Back in mid-2004, we had an Open House party on the old Fluffy Bunny Board. One of the activities was a ficletini contest (the then-current term for 100-word fics). The results were so much fun, we couldn't leave them behind!
Thread stated by imloco2 on May 24, 2004Best Ficletini...
This category is easy. It can be a story, vingette, or scene about any Farscape subject you choose. It CAN'T be more than 100 words in length (this counts a's and I's). Since this is an all inclusive contest, please, no NC-17 ficletini's. Winner gets a framed autographed picture of Raelee Hill as Sikozu.
Just put your entry in a reply and voila!
(Winners will be chosen by bunnies imloco2, tazey and aeryncrichton, all bunnies are ineligible to enter the contests for the obvious reasons and all contests end on Friday, May 28, at 6:00 pm)
MadScientist on May 24, 2004Walking down the corridor, John was surprised by the sight of a big, green bunny rabbit, riding Rygel's sled. He blinked, and realized it was actually Rygel himself.
"Whoa, Sparky! Looks like the earbrows need a little trimming!"
"That's enough, Crichton! It's a natural bodily function. Happens whenever I eat skloven eggs." Rygel gave a wink. "Worth it, though!" Rygel lifted one, covered with bright colors.
"They come that way, or do you decorate them?"
"Hmmph. I'm going to hide them where YOU'LL never find them!"
"Well, uh.... Happy Easter!"
"Idiot," Rygel muttered, and sped down the corridor.
ScorpSik on May 25, 2004100 words?
OK
*ScorpSik attempts not to appear desperate + pathetic by joining 'cause of the merest hint of Sikozuness, but is all too giggly at getting veery drunk at a friends gig on the morrow. RAWK ORN!!*
A little 'Revenging Angel' drabble... yeah, artistic licence + all that malarky
EDIT as I schtoopidly posted wrong ep title.
D'oh
Satisfaction
She shook her head haughtily, as she flounced back to her cell, her long, vibrant hair bouncing lightly as she went
She had found his
primitive weapon -
her! What thanks did she get? None. And now she was going to have to spend frelling
arns getting this
dren off her.
It wasn't fair!
Still... she did allow herself one little smile, her long lashes closing over her eyes, as she remembered exactly
where she had wiped her hands.
Chiana was going to wonder what that smell was for ages!
Now she felt better.
ScorpSik.
lobsteronmyhead on May 26, 2004Here goes :
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An End to It All
"So, is this it, then?" Aeryn asked in small, hoarse whisper.
"Yeah, baby," John replied, equally low.
"Really and truly? Because ... I just don't think that I can take any more of..." her voice trailed off, overcome by emotion.
"I know, honey; me either," John choked on the lump in his throat. He reached for her trembling hand and squeezed, lending his own faltering strength to hers.
Leaning pathetically into each other, they raised their streaming eyes and watched the last steps in Noranti's naked hula dance.
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{OK, I'm sorry for that - very, very sorry; it's all Imloco's fault ... she brought up hula dancers on the beach and all ...
}
: loby
Scorpsik on May 27, 2004Next Time Won't You Sing With Me
As this... man -- scruffy, obviously drunk -- stood, armed, in front of her, her heart sank. She had thought him Sebacean... until he spoke. Now... she was not even sure if he was sane let alone what race he was. She regarded him with confusion. Was this a jest at her expense?
He stood, on board a dying Leviathan, singing his alphabet to her! Singing...in her face. On board a dying Leviathan. He was barely sentient, she decided. He was, however, a rather better option than the large number of Grudeks pursuing her.... Marginally... With resignation, Sikozu made her choice.
ScorpSik
blueaeryn on May 28, 2004Her Scent
He could still smell her scent on the pillow she had left behind. He had begun sleeping in the quarters that had been hers right after she left with the other him on Talyn. It was his way to be close to her, even in his mind.
John Cricthon tried to tell himself that nothing was happening on Talyn, with Aeryn and the other him but he knew better. Because even though he hated to admit it, they were the same person, and given the chance, he would be doing the same thing if Aeryn were here with him.
Midnight on May 28, 2004Okay, now that everyone in my house has left me alone for a liltle bit: my humble offering.
Notes: After scratching my head a lot this week, the Friday challenge did the trick. I posted one there, and thought that I'd submit this one here. But, Aeryn was in a weird mood today. This isn't what I thought I was going to write. Go figure. I'll get to write that later, I hope. ( I was expecting something in true fluffy fashion.)
It's also self-beta'd, so beware. (How badly can I screw up a hundred words, anyway? Don't answer!)
MidnightStars in Her EyesJohn found Aeryn laying on his ledge, staring out the portal.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"What are you doing over here? Ready for another English lesson?"
Aeryn shifted her body over to make room, but didn't look away from the view. "No, just looking out the p-port...hole?"
John slowly snugged in beside her. "Porthole. Yeah, you're doing great. What's so fascinating outside today?"
Glancing over, she pulled her hair over to the other shoulder and remarked off-handedly, "Nothing new. I'm just trying to understand why you chose to call that white giant Skipper and the red dwarf 3 degrees over Gilligan."
And for the curious, the winner was -- lobsteronmyhead's
An End to it All.
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