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June Artwork FanFic Challenge - by Atomicmayo
littlesue
Anniew wrote:

Sue - a happy Gan story! Yea!

Brad: visceral horrific brilliant. I'm NEVER going to watch GOT!! It's the equivalent of Sue's coffee flavoured centres on my Universe.


Well, I've run out of tissues, almost, and Gan just looked so happy....well someome has to like the coffee Revels!!!!
Cold.....you don't know the meaning of cold.
Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of the window!!!


sues stories http://sjlittle.w...
sues youtube channel http://www.youtub...e54/videos
sues book shelf https://www.media...ne%20Shelf
rebel run video http://www.youtub...prqS-XZtLo
Lara and Sue's Stories http://lectorisal....webs.com/
 
Anniew
A happy Gan story ( sort of - the nearest I can get to one) for Atomic Mayo as promised.

Three days after his death, Gan had found a shack in the forest and moved in. It was a sturdy structure, containing a table, a shelf with a lantern, a machete and tinder box and a board bed. There was a stack of wood adjacent to the shed and plenty of bracken which he cut to create a mattress. A small but very clear Spring bubbled from the ground nearby providing the sweetest water he had tasted in years. He was dry, warm and comfortable. Birds swooped and looped in the trees surrounding the shack and wild flowers carpeted the glades that would suddenly open up in the dense woodland, allowing sunlight to pour down like liquid gold.

Food was more of a problem. He couldn't bring himself to trap any of the beautiful creatures he spotted on his tramps through the forest. There were nuts and berries to be collected, however and roots to dig up. He remembered the pignuts he had harvested as a boy, their tubers like chestnuts and good to eat and became proficient at finding them. Reaching the lake involved a bit of a trek but meant that he could occasionally supplement his diet with fish.

He managed quite well on the whole. Sometimes as the light faded, he wondered about the previous owners of the shack and what had become of them. Sometimes he longed for meat. Always for companionship. But he was not unhappy.

One evening, just as the sun dipped below the treetops he smelled something new in the woods. It was a rich, deep, earthy smell, a smell that made his mouth water and immediately he found his lantern, and hefting a box he'd carved from a log of wood in his many spare hours, set off to locate its source. In one of the glades, silvered in the light of the moon that had risen while he searched, dotting the ground in their thousands, he found them. Perfect, white, meaty mushrooms. He filled his box and with a joyous heart made his way home.

The stew he concocted from them the next morning was delicious, it's aroma strong, appetising and summoning and he was not really surprised when they emerged from the trees: first the wary, tired, dark one, the worried thief, the defeated-looking rebel. They sat and he filled a bowl for each, observing with pleasure how the weariness and despair fell from their shoulders as they ate. Three young people came next, unsure of their welcome but unable to resist the summoning spell of the food. They were strangers to him but he fed them just the same. The tall blonde girl and the bright, mischievous elf apeared and ran to join the feast. Soon the shack rang with laughter and chatter. Even the wary dark one relaxed and allowed himself to be drawn into the circle of companions crowded around the pot.

Gan sat apart a little, suddenly sad, as if a hole had opened up in his stomach that even the richness of the stew could not satisfy. He bowed his head.

The hand that touched his shoulder was very small but so familiar he wondered how he could ever have gone on without its presence in his life and he turned into her embrace with a rush of such gladness that for a moment, but only a moment, he feared he might die again.
Edited by Anniew on 09 June 2016 14:51:47
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
littlesue
I am now going to buy shares in Kleenex tissues.......................
Cold.....you don't know the meaning of cold.
Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of the window!!!


sues stories http://sjlittle.w...
sues youtube channel http://www.youtub...e54/videos
sues book shelf https://www.media...ne%20Shelf
rebel run video http://www.youtub...prqS-XZtLo
Lara and Sue's Stories http://lectorisal....webs.com/
 
Anniew
It's happy Sue. A happy story! ( Well about as happy as Blakes7 ever gets!)
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
littlesue
Anniew wrote:

It's happy Sue. A happy story! ( Well about as happy as Blakes7 ever gets!)


