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I don't say it often, because I think it usually makes me sound foolish, but I really like the fic I wrote for Yuletide. I had my main assignment and then I grabbed a pinch hit. I like how both of them worked out.
Of course, I've learned long ago that what I like doesn't always translate to what others like. So, I'm rather nervous. The last thing I wrote for Yuletide (many moons ago) was well received and you would think that would make me less antsy. No such luck.
Well, I'm not going to be around much today and tomorrow, so I'll have to wait and see!
For the season I give you a short drabble I wrote a while ago, in honor of joy and wonder:
A Wintry World
The sky raged with snow, as if stirred by an all-powerful hand. At the apex of the storm nothing could be seen but swirling flecks of white. The storm waned and small houses could be glimpsed as the heavy flakes slowed and settled.
A scene evolved from the chaos. A tiny hamlet of houses, brightly decorated with snow covered awnings and dark evergreen trees. The last of the snow drifted to the ground, peace reigned.
A small child clapped and laughed, wonder and joy filled the small sounds. “More, p’ease. More!”
The mother smiled and shook the snow globe again.
Of course, I've learned long ago that what I like doesn't always translate to what others like. So, I'm rather nervous. The last thing I wrote for Yuletide (many moons ago) was well received and you would think that would make me less antsy. No such luck.
Well, I'm not going to be around much today and tomorrow, so I'll have to wait and see!
For the season I give you a short drabble I wrote a while ago, in honor of joy and wonder:
A Wintry World
The sky raged with snow, as if stirred by an all-powerful hand. At the apex of the storm nothing could be seen but swirling flecks of white. The storm waned and small houses could be glimpsed as the heavy flakes slowed and settled.
A scene evolved from the chaos. A tiny hamlet of houses, brightly decorated with snow covered awnings and dark evergreen trees. The last of the snow drifted to the ground, peace reigned.
A small child clapped and laughed, wonder and joy filled the small sounds. “More, p’ease. More!”
The mother smiled and shook the snow globe again.
