Love, lift me out of these blues.

[trinityofone]

•I owe several people e-mails, but I'm feeling really icky and anti-social and depressed, so please forgive me for not having gotten back to you yet. However, if you haven't heard from me by tomorrow, please feel free to kick me.

•It's my birthday in 13 days. Ugh.

•I need distraction. Comment with a prompt, and there's a fairly good chance I'll write you a drabble.

•Now to the microwave, away!

Comments

[sonofzeal.livejournal.com]

Hmmm...alright. Lemme get you started:

Our hero's ship has run aground on an uncharted island. The sound of singing can be heard off in the distance.

Lost

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Wrecked, washed up, he stumbles across the sand. He doesn’t feel like a hero from Defoe, or even like one of the poor schmucks on Lost, each with a secret, a unique, fascinating past. He’s nobody.

He hears voices: low, the words impossible to make out. He’s so far off course, they could be anyone. Savages. Cannibals. He shivers: not exactly afraid. Moving toward the chanting, he wonders if they will welcome him, make him one with them. One of them. Whatever.

The sea stretches dark and lonely behind him. Ahead: voices, human voices.

He’s not afraid to be consumed.

Re: Lost

[sonofzeal.livejournal.com]

Very nice. Thank you. :)

Re: Lost

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

You're welcome; I'm sorry there's not more. It's hard to do plot in 100 words. ;-)

Re: Lost

[sonofzeal.livejournal.com]

True. Ah, you make me want to write now. But I'm busy today :( Tomorrow I shall continue work on my story.