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Singing Gal

Yet another Glee Drabble

To answer the unasked questions: I’m writing Glee drabbles because Remix Redux is coming up, and I’d like to qualify in another fandom (I do qualify in Firefly and Veronica Mars at this point, but I’d like to qualify in as many as possible), so I’m writing some Glee.

This one’s about Sue, and I know that my version of Sue is probably drastically different from most people’s. And I defintely think she should be on meds, because she’s seriously crazy.

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Singing Gal

Trying something new

This is a Glee drabble. I know that it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, so I just ask that if it’s not something you’re interested in, you not read.

Kurt is one of my favourite characters. I don’t always agree with him, but I always see where he’s coming from with it. This drabble is a result of talking about Kurt with my fiancé. So, yes, this is my interpretation of Kurt, but it’s an interpretation based completely off of the canon I’ve seen so far (I’m a little less than halfway through Season 2).

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Singing Gal

12 Days of Christmas

Okay, so I started this story, doing it in drabbles, as pre-gifts for the VM Secret Santa that I signed up for. Unfortunately, I didn’t do the math exactly right to have one drabble every day, culminating in the thirteenth day having the full-blown story that was the entire story, so I went ahead and posted the story-story, and put the 12 Days fic on the backburner to finish quickly.

And then real life kicked me in the teeth.

So now, just in time for Valentine’s Day, I have the story finally finished.

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Singing Gal

Drabble month

So, I heard something about "Drabble Month", and decided that "Drabble Month" means for the month of October, the goal is to write one drabble a day.

So I decided to do that.

I then decided to have my drabbles be about three characters that I'm going to be basing an original story off of- I've done the first three or so pages of that story (probably more likely to be the first ten- I write really small), but have decided to put that one on hold so that I can do NaNoWriMo with it.

So I'm doing my drabbles about these characters as teenagers and young adults so that I have their backstories established, so that my creativity is already running along those lines, and all I have to do is focus it forwards instead of backwards, and so that I can be getting a feel for their voices.

Here are the first two.

Special

Oh, snap.

Seph stood in wide eyed wonder as her world crashed to an end around her.

A memory echoed over her. "You're special, Sephy."

Yeah. Special.

Too special. This was the level of special that would change her life forever.

This was the kind of special there was just no getting over.

She sighed and got out the broom and dustpan, carefully sweeping up the shards of broken glass from the vase she'd accidentally levitated in anger.

Then she'd pack.

Her parents would never forgive her for being a mutant.

She'd hop on the first bus to New York.



Different

Charlie knew growing up that he was different- and it wasn't just the color of his skin that made him different.

That was just skin. Surface level.

What made him different was much deeper than skin- but it was just as much a part of him as his skin.

It was in the way he moved.

Dancing was as integral to who he was as words were to Shakespeare, math to Einstein.

His family couldn't understand. He didn't blame them.

He saved up his money, left home and never looked back.

New York was his future. His new home.




I'm really excited about this project. I really think it will make the novel better in the long run.
Singing Gal

Ngah

I feel like my emotions are all jammed into a blender at high speed, and I’m left having to deal with the mush. The only thing is, to deal with it, I have to know what emotions they are. And I don’t. Has anyone seen Freaks and Geeks? Well, there’s this one scene where Sam and Neil are making a concoction that Bill has to drink. He has to keep his eyes closed so that he doesn’t know what’s going into the sludge, while they mix everything up, and then turn it into a smoothie. Well, that’s what I feel like with my emotions. Like I’ve been blindfolded, and all my emotions are all mixed together, and I have no clue what’s in them, but I have to work through them.

It’s rough.

To cheer myself up, I decided to write a drabble.

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She’s slipping off the edge. She can feel it. She’s sliding off the edge of a cliff into utter darkness, and that thought scares her more than any other thing she’s dealt with. She’s trying to keep it from happening. She’s holding on, but only tenuously. She’s clinging to the edge by her fingernails.

Her friends will save her.

What a joke. She doesn’t have friends.

He will save her.

No, he won’t. Why should he? She wasn’t anything to him.

She couldn’t fall. She wouldn’t fall.

She was clinging to the edge of the cliff by her fingernails.

But fingernails break.