uncreative title is uncreative
Anyway, this thread is for any fanfic writers/aspiring fanfic writers. :3 It's an exercise that I found on livejournal and tried myself, and it's really fun!
I thought it could be nice to make a drabble thread here, so people can know about it, and also so we can share our drabbles! Here's how it works:
-Take your iPod/mp3 player/itunes/what have you, and put it on shuffle.
-For the songs that come up, write a drabble. Let the music inspire you. Don't think about it too much, and don't edit. This is just to get you writing.
-Write for the duration of the song: No more, No less.
-Post your drabbles here! Be sure to include which songs you wrote each one to.
Here are mine, if anyone's interested:
“Almost Lover” - A Fine Frenzy
Old photographs were scattered across the table, countless memories, worn with fingerprints. Winry sighed and wiped her hand across her forehead before taking another sip of tea. She picked up one of the dog eared photographs and glanced it over. It was from the summer when they had been about thirteen. Ed and Al had been especially busy that year, but still took time out of their schedule to come and visit her back in Risembool for a week. Pinako had taken them to the beach; they made sandcastles and caught starfish. Winry and Ed had jumped through the waves, while Al's hulking figure watched back on shore.
“Someone To Save You” - OneRepublic
Alfonz sighed as he glanced at his clock. Almost noon, and Ed had still not gotten out of bed. He stood up, the legs of the chair he had been sitting in whined. Walking past the table, a plate of eggs and a glass of juice set out on either side, he approached the stairway and glanced up.
“Ed?” He shouted. “It's almost noon... Do you want some breakfast?” He waited a while, in silence. No response, not even a muffled groan, came from upstairs. Alfonz frowned. He worried about the boy upstairs. Whenever he wasn't sleeping, he was reading, or staring into space with a blank look on his face, as if his mind was somewhere else. Perhaps it was. He hardly ate; Alfonz had to beg him to eat three full meals a day.
“Boats & Birds” - Gregory and the Hawk
“Ed! Ed, are you okay?” His brother's voice slowly drifted into his head as Edward regained consciousness.
“Wha..” He groaned. He tried to lift his arm up to grab at his brother's gloved hand, trying to get a sense of his surroundings, only to find a sharp pain in his ribs whenever he tried to move. He winced, a small whimper escaping from his lips. “Al, what happened?” He asked. His vision was still a bit blurry, but he could still make out the form of his brother sitting alongside him.
Sound interesting? Try it out! I would love to see what other forumers come up with. C: