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Post by Morgause on Sept 28, 2006 9:07:23 GMT 9.5
Yeah, it is short but good!!
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Post by Incapability on Sept 30, 2006 5:03:59 GMT 9.5
I think I heard of another challenge some time: You take a dictionnary, open a random page, close your eyes and choose a word. Try and build a fic/ficlet/drabble around the word.
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Post by Morgause on Sept 30, 2006 7:23:45 GMT 9.5
Sorry, but what is a drabble??
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Post by Kierah on Sept 30, 2006 8:19:58 GMT 9.5
A fanfiction that can be up to one hundred words. (: Anything over that is classed as a ficlet.
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Post by Rita, Oh Yes! on Sept 30, 2006 9:54:21 GMT 9.5
That definition is debatable. I'd say a drabble is anything uder 500 words. Ficlet anything under 1000.
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Post by Kierah on Sept 30, 2006 10:08:25 GMT 9.5
Ah, well; I just live by the first definition I come across.
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Post by Incapability on Oct 1, 2006 2:32:29 GMT 9.5
well, write something of any lenght. I don't think anyone on here is that picky.
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Post by himiko on Oct 1, 2006 6:27:59 GMT 9.5
No, we are strange, but not particularly picky... except over matters concerning films and actors, of course.
*will update first post to include dictionary challenge
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Post by Morgause on Oct 11, 2006 12:42:06 GMT 9.5
Here it comes, the story about Mab and Mordred that I had promised!!! And this one was corrected by our dearest Himiko, so you wouldn't be tortured by my usual grammar errors!! Hehehe and she said she just changed a few words and one sentence, so it means that I'm improving in english!! *tosses confetis* Ok, here it is the first part of the story. I hope you enjoy it!! ;D
“Look who’s here, Mordred! Auntie Mab and Uncle Frik!” At the sound of his mother’s voice, little Mordred forgot his toys and ran from his mother’s lap in the direction of the pale and mysterious Queen of the Old Ways. “Hello Mordred!” Mab said as the child jumped into her arms. “How grown he is!” Frick exclaimed and tried caress the child’s head, but Mordred quickly moved Frick’s hand away and flung his little hands around Mab’s neck with strength. “Little devil!” Frick muttered, annoyed, but his expression smoothed when Morgan approached him and kissed him gently. Mab looked at them. “Come on, Mordred...” she said quietly to the child in her arms while she made the path to the next room. There, she placed Mordred on the floor and sat next to the window. Mordred came towards her, his blue eyes completely fixed upon her. “Auntie Mab…” the boy called hesitantly. “Yes?” “Auntie Mab… I like you very much…” he finally said. Mab smiled; it was exactly what she wanted. The boy would do everything she wanted, she had plans for him. “Thank you, my dear” she said while helping Mordred to sit next to her. “Do you know that a great destiny is waiting for you, Mordred?” The boy’s blue eyes opened even wider. “Really, Auntie?” “Yes. You will be king, Mordred, when you grow up, you will be king! But for that happen, you need to do everything I say” The child gazed at her seriously. “I will, Auntie, I promise that I will” he said. “Good boy. We will do great things together Mordred, you and I” Mab said and hugged Mordred. Everything was going better than she had hoped…
“Mordred, stop it immediately, do you hear me?!” Morgan screamed at her teenage son, who was sword fighting with everything she had in her home. “If you want to play, play outside the castle! You have lots of space there!” Mordred looked at her with contempt and left the room. Outside, he sat on one of the steps. “If Auntie Mab was here, she wouldn’t dare to talk to me like that!” he whispered angrily to himself. Time had passed since the last time he had seen the Queen of the Old Ways. He knew she could not pass all the time in Tintagel with him, she had things to do. “It’s that Merlin again! He continues to defy Auntie!” Mordred thought, “But one day I will be able to confront and defeat him! He and his King Arthur! The throne is mine!” A flash cut the air. “Very good, Mordred. I’m pleased with your progress.” a familiar voice hissed near him. Mordred turned himself. “Auntie Mab!” he said joyfully, “You’ve returned!” “Yes, I have. I had some bargains to make” she answered thinking of Nimue and her desire to restore her lost beauty. Sooner or later, the fool woman would fall into her trap. “Come Mordred” Mab said as she began climbing the stairs. Mordred rapidly followed her. When they entered the castle, Mordred immediately noticed that Frick was already there with his mother and grinned. He didn’t care about their affair. He preferred to see Frick with his useless mother than walking around with Mab. At the end of the evening, Morgan and Frick were a little tipsy and felt asleep next to each other, leaving Mordred alone with Mab. The boy looked discreetly towards her, as she sat by the fire. He always liked to see her next to the fire. The flames were beautifully reflected by her pale skin, turning her dark hair red and dancing dangerously in her eyes. “The time is coming” she whispered without even moving herself. “What did you say, Auntie?” Mordred asked, caught by surprise. “I said that the right time is coming, Mordred. Your time”. She finally turned herself to him and Mordred felt his body freeze with her gaze. “I… I suppose I am ready” he gasped. “What do you want me to do, Auntie?” Mab nodded her beautiful head. “You will know in time. Now you should go and rest, it’s late. Just be concerned with yourself for now” “Alright” he said, rising from the chair. “Will you be here tomorrow, too?” “Yes, I will. But I’m going to leave again, and when I return, you shall come with me” Mad replied mysteriously. Mordred left with a last gaze at her and left the room a little contrarily. He wanted to leave as soon as possible- he wanted to fight Merlin and Arthur who tormented Mab so much. Mab watched him leave silently. She had no doubts that everything would go well. The Queen of the Old Ways smiled to herself and remembered Mordred’s last look to her. “It was more than a friendly stare” she thought, amused, “Now I know that you will put all of your heart into our duty…”
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Post by Incapability on Oct 12, 2006 1:22:48 GMT 9.5
sooo beautiful! Me loves!
please please please, post the next part soon! I promise I'll be a good girl!
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Post by Morgause on Oct 12, 2006 12:01:12 GMT 9.5
Thank you! I will write the next part in the next week, I promise! Just let my concert pass and it is in this monday. After it I will have lots of time to do it!
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Post by himiko on Oct 13, 2006 4:51:27 GMT 9.5
Yay! *dances*
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Post by Morgause on Oct 28, 2006 10:26:14 GMT 9.5
Next Part! Well, I noticed I have been a bad girl and I hadn't rated my stories before... but I don't understand nothing of rates so... I will put a PG-13 that it's the most commom I have seen around here... well, I don't think the story has any problem, so... Once again I want to say thank you to Himiko for beta-read it for me! (Yes, you won't be torturated by my grammar errors!!!)
Rate: PG-13
“Be careful my dear, these steps are very slippery” Mordred grabbed Mab’s hand tightly. The day had finally come. He was going to leave Tintagel with her, after all these years of waiting in the shadows. “Mab! Where are you taking my son?” Morgan’s voice tore through the air. “What does she want now?” Mordred thought impatiently. “She always liked to spoil everything…” “I have to make him ready,” Mab replied. “You’re not taking him! He’s my son! I gave him love, you gave him toys!” “I gave him life!” “I’m never letting him go!” Morgan snapped, following them down the stairs. Mab’s eyes narrowed and a strange expression appeared on her face. Mordred only listened as his mother screamed, and the next moment she was falling from the stairs. “Noooo!” Frick shouted and ran to her dying figure at the bottom of the stairs. Mordred watched him, thinking, “How pathetic…”. “That was very clever, Auntie” he said calmly to Mab. The Queen of the Old Ways returned a gaze of complicity to him and climbed onto her horse with elegance. “Mab, what have you done?” Frick shouted again in desperate anger. “You’ve killed her!” “Perhaps she just slipped!” Mab answered uncaringly. “Mab, you evil old crone!” the gnome shouted, “May God have mercy on your soul- he certainly didn’t have any on the rest of you!” His former mistress shot him a look of false innocence. “Why is everybody suddenly against me?” Gazing at Frik, she spoke in an almost fond way, “Frik, I’m leaving you with your misery and pain. But with no more magic powers,” Smiling uncaringly, she waved a hand. Frik looked startled, “Now you will wander the world ugly and alone. Just as if you were human.” “Goodbye Frick! I’ll miss you… No, I won’t!” Mordred said evilly. He and Mab started to move away, leaving Frick near the lifeless body of Morgan. “Why you didn’t kill him, Auntie?” “Because that’s what he wanted me to do!” Mab replied with a soft smile. “And now, let’s go to my land!”
They arrived at the Land of Magic late at night. Mordred had never seen such strange things as the ones he saw there. The boat was taking them to Mab’s palace. In the way there were rivers, waterfalls, bridges, all lit by an unreal soft blue light. Fairies crossed the air flapping their delicate wings, gnomes watched them from the shadows… Mordred was as excited as a little child, turning his head in every direction to see much as possible. Mab watched his enthusiasm with amusement. She was also happy to be there, in her home, with her people, for whom she had been fighting so hard for, for so many years. The boat arrived at the palace. Instead of Frick, as it used to be, there were a lot of little gnomes waiting for them. Mordred quickly jumped for the boat and didn’t allow one of the gnomes to help Mab leave the boat, giving his own hand to her instead. Mab accepted it with her usual coldness. “Follow me, my dear” she said and started to climb the stairs. They entered in a large room, with a large fireplace and a throne at one side. Mab sat in the throne and gazed to Mordred. “So… here we are, Mordred. Here is the Land of Magic” she said to him. “This place is amazing, Auntie. I’m sure I will like it here” he replied, still enthusiastic. “I’m glad you like it. But you are not going to stay here for very long. I will send you to Arthur’s court. You have work to do there” “What kind of work?” “Arthur is coming home, and it’s not fair to hide Guinevere and Lancelot’s love from him, don’t you think, Mordred?” the Queen of the Old Ways whispered dangerously, leaning her body to the front, so that just a few centimetres remained between Mordred’s head and hers. “Yes… it is not fair at all…” he answered slowly, enchanted at having Mab’s face so near his own, her cold blue eyes looking deeply into his. Abruptly, Mab returned to her sitting position, cutting the contact between them. “So, that is your job. You will poison the minds of Arthur’s men- first against Guinevere and then against Merlin. Without Merlin as his advisor, Arthur won’t be able to control his companions and Guinevere’s treason will be the last touch of all, leaving Arthur weak in front of everyone’s eyes. Then, everyone will follow you, the true heir to the throne, Arthur’s only son. Do you understand me?” “Yes, I do. Don’t worry, I will not fail” Mab’s expression smoothed a little and she smiled. “Yes, my dear. You may leave now, you must be tired from the journey.” She nodded to one of the goblins. “Guide him to his room”. “Goodnight Auntie” Mordred said before leaving the room with the goblin. Mab nodded silently. Mordred stepped into the room the goblin indicated to him. It was large, with a huge bed in the middle. As with everything there, the room was also lit by that strange blue light. The goblin closed the door, leaving Mordred alone with his thoughts.
Mordred awoke in the middle of the night without knowing why. It seemed as though sleep had just abandoned him with no reason. He rose from the bed and decided to walk a little through the palace- he had barely seen it yet. It was very different from Tintagel where he had grown up. He walked with no destination in mind for some time, fascinated with all the magic around him. He was passing near a door when he saw her… It was the throne’s room and Mab was still there, sitting near a table, reading an enormous old book. Mordred approach the door’s threshold without making any noise. Since he was a little child he had enjoyed watching her without being seen. He never understood how she could stay in the same position hours and hours without moving a single muscle. In that moment she was still wearing the travel coat over her dark dress. “Come in, Mordred” she said without even looking. Mordred’s blood froze in his veins. She knew he was there… “I… I was just passing Auntie… I couldn’t…” Mordred began, startled into incoherence. “It’s alright. I didn’t bring you here to stay locked in your room.” Mab said amused by his embarrassment. Mordred entered in the room feeling intoxicated by her presence. “Your land is very beautiful, Auntie” he said. “I’m pleased you like it. Unfortunately everything will end if I lose the battle…” Mab’s expression turned upset at the idea. “Don’t think about that now” Mab gazed straight at him. The boy was looking at her with such… such devotion… She caressed his hair with her hand. “Thank you Mordred…” Mordred looked to her in surprise. He had never heard her saying thank you to anyone. He sat on the table next to her. “You’re welcome” Mab stared up at him. She had a feeling that they were entered in some sort of game… a dangerous one… “At least for him…” she thought.
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Post by ladygiry on Oct 28, 2006 10:48:42 GMT 9.5
ooooh...very good. me like very much ;D
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Post by Incapability on Oct 28, 2006 17:52:20 GMT 9.5
oh ... *claps enthusiastically*
That's terrific!moremoremoremoremore!
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