THE CROSSROADS - A drabble
Aug. 5th, 2005 01:37 pmI never intended to write any type of fanfic but I was inspired by thoughts of the finale of QAF. It's a very special program and I wanted to at least make a small effort to share with those who have felt the same. I am an avid reader of all the wonderful fics out there, but I don't know if I'll try this again (never say never).
THIS IS A POST-513 DRABBLE - SO SPOILER VIRGINS DON'T ENTER UNTIL NEXT WEEK!
Title: The Crossroads (a Brian/Justin drabble)
Author: shadownyc
Date: August 5, 2005
Authors Note: My first attempt at any type of fanfic. Hope you like it. FYI—Sheridan Square is located in the West Village in New York City
Disclaimer: This is just for fun. I don’t own nor am I interested in owning Cowlip’s characters—this is totally non-profit.
Warnings: Spoilers for 513
The blond stares at his drink in the bar at Sheridan Square. Traffic and his thoughts are in gridlock. He vaguely notices patrons eyeing him. Deep in thought he remains unapproachable. Why here? Painting is anywhere. The stir following THE article mellowed. Painting time anew—uninspired. Body here--heart and soul there. Canvasses remain blank--decisions loom. He smirks at the bar’s name—“Crossroads”. By divine intervention a new patron enters—a tall, hazel-eyed god. Gridlock in Sheridan Square empties--the way no longer impassable. The path clears. The blond approaches. The tall patron guides them through the crossroads.
THIS IS A POST-513 DRABBLE - SO SPOILER VIRGINS DON'T ENTER UNTIL NEXT WEEK!
Title: The Crossroads (a Brian/Justin drabble)
Author: shadownyc
Date: August 5, 2005
Authors Note: My first attempt at any type of fanfic. Hope you like it. FYI—Sheridan Square is located in the West Village in New York City
Disclaimer: This is just for fun. I don’t own nor am I interested in owning Cowlip’s characters—this is totally non-profit.
Warnings: Spoilers for 513
The blond stares at his drink in the bar at Sheridan Square. Traffic and his thoughts are in gridlock. He vaguely notices patrons eyeing him. Deep in thought he remains unapproachable. Why here? Painting is anywhere. The stir following THE article mellowed. Painting time anew—uninspired. Body here--heart and soul there. Canvasses remain blank--decisions loom. He smirks at the bar’s name—“Crossroads”. By divine intervention a new patron enters—a tall, hazel-eyed god. Gridlock in Sheridan Square empties--the way no longer impassable. The path clears. The blond approaches. The tall patron guides them through the crossroads.
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Date: 2005-08-05 07:13 pm (UTC)Personally, I prefer ficlets to fanfiction novellas. It just seems like simplicity and proper characterization shine in such fictional instances. Chapters, if not carefully anaylzed by the writer, tend to drone out the importance of well-written characters and storylines.
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