![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
only_more_love) wrote2008-02-27 10:36 am
Prismatic (Batch #2)
Title: Prismatic
Summary: Fifty sentences about Booth and Brennan--together and as individuals.
Spoilers: Everything through The Santa in the Slush is fair game.
Word Count: 279
Rating: PG-13 or T
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This piece of writing is purely mean to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: So I can tell you right now that I'm finding writing these strangely addictive, and it's almost certain that I'll do more than fifty. (If that makes you want to stick a fork in your eye, please don't read these.) ;) In an effort to keep from burning out, I'll be doing five in a batch from here on out and giving my other stories some love.
My next update should be for Five Secrets That Brennan Will Never Tell Booth, though maybe I should just shut my mouth.
I owe a lot of people replies; I read everything, but I'm perpetually behind on responding. Just please don't take it personally, as I'm not intentionally ignoring anyone.
####
11. Name"If you call me baby, sweetheart, or any other infantilizing endearment, I promise I will break every bone in your body," she said, brows lowered dangerously; he wrapped a strand of her hair around his index finger and tugged gently before leaning in and whispering, "I don't need to call you any of those things--I already call you Bones."
12. Sensual
"Mmm, this is so good," Booth mumbles around a mouthful of his burger, eyes alight, and despite knowing full well the environmental impact of meat production, Brennan can't repress a smile at his enthusiastic show of appreciation.
13. Death
Sometimes when their apartment is quiet except for the creaks, murmurs, and sighs that buildings and bodies make, Booth lies awake and contemplates death; on one hand he wants to go first because he can no longer fathom a world without her in it, while on the other hand he worries about how she'll handle being left behind again--their years together have changed them both in ways they could never have predicted--and he fears she doesn't know how to be alone, really alone, anymore.
14. Sex
Sex is bodies, sweat, and desire, but as Booth sweeps Brennan's legs out from under her and pins her to the mat, panting, it isn't her body he craves: it's her soul.
15. Gift
He's walking home from the gym one Saturday afternoon when he sees the dress in a store window; the fabric slips through his fingers like a dream, the color shifting blue-green-gray like her eyes, and even though it's too expensive and he doesn't know if it'll ever be appropriate for him to give it to her, he buys it in her size.
To be continued...
Click here for fic index.
Click here to read the rest of this series.
no subject
no subject
no subject
In your capable hands they are also beautiful things. These delectable bites leave me so satisfied and yet craving for more. Just....delicious.
no subject
Thank you very much. Your comments are like warm chocolate chip cookies. :)
no subject
(Anonymous) 2008-02-27 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)These keep getting better and better!! I was all prepared to say, "Oh 11 is my favorite." But then I read 12, and it touched me as well, in a different way. And then 13 came along, and I was like, "oooh" and 14 was "ahhh" and then 15 was "damn!".
So, yeah. Good stuff. :)
-A Reader
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
(Anonymous) 2008-02-28 12:58 am (UTC)(link)no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
Great job.
no subject
no subject
no subject
That's a perfect way of putting it.
I'm glad you're liking these. It's fun to write short, it's fun to write long; it's just plain fun to write. :)
Thanks for reading and commenting.
no subject
no subject
no subject
delicious. :-)
no subject
Thank you.
no subject
The thing I love about these one sentence stories (and the drabbles) is the story that is suggested around what you write. You leave us wondering and imagining.
no subject
You leave us wondering and imagining.
Some people love that, while others hate it. *g*
For what it's worth, I enjoy writing short, long, and in-between. There's something special about all of the above. :)
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
These are lovely, per usual. Besides 11, I'd say 13 and this line: and he fears she doesn't know how to be alone, really alone, anymore are my faves.
no subject
Funny how that happens sometimes. ;)
Thank you so much for reading and commenting; I always appreciate that.
WOW~
Re: WOW~
no subject
Can't wait for more.. :D
Love #14
no subject
no subject
What beautiful writing. That's one of my favorite qualities in a writer's technique: constructing a particular tone by imbueing even the most seemingly mundane, irrelevant details with that tone. For a sentence on death, it only seems proper to draw the comparison between the sighing of a building and the sighing of a body.
I'm amazed that all of these are single sentences. Firstly, isn't the semi-colon a beautiful thing? ;) As you've probably been able to tell from my comments, it's very challenging for me to be concise about anything. I even have a hard time with drabbles--I can't keep myself from elaborating upon everything. I've bookmarked your writing exercises for a week when work isn't quite so exhausting... I should try my hand once more at brevity!
Thanks for sharing, as always. :)
no subject