That is so true...sniffGrin
Cold.....you don't know the meaning of cold.
Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of the window!!!


sues stories http://sjlittle.w...
sues youtube channel http://www.youtub...e54/videos
sues book shelf https://www.media...ne%20Shelf
rebel run video http://www.youtub...prqS-XZtLo
Lara and Sue's Stories http://lectorisal....webs.com/
 
Hugbot
@Lurena: What a wonderful story, sad and moving!

@LittleSue: Thanks for cheering up this thread a little! I don’t know this particular brand of sweets, but after two of your Revels (?) stories I begin to get the idea.

@Brad: Shocking and very graphical ... but very good for a shocking and graphical story! *shudder* As you always say: 'Well, this is Blake's 7!'

@AnnieW: Gan as the vanguard of our heroes in the after-life ... what a wonderful idea! Yes, it is of course a little sad, but on the other hand peculiarly satisfying.
 
Travisina
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Gan walks sure-footed along the path that leads to his new home. By now, he is so familiar with the route that he doesn't need the lantern to light the way in the gathering dark. But she always insists he takes it, and he obeys because he loves her.

As he reaches the house, she comes out and greets him with a kiss. She takes the box and places it on the hall table, while he hangs the lantern on its hook by the door and stamps the mud off his boots.

"How are they?" she asks. She opens the container, tilts it and wipes away the powdered residue from the corners. The faint tang of mint mingles with the other smells of home; herbs on the window ledge, something spicy cooking on the stove, the scent of her hair... Gan sniffs the air appreciatively.

"Feeling well, and as grateful as ever." He inclines his head towards the empty box. "Only from his hand comes life," he intones solemnly, then grins at her. "Well, from his hand to your hand, to my hand..."

She laughs. "You don't mind taking the drugs down to the village, do you?"

"Not at all. I enjoy the walk, and it's nice to see my friends. Vila sends his regards - he was very cheerful today, because he'd beaten Arco and Selman at cards. They now have to do all his chores for a week."

"And Blake?"

Gan sighs. "Blake just won't give up. After all this time, he's still talking about fighting the Federation, and going back to Earth."

One of the candles on the hall table suddenly flickers and goes out. She shivers and put her arms around Gan, pulling him close. "Don't ever go to Earth with Blake," she demands fiercely.

"I wouldn't, even if I could. But why do you say that?"

"Just a feeling."

"I used to get strange feelings." Gan reaches up to touch the top of his head. He can feel the hard edges where the limiter is bonded to his scalp, but it no longer hurts. And although he will never forget her, the pain of losing his first wife has also faded. He smiles at Kara's anxiety. "I'm not going to Earth – why would I, when everything I could want is right here, on Cygnus Alpha? I may be in exile, but for the first time in my life, I feel free."

***

Twitter: @TravisinaB7
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There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
Hugbot
A worthy final entry for the June artwork challenge! At last, you give us a Gan story with a happy end ... or do you?
At first, I really thought this was a change from the usual tissue box stories. But then some disturbing questions presented themselves: Does Kara really believe in the drug or does she know about Vargas’ scheme? Is life on an inhospitable planet like Cygnus Alpha not a bit too harsh for a ‘happy’ ending? Is life under the control of a dogmatic, lying cult really worthwhile?
A happy, peaceful tale on the outside with dark undercurrents on the inside; in other words, perfect B7!
 
Anniew
Travisina that's a clever story. Which would we prefer a life of happiness where we are being duped or a truthful life with little prospect of happiness and the likelihood of being killed at any moment? Lovely writing too!
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
 
Travisina
Thank you for your kind comments!

Well done to everyone for your stories - what a range of tales: clever, moving, funny and even horrific (thank you, Brad!).
This thread will now be locked, and Atomicmayo's new artwork challenge for July can be found here: Before & After
Twitter: @TravisinaB7
Tumblr: tumblr
There's no point being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes
 
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