Writingchatthingy Untitled Fics I

[stinglikeabee]

Ficlets from the writingchatthingy hosted by pocky_slash. It's similar in style to Nanowrimo's word wars, but it's less competitive. The aim is to write something from a prompt, and then to post the result on LJ. I'm kinda embarassed as to how things turned out, but at least I wrote something right? Yep, yep, and here they are:

Prompt: Sunday Morning
Characters: Kon (Superboy)
Word Count: 248

The silence unnerved him.

Kon swung his legs off the bed, and rubbed the crick in his neck. Without even turning around, he knew through the gauzy linen curtains Ma knitted the month before lay the golden halo of the cornfields.

He shut his eyes, and mumbled a quick thanks the x-ray vision hadn't kicked in.

There was nothing for miles except the identical flat stacks of yellow. For some reason, that brought a gleam of nostalgia in Super-- no, Clark Kent's eyes. Harvest time, the grown man had practically drooled, was a time of belonging.

Whatever. He grabbed a shirt off a neatly folded pile, Ma's doing even though he had asked her not to come in, and winced when he read the words Kansas City Star. He wore it anyway, to save the trouble to going through his still locked suitcase.

The kitchen was missing Ma. He blinked. There was a note on the table, beside a plate of oatmeal and strawberries. He hated oatmeal, especially the slimy texture that reminded him of vomit, but took a seat and dug in. Ma's handwriting took him by surprise -- he had expected something plain, but the sweet flourish of the cursive letters made him smile. The note explained they were at church, with a little hope Kon might want to join them some time. Until then -- the swirl of the l's distracted him -- enjoy the Sunday morning.

Love, Ma and Pa.

He folded the note and tucked it close to his heart.

Prompt: Sudden Storm
Characters: Plastic Man
Word Count: 379

Light turned to night, and things started falling out of the sky. Weird things.

See, I was just minding my business, trying to escape the heat. The airconditioning in my apartment's broken, you know, but it's not like I didn't have one. Anyway, I could have bought a new one but why should I use my own hard-earned moolah when the super's the one who's gotta fix it?

Like I said, I'm on 6th and Grand, minding my own and also -- and this is important -- keeping an eye out on the bad guys. What's so funny? I was in the JLA, you know. Yeah, Justice League of America. I know Bats, so keep laughing and see where that'll getcha.

Where was I? Oh right, at the Planter Club. No wait, uh, I was the neighbourhood watch. That's what I mean. Seriously this town owes me big -- a former JLA full-timer coming out of retirement, who does that anymore? And all the thanks I get is to be accused by two hot babes of being a Peeping Tom?

First of all, I was sweeping the neighbourhood, which by the way, includes rooftops. Secondly, I had NO idea said hot babes would be sunbathing topless on said rooftops, no sirree.

So then, when these chicks start screaming and covering their ample assets, I turn around thinking there's a bad guy behind me and what do I see instead? The sky the color of a jail cell and one lone fluffy cloud. Before I could return to the chicks and comfort them, Plas-style, a big glinting honk metal comes shooting straight at me.

It bounced off my chest and I caught it. A metal fish, I kid you not. Like something someone would sell at Target for the bathroom at $25 a pop. I was about to chuck it aside when the cloud appeared right above my head and it rained fished. Metal fish. Everywhere. About a minute later it stopped and the cloud was boom! Gone.

So you see, it wasn't my fault the fish ricochet off my rubbery self and shattered the apartment's windows or the cars below, judge. WHAT? I haven't that much money! Why don't you go bother Aquaman? Fish, metal, c'mon, that thing on his arm? Aw man.

Prompt: Someone is calling your name
Characters: Kon (Superboy), Connor Hawke (Green Arrow)
Word Count: 205

The drawn out emphasis on the second syllable didn't clarify matters. Kon and the Green Arrow glanced at each other, the blond tanned one giving a wry grin.

'Bet it's you,' said Kon, crossing his arms.

What had been a crowded mass of superheroes in the wings of the Watchtower had now dwindled to the two. And between the two, the kid calling himself GA appeared the most heroic-like. He even brought his own JLA communicator. Kon found himself looking down on the S.

'I don't suppose we could get whoever it is calling out to spell out the name?'

'Two n's, or one?'

'Two.'

Kon shrugged. 'Sometimes I spell it with a K.'

'I like that.'

Green Arrow's serene smile remained. Kon found himself drawn to the full lips. 'Yeah?'

'Yes.'

Kon stared at the outstretched hand.

'My name is Connor.' GA tilted his head to the side. 'C-O-N-N-O-R.'

'Hey, I'm Conner.' He shook the offered hand, firmly. 'C-O-N-N-E-R.'

Kon found their hands wouldn't let go so easily.

'Listen, name-twin.'

Connor's soft voice seemed to travel through their hands and up his spine.

'Why don't we go in there together?'

'But they're calling your name!' blurted Kon, finally pulling back.

The other man shook his head. 'Yours, too. Come on.'

And with that, Connor threaded his fingers through Kon's with a reassuring smile.

Prompt: Overheard Remark
Characters: Tim Drake (Robin)
Word Count: 347

'I totally heard that bitch say that!'

'No way! Like, why?!'

Robin rolled his eyes. Gossip Girl they were not. Nope, just the regular sort of vapid, immensely wealthy socialites barely out of one of the most expensive prep schools in the country. Gotham ought to be proud.

He reached into a pouch and pulled out a pb&j sandwich. No offense to Alfred's sandwiches, but he liked the crusts. His free hand zoomed the binoculars in the direction of the buffet spread. Roast beef sandwiches, quiche, and about a million different desserts were left untouched by the gaggle of identically peroxide and tanned girls.

'Seriously, she is such a skank. Her skirts are like, up to her ass crack!'

'EWWWWW.'

Robin resisted the urge to jump off the ledge. Batman would be really cranky if he'd have to clean up the mess.

'And like, I heard she was doing her math tutor!'

Robin's heartbeat joined the collective gasp. Finally, some pay dirt.

'Yeah,' said the alpha blonde, snapping her gum. 'And when her daddy found out, the guy was thrown in jail.'

'That's good right?'

'Except he got out after when the cops found out her daddy bribed the judge.'

Come on, Robin urged silently. Give us something new.

'That's so lame!' exhaled a tiny, skeletal girl. 'My daddy would never do that, and even if he did, he wouldn't be stupid enough to be caught!'

'Yeah!' chimed in another. 'Hey, so what happened to the skank? Like, did she run away with the saddo, or something?'

'I heard,' cut in the girl with the braids, 'that they haven't seen her since that dirty old man got out.'

'Eww, what if she ran away with him?'

The alpha blonde barked a short laugh. 'Some broke idiot who doesn't even have a real job? You're kidding, right? No, I bet she's in hiding because he's going to find her, and make her pay for ruining his life.'

A shush fell upon the group as they contemplated the possible sad end of a peer.

'It'll serve her right,' sneered one girl.

Robin yanked the ear piece out, and shoved it into his belt. He'd had enough of overhearing things.