Lois & Clark Forums Forums Fan Fiction Fanfic Challenge Drabble Challenge: #1 Midnight

Yes, it's sweet. I'd have liked it more with an additional (and very rapid) heart-beat coming from her womb, though...

Nice, Barbara. Your 'Midnight' story could fit in very easily with Serendipitous Infinity (in a few chapters).

Well, I took a stab at it. A couple stabs, actually. I've got a couple companion pieces here. Just a slight difference in the writing, but I hope the feeling is changed a lot.


---Midnight #1---

The cape, once bright and proud, lay in soiled tatters in the corner. What was once a symbol of Truth, of Justice, and – most of all – of Hope, now held nothing but memories of disaster and failure. Truth was no longer resplendent. Truth was screams of terror, cries of despair, the vacant stares of the dead. There had been no justice tonight. The young, the elderly, the innocent – none of them had been spared from the abyss of loss and death. Hope was lost here in the dark of his bedroom, alone with the knowledge he could never do enough.

---Midnight #2---

The cape, once bright and proud, lay in soiled tatters in the corner. What was once a symbol of Truth, of Justice, and – most of all – of Hope, now held nothing but memories of disaster and failure. Truth was no longer resplendent. Truth was screams of terror, cries of despair, the vacant stares of the dead. There had been no justice tonight. The young, the elderly, the innocent – none had been spared from the abyss of loss and death. Hope would be found in the dark of his bedroom, with the woman who believed whatever he could do was enough.

Wow! What a difference! I wouldn't have believed it possible.

Oooh! Jessi - that's so... wow! I like the second a lot more, but they're really wonderful, both of them!!

Okay first off... Do you guys want these every week or just once every 2 weeks? I want to make sure everyone has enough time to join in on these. ^_~

Lara: I loved it! You did such a good job expressing so much with only a few words. ^_^

Olympe: Loved the play on words. Nicely done

Classicalla: Ohh, nice one. I like your take on this one. It was neat to see him experience midnight in each city. I liked it. ^_^

bakasi: Oh nice!! I'm of the same opinion as Olympe. I'd have loved it if there was a baby's heart beat in there as well. So cute!

Jessi: Wow, you really did this challenge justice. I loved it and the very poetic way you presented it. ^_^

Thank you, I'm glad you all liked it.

I don't know if I can post feedback for all the ones before me, but I've read and loved them all. Great job, everyone!

Jessi

I'd say once a week - if you make it so it's every Friday, that would be cool! You know, fixed schedule.. so we'd all remember to come back.

Okay, deal! I'll post them up every Friday then. ^_~ I have a nice little list so we should be set until people get sick of them.

I liked your two different takes, Jessi.

Thanks, JoJo! You made my day!

I like the once a week idea!

Okay, Midnight as you would rather have it.

***Midnight***the second

He couldn’t sleep, but he didn’t mind. Actually it was a nice way of being sleepless, the nicest imaginable. He couldn’t get enough of the faint sound that was filling the bedroom only for his ears. The faint but rapid heart beat resounded in his lovely wife. It was too quick to count and almost too quick to notice its unsteady rhythm, unlike the much slower and steadier heart beat of Lois. But the flimsy heart continued its work and filled a new little being with life. He drank in every second of it, knowing that this was just for him.

Once more, I _love_ the drabble idea. Cannot wait for what Jojo has in store for us on Friday. That said on to comments

bakasi- the first one was sweet, I liked the focus on the kisses. I think the heartbeat thing lends itself quite well to some cute pregnancy moments, so when others asked I could see why. I can't say I liked one more than the other though.

Cape Fetish- Yum. The cape is all the more heart wrenching for all the omissions--all the 'failures' it carries. You can totally feel the heaviness of having to carry the burden of so much suffering and pain. Amazing though, how the last lines in the second make such a huge difference.

alcyone

Thank you, Barbara! This one is so... hmmmm. It makes me melt.

I'm busy enough right now trying to catch up on all the posts from the last week I've been absent from the boards. But next week, I might just try my hand at a drabble.

Since they blocked this site at work, I haven't been able to check it as often as I'd like, but I couldn't resist trying one. It's based on my story "Tales from the Krypt" available on the archive (shameless plug!)...

Midnight

Since gaining her powers, she found that she just didn't need to sleep as much anymore. Instead, she prefered to fly. Sometimes an updraft would cause her to lose her balance, but only for a moment and then she would be off at full speed. She smiled, a big toothy grin, as she did loop-de-loops in midair, sure because of the late hour that no one was watching. 13-year-old Bobby Kent knew that his big sister would be really pissed to know that he knew this secret that she's been keeping for the last three years, she'd get over it!

By the way, I loved reading everyone else's too!!

Okay, I wrote one! It's 97 words:

He flew through the black midnight blanket of stars, insecure in his ability to stop the leviathan that threatened his adopted home. Another twenty minutes passed, and he brought the air tank to his face just before oxygen deprivation could blacken his vision. Up ahead, the asteroid came into his sight and he poured on the speed, faster, as fast as he could make himself go in the nearly frictionless almost-void. He thrust his fists in front of him, aiming for the target he had been drilled on back home. Impact! And his world became another midnight.

Very nice, Darcy! Very nice.

Thanks, Nancy! I'm glad you liked it.

Finally got back to do the first one: (just found some boo-boos and edited them)

Midnight – when a city that never sleeps takes a nap. He listened to his city from his perch beneath a globe atop a building he knew as well as his own apartment. His city. Was it presumptuous to call it that? He wasn’t sure. The newspaper published in the building below called him their favorite son, the Man of Steel. A reporter at that same paper named him Superman. Was that presumptuous as well?

Midnight – when thoughts of the city below and all the people of Earth worried his mind.

Sirens. A new day. Time to get back to work.