Just a paragraph...

[byslantedlight]

So, over at msmoat's lj, she's trying to encourage elizabethoshea to write Pros fic. Now, personally I think this is an exceptional idea, and should be spread far and wide... Also, I really fancy reading more paragraphs of Prosfic right now - just little, random paragraphs to intrigue me, and inspire me and make me want it more...

So... if I post a random Pros paragraph here in my lj, will everyone who reads it (hah!) write a random Pros paragraph to their lj today? Please? Doesn't have to be fiction, if you don't fancy writing a paragraph (although that would be my favourite... *g*) - but just anything Pros-y?

Hmmn - shall I play on your sympathy and say "It's been a weird Christmas! I need Pros! Please help?"? Well no, maybe I won't say that, maybe I'll just post one of my own. *g*

o0o

Dark and dirt and dark and dirt and dark and...

Whatever you do, don't move your head.

Dark and dirt and dark and dirt and dark and...

Dirt. It was underneath him, his fingernails curling into it, so that when he tried to straighten his fingers he could feel it crusted around, pressing between the layers of him, as if it was trying to get in, as if it was...

No. Hold yourself together man!

Who said that?

You said that... Whispers in the dark, making his head spin.

Don't move your head...

He wanted Bodie.

Who said that?

Comments

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Ooooh...dark and shivery atmosphere - where is Doyle? Why? The voice?? So much you could do with this. Now go get Bodie and get our lad out of his peril..*g*

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Hee! Actually was quite into the idea of this one, so you never know... *g*

[empty-mirrors.livejournal.com]

Oh god!

*shudders*

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Ooh 'ello! *jumps up and down excitedly and makes you shudder more*

*g*

Sorry about that... Yeah... Would you believe I just got back from being with family for 2 days? *g*

[gilda-elise.livejournal.com]

Oh, no way, this is just too evil an idea. You give us that paragraph and then expect us to not want the whole story?! Evil, evil woman! ;-)

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Well, feel free to want the whole story... *g*

We'll see. I'm kinda intrigued myself, now...

[angel-ci5.livejournal.com]

Well, I see msmoat titled this exercise "A Tease", which is exactly right, that's just what this is! *g*

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Hee - it is quite tease-y, isn't it... Lots of people posted in her lj of course - in fact I must go back and see if anyone else has! *g*

But sometimes it's nice to be teased, right..? In a good, lads-porn kinda way... *g*

[magenta-blue.livejournal.com]

Heh heh - your intro was just too good to resist, so my paragraph follows on from yours, hope you don't mind, and of course, hope you like it! And I cannot fail to respond to calls of weird christmases, mine too was rather special in that respect!

***

It was the wind, the wind said it, finding its voice as it snuck around shadows and played merry hell with the treetops.

On such a night, or such a night / would anybody care / if such a little figure / slipped quiet from its chair…

It was his granny, his granny said that, staring into space in the nursing home. She was a weird one, his granny, touched so his mother said but there were sometimes, just sometimes when she would turn and really see him and he was afraid…

He coughed damp mud and was instantly back in reality, gasping for breath in the darkness. Now was not the time to be fanciful, now was not the time… the time! How long had he been lying here?

I'm late / I'm late / For a very important date / No time to say "Hello, Goodbye / I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.

It was the White Rabbit, the white rabbit said that but he wasn’t Ray in Fucking Wonderland, he was Ray Here and Now and he had to focus and breathe and think…

Where was his RT?

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Oooh... like it... right, gimme a tick... *g*

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

You made me write another paragraph! You made me think of a plot and an atmosphere, and everything!

At least this time when he moved he wasn't immediately overcome by nausea, didn't feel his stomach turn inside out and empty itself in sharp-smelling shame…

He wasn't ashamed.

He managed to lever himself up on shaky arms, shook his head again, tried to clear away everything but here and now. It was hard, and harder still to remember what had happened.

…wanted Bodie…

No.

His RT and gun were both gone, of course, and although he couldn't see in such absolute darkness, there was small likelihood that he'd find either on the ground beside him. He remembered…

He remembered the drugs, the needle sliding into his skin, into his blood, and he remembered the flash and whirling of stars after that, a rush of colour and then nothing but the dark, and being made to crawl, and then to wriggle, to wriggle like a worm, and…

Fuck, he was underground.

A… souterrain they called it? And he was in Ireland, and they of course were the Clan, trying to be harder than nails, trying to make the IRA look like teddy bears, trying to… and they'd taken him at a fake checkpoint, because someone had betrayed him, had betrayed them, and…

And Bodie was still up north, and not expecting him for days yet.

And he was underground.

He took a deep breath, a deep calming breath, forced himself to take in the damp-earth smell of it, the acrid tang of his own vomit, of his own fear induced sweat under everything else. He was alive, he'd defied them all, his body had fought off what the Clan had meant to be an overdose, and he'd not told them anything.

He didn't think he'd told them anything.

Another breath. Didn't matter, he couldn't change it, not right now, not from this place far underground, far deep underground, through twists and turns and where the wind didn't reach…

No.

He reached a hand upwards, encountered earth before he managed full stretch. At least it was just tall enough to sit up in. Outwards next, first with hands - nothing - then with legs - still nothing. On his hands and knees, feeling his eyes wide though they could see nothing, he began to explore his cave.

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Like it or not, petal, this is a *story* now. And if you do not continue with it, then I'm very much afraid that I shall have to kick you in much the manner that elizabethoshea is bruising our beloved msmoat

Just call me brutal where fine fic is involved.

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Heee! You're quick, I only just posted that! That was either a massive coincidence, or I'm being tracked... ooh, am I being tracked? *spooky music* (even though I do it all the time myself... good that tracking thing, innit?) Okay - I'm rambling to avoid the kicks here... But I seem to have another day off, so there may well be more writing... Cos I kind of know where they are now, and that's always helpful... *rambles and dodges kicks more*... *g*

[magenta-blue.livejournal.com]

You made me think of a plot and an atmosphere, and everything!

Did I? Ah-ha! My plan worked bwhahahaha...

And this is very intriguing, I really like how you are writing this! So Bodie is up North, and Doyle is deep underground in Ireland, and - ooo. You will write more? I quite like the idea of all these little paragraph plot bunnies all unleashed on everyone's computer... *g*

[crimson-37.livejournal.com]

I swear I left a comment. Knowing me I didn't press - post comment.

I did say.

I hope he's not buried alive because that is what everything seems to be pointing to here and that is just *shudders* cruel. [By cruel I mean this just scares the crap out me] He'll wake up in a minute, right?

Wonderfully eerie though. Thank you.
Bodie move your butt and save your man.

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Heee! That pressing Post button is bugger, eh?! *g*

Bodie move your butt and save your man.
Heeee (part 2, the sequel...)!

[msmoat.livejournal.com]

See, you're better at specifying things than I am! *g* I'd rather hoped people would write their own paragraphs in their own journals, but I perfectly understand why they all commented with their paragraphs in mine. So, good on you for getting it out there properly! And look at all the cool paragraphs we have! It's torture, isn't it? *g*

Mind you--ow--I'm getting--ow--kicked by elizabethoshea--ow.

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Lol - see, that's actually what I thought when I first read it, but I was in a rush and had no time to paragraph, so I didn't do it then... then when I got back everyone had posted paras in your lj, which was fab, but I got greedy and wanted more. Hoped you wouldn't mind! *g*

Oh yeah, and speaking of kicking elizabethoshea - so where's her paragraph? *g*

All of which reminds me, I must go back and look at your post again, in case there are more paragraphs there - someone mentioned a round robin thing happening... *g*

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

gah, dizzy! Don't know where to go next with this paras thing! Actually, as I think I've wibbled in other people's lj's, I like the stand-alone tease. Don't need to know nuthin 'cept what you've written ... only .... where *is* Doyle? What trouble is he in? Is he going mad? Am I? *g*

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

heh, and my para is in that big white space underneath my last comment ... it's invisible, see. Yes, I too am very stressed by Christmas and keep slumping on my keyboard causing all sorts of mayhem *g*

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Heeee! I don't think invisible paragraphs count! *puts hands on hips* But that's okay, lots of people did paragraphing over at [Bad username or site: Ms Moat @ livejournal.com]'s lj, and I still have to go over and catch up on them, actually!

Christmas is weird, innit?! Especially this year, for some reason!