Non-HP Sandbox

[scribblinlenore]

I'm happy for all my HP-loving friends on their big day. But I feel a little left out on LJ today. So I thought of a game we Smallville peeps can play.

The Smallville Drabble-a-Thon

Our show offers so much to stir our drabble-writing imaginations, whether it's the long, lingering glances between Clark and Lex in pretty much every episode in S1, Pete checking out Chloe's ass in the rearview mirror in "Rush," or the Lionel-in-Clark lust for mamma Martha in "Transference."

Every episode of Smallville gives us something to write about, a missing scene to add, a wrong we'd like to right. So I propose a drabble-a-thon that does just that. Below you'll find a comment with the name of every Smallville episode that's ever aired. Choose one and write a drabble based on that episode. When you're done, leave it as a comment to the episode title. If you're having fun, do another one! My goal is to have a drabble for each one, so the drabble-a-thon will go on as long as that takes. *g*

Come on out and play! You know you want to. If you don't want to write a drabble yourself, have fun reading them and be sure and leave the authors some love in the comments to their drabble. And please, help spread the word!

And to my lovely HP friends, if you need a break, we'll be here.

ETA: By drabble, I mean something short enough to fit into the comments. It doesn't have to be exactly 100 words, although it can be, if that's what you prefer. Have fun with it!

Here's a running list of drabbles we have so far:
Pilot
Metamorphosis
X-Ray
Cool
Hourglass
Craving
Jitters
Rogue
Shimmer
Hug
Leech
Kinetic
Zero
Nicodemus
Stray
Drone
Crush
Heat
Red
Ryan
Dichotic
Visage
Prodigal
Fever
Visitor
Exodus
Exile
Phoenix
Extinction
Slumber
Perry
Shattered
Asylum
Delete
Velocity
Obsession
Truth
Memoria
Forsaken
Covenant
Jinx
Spell
Bound
Scare
Pariah
Blank
Ageless
Commencement

48 down, only 40 more to go!

Comments

Re: Crush

[elandrialore.livejournal.com]

Too long for a drabble, too short for a story:)

He’d been walking for hours, ever since they’d buried Mr. Fordman. A heart attack, and the man who’d been invincible to a young Whitney was being wept over by the gods. He’d been walking for hours wondering about his own father so strong and untouchable. He couldn’t imagine losing him. Couldn’t imagine the desolation, the emptiness.

Loss.

It had been a theme the last couple of weeks, the last couple of months. Loss of life, loss of chances, loss of innocence.

Loss of identity.

Or maybe he was looking at this all wrong. Maybe the glass was really half full. Maybe he hadn’t lost the identity of Clark Kent normal sixteen year old boy, maybe he’d gained a gift. Maybe he hadn’t lost his chance to be with Lana, maybe he had gotten a friend. Maybe he hadn’t lost Chloe’s friendship, maybe they’d gotten closer.

Maybe he wasn’t lost.

He looked up to see where his feet had taken him, the gray dusk fading into a purple night as the rain slid seamlessly into snow.

Castle gates that stood ominously in the yawning dark, deterring intruders, forestalling the curious. So easy to slip through the gates. So easy to…

“Mr. Kent?”

Clark turned to see the hazy form of the security guard as he walked forward, his flashlight doing little to cut through the gloom. Before he could answer, the gates were swinging open.

“Mr. Luthor’s in the library this evening, I’d be happy to let him know you’re here.”

It was a question. A choice.

Clark nodded, the snowflakes so much gentler than the pelting rain, he almost couldn’t feel them. He walked through the gates and up the steps, and in the way of efficiency that only money could bring, the door was opened, a towel already in hand.

Maybe he wasn’t lost.
***
She was dying.

He had spoken with doctors, looked at her charts, knew enough about cancer to know that there was nothing he could do about it. Maybe if he’d known six months earlier.

Maybe if he’d known.

There was hate there, still. Even after he knew what had happened between Pamela and his father. There was anger. He didn’t think he’d ever get over the anger. She’d been trying to protect him from being disinherited.

She had no way of knowing just what he would inherit from his father.

He was his father’s son.

Not Pamela’s.

Not even his mother’s.

He would have saved her if he could. For what he’d felt for her then, for what could have been. For what she’d been to his mother. Despite his father, he would have saved her for himself.

She’d fallen asleep and still he stayed by her side, her hand in his. They asked him gently to leave when it was over.

He left the book by her bedside and walked out of the hospital dry-eyed.

It was gray outside, colors muted and faded in the white wash of rain. He drove carefully on his way home, the roads slick under his tires. He felt beaten down. Empty.

And in such a long time, adrift.

The silence only broken by the sound of the windshield wipers as they showed the endless black of Kansas roads.

Inside the manor now he was watching the fire, white flames eaten by darkness only to flare up again. He wasn’t drinking because he wanted to. Wanted to lose himself in the mindlessness of liquor. Wanted something else to be blamed for the numb, coldness that was swallowing him from the inside.

His mother and Pamela: two women he’d loved and lost: two women who could have saved him.

Maybe it was just too late.

“Mr. Luthor?”

“Yes, Enrique,” he said without turning.

“Mr. Kent is at the gates.”

Slowly he drew his gaze away from the fire, looked up at the butler. “Get some towels,” he said, then waited for the man to leave before he stood, slowly.

By the time he reached the door, Enrique was holding out warm towels. He took them and the other man discreetly exited.

Maybe he couldn’t be saved.

He opened the door.

Re: Crush

[scribblinlenore.livejournal.com]

This is wonderful! And points out so tellingly the differences in their natures and their experiences, and the way that gives them polar opposite views of their relationship. It leaves me feeling kind of bad, and yet kind of hopeful, for them both.

Re: Crush

[elandrialore.livejournal.com]

I loved most of this episode visually and because of the few Clex scenes, but I really wanted to see them together in the end, even if it was just to share in their grief.

Thanks for giving me an opportunity to post it:)

Re: Crush

[krichira.livejournal.com]

Oh... The difference in outlooks and the grieving together and the coming together for comfort is beautiful. I'm a little incoherent right now, but I liked reading the two point of views, the different events affecting them and have them come together to the same point at the end. ^__^

Re: Crush

[elandrialore.livejournal.com]

It's all about them coming together in the end. That's what I cling to. Horrible, wonderful, amazing things could happen, but Clark and Lex will always be together in the end. At least in my mind:)

Re: Crush

[elandrialore.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. It was such a moody episode, especially at the end that I wanted to continue that feeling with one last scene where they just sat together and brooded.