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wl_fanfictionTitle: End of the Line
Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway? (US) General
Characters: Colin
Prompt: 003. Ends.
Word Count: 233.
Rating: G.
Author's Notes: I was really bored in Bio II today, so this is what came out of it. This is Pre-WL, a friendship tale, and slightly AU. I was going for innocence with this one.
The ends of trains are, naturally, cabooses. They generally hold unimportant things – empty boxes, plastic bits and pieces, candy bar wrappers. This caboose, however – the one traveling from Vancouver, Canada to Seattle, Washington – held something more.
Colin slumped against the bright red wall of the compartment and sighed. The day had been long – too long. The hours were spent trying to make games out of the cardboard and plastic surrounding him, but to a thirteen-year-old boy, these games made him feel embarrassed, even with no one around to witness.
He couldn’t wait to make it to the States. In Washington, he had his grandparents, Uncle Luke, Aunt Mariah, and one of his best friends in the whole world, Ryan. Sure, he was in grade eight, and Ryan only in grade six, but they were pals. They went down to Washington only once a year, and only for two weeks, but Colin looked forward to those weeks more than Christmas. Nobody in Vancouver understood Colin like Ryan did. They got each other.
His parents were getting a divorce. That was why he had smashed his piggy bank and ran away to the train station. That’s why he had to see Ryan. His parents couldn’t be doing this to him, not when it would make him seem…not normal. Ryan would understand. That’s why he had to go to Seattle. Ryan would understand. He always did.
Title: Orange.
Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway? (US) General
Characters: Mystery. (Pick your own!)
Prompt: 012. Orange.
Word Count: 194.
Rating: PG.
Author's Notes: I wrote this story in Latin II class today. It’s really short, but the “Orange” prompt kept bugging me all day, so I had to write something.
He walked into the kitchen, a smile on his face. Today was going to be a good day, because – well, just because. He opened the fridge and found something. Pulling it out, he studied it with great care, and began peeling.
The color orange was very important to him. It was the color of that billboard on that street where he’d met him. It was the color of the first shirt they’d ever bought together – even though they hated the color, it was a Beatles shirt, and they couldn’t pass it up. It was the color of that alcoholic drink when he’d passed out at that bar in London. It was the color of that carrot cake he’d gotten him for his birthday when he was sick in the hospital. It was the color of that pumpkin they’d gotten for their first Halloween together. It was the color of the nail polish when he’d gotten into a fight with that drag queen.
Orange meant a lot. And now, as he took that first bite of the delicious food, he chuckled. Orange was an ugly color to most, but the most beautiful one to him.
Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway? (US) General
Characters: Colin
Prompt: 003. Ends.
Word Count: 233.
Rating: G.
Author's Notes: I was really bored in Bio II today, so this is what came out of it. This is Pre-WL, a friendship tale, and slightly AU. I was going for innocence with this one.
The ends of trains are, naturally, cabooses. They generally hold unimportant things – empty boxes, plastic bits and pieces, candy bar wrappers. This caboose, however – the one traveling from Vancouver, Canada to Seattle, Washington – held something more.
Colin slumped against the bright red wall of the compartment and sighed. The day had been long – too long. The hours were spent trying to make games out of the cardboard and plastic surrounding him, but to a thirteen-year-old boy, these games made him feel embarrassed, even with no one around to witness.
He couldn’t wait to make it to the States. In Washington, he had his grandparents, Uncle Luke, Aunt Mariah, and one of his best friends in the whole world, Ryan. Sure, he was in grade eight, and Ryan only in grade six, but they were pals. They went down to Washington only once a year, and only for two weeks, but Colin looked forward to those weeks more than Christmas. Nobody in Vancouver understood Colin like Ryan did. They got each other.
His parents were getting a divorce. That was why he had smashed his piggy bank and ran away to the train station. That’s why he had to see Ryan. His parents couldn’t be doing this to him, not when it would make him seem…not normal. Ryan would understand. That’s why he had to go to Seattle. Ryan would understand. He always did.
Title: Orange.
Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway? (US) General
Characters: Mystery. (Pick your own!)
Prompt: 012. Orange.
Word Count: 194.
Rating: PG.
Author's Notes: I wrote this story in Latin II class today. It’s really short, but the “Orange” prompt kept bugging me all day, so I had to write something.
He walked into the kitchen, a smile on his face. Today was going to be a good day, because – well, just because. He opened the fridge and found something. Pulling it out, he studied it with great care, and began peeling.
The color orange was very important to him. It was the color of that billboard on that street where he’d met him. It was the color of the first shirt they’d ever bought together – even though they hated the color, it was a Beatles shirt, and they couldn’t pass it up. It was the color of that alcoholic drink when he’d passed out at that bar in London. It was the color of that carrot cake he’d gotten him for his birthday when he was sick in the hospital. It was the color of that pumpkin they’d gotten for their first Halloween together. It was the color of the nail polish when he’d gotten into a fight with that drag queen.
Orange meant a lot. And now, as he took that first bite of the delicious food, he chuckled. Orange was an ugly color to most, but the most beautiful one to him.
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Date: 2005-10-27 12:45 am (UTC)Lovin' it!
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Date: 2005-10-27 01:02 am (UTC)