots more coming and going, then. She isn't sure what she'll do come spring, but for now, it's good. There's no need to prognosticate; she lives in the moment.
Without a Life:
She's alone for the holidays again. She should be used to it after all these years, but somehow, she isn't. She sits in the little room she rents and stares at the walls, wondering how things turned out this way. The family that loved her died; the rest cut her out of their lives for not living hers the way they want. Friends...somehow there is never any time in life for living. For doing things like cultivating a social life. The energy to have one fails her no matter how desperately she wishes for one. They don't understand. They offer platitudes. No one understands that she prefers her solitude even while she hates it. In youth, there had always been hope for the future, but now the future is here. If she'd had a crystal ball like a prognosticator and had seen this future, would she have been able to avert it? Those types of thoughts keep her awake, staring at the walls.
