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 February Fanfic Challenge
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| trevor travis |
Posted on 20 February 2015 21:50:23
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Well since PC insisted: Roses are red Violets are blue Someone's squashed Gan And blown up Cally, too |
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| purplecleric |
Posted on 21 February 2015 11:15:38
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Thanks for that, TT! My February is now complete  |
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| Spaceship Dispatcher |
Posted on 21 February 2015 20:22:21
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Have just caught up with this thread and it's all good stuff, but these especially caught my attention... @ Sue and Lurena - this was a nice little scene, with Avon and Cally chatting over the subjective meanings of fashion, and the dialogue was so perfect that I could hear Paul and Jan reading the lines as though it was a Liberator Chronicle with no extra effort at all. @ trevor travis - the idea of a Lady Christina/Blake's 7 cross-over was clever and fun, and indirectly brought the Avengers and Iris Wildthyme inspirations behind Dr Who: Planet of the Dead with it! @ Hugbot - in something like this, I would not normally choose a favourite... but your 'red room' on the Liberator, part of an advanced form of psychological technology that in a way parallels the mind control of the Federation but in a voluntary and benevolent way, really worked as a concept and in your execution with some lovely prose. This one really worked for me. @ Purplecleric - GT wandering out of the pub onto a Dr Who location shoot is the craziest and funniest idea yet! |
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| purplecleric |
Posted on 23 February 2015 08:12:55
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The month draws near to an end, but there's always time for one more. I Thought I Heard A Bluebird Sing Somewhere over the rainbow... Violet flowers nod their heads in the gentle breeze, in time with Cally’s dance. She is alone, but in her head a chorus sings – a chorus of clones, scaling the ranges of notes, lyrics and emotion. Cally delights. Indigo skies deepen to midnight and the primitives marvel at the new star in the heavens. Its sight spawns tales of angels and messiahs and the Liberator sails on. Blue digits scroll across the screen and Avon studies them intently. Yes, it is working, he’s made the breakthrough! He can’t wait to tell Anna, to revel in the admiration in her eyes. There is warmth in Avon’s smile. Green leaves tremble, dappling golden sunlight in the glade and the babble and chuckle of the brook is mirrored in his companions‘ conversations. They head out of the forest, into the hills, away from the domes. Blake is free. Yellow gold shines almost as sweetly as his girl’s eyes as Vila slips the ring on her finger. A ring he has bought. His own eyes twinkle as he schemes how to liberate the rest of the jewellery from the store. Vila is secure. Orange-sweet fruit flesh melts in his mouth and the juice runs down Gan’s chin. The harvest is good this year. He hugs his woman to him, giving a little extra squeeze. Gan makes plans. Red lights flash and the proximity alarms sound. Jenna ignores them, concentrating on steering the ship. Yes! She’s made it! Another patrol evaded, more cargo delivered. She pumps a salute at her crew. Jenna is triumphant. But there are no rainbows. This is the twenty – third century where men must fight for freedom, must fight the Federation for real dreams, and where some men must fight the enemy within. They seldom win. |
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| Spaceship Dispatcher |
Posted on 23 February 2015 10:59:06
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Excellent, PC! You create such great word pictures with so few... well, words!  |
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| littlesue |
Posted on 23 February 2015 11:15:48
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PC.....just lovely
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/ |
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| Travisina |
Posted on 23 February 2015 12:40:30
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That's heartbreakingly beautiful, PC - love it.
Twitter: @TravisinaB7
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| purplecleric |
Posted on 23 February 2015 12:40:38
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Surprising, eh? Considering I'm so garrulous in real life! |
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| Anniew |
Posted on 23 February 2015 12:47:29
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Ah sad and truthful. A lovely piece of writing.
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
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| trevor travis |
Posted on 23 February 2015 12:50:46
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Another great entry. I think February has surpassed January, even though that in itself was very good. |
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| Spaceship Dispatcher |
Posted on 23 February 2015 13:11:31
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trevor travis wrote: Another great entry. I think February has surpassed January, even though that in itself was very good. January didn't have Lady Christina. |
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| purplecleric |
Posted on 25 February 2015 14:59:55
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I admit it, I'm weak... I couldn't let the month slide by without a nod to the infamous lobster suit. So here's one for Lurena and littlesue - enjoy, ladies! Memento Mori Avon pauses as he approaches the hut, shaking his head in disbelief. They’d made a fire! The smoke signal, the heat signature... of all the stupid things to do. Sometimes he doubts their determination to survive. His hand slips into his pocket, taking out the small square reminder of why he battles on. As he fingers this souvenir he opens his mind to the past, to the memories. They’d mocked him, couldn’t comprehend its significance. But he remembers how it felt, how he felt when he wore it. How he stood a little straighter, walked a little taller; the flamboyance a far cry from the dull drone of the dome he had been. He remembers its subtle protection, the deceptive softness concealing a resilience more enduring than his own. And he remembers the smooth, supple sensation of skin upon skin so reminiscent of her caress, her skin. The colour evoked the fine wine they had shared, the colour of her lips freshly bruised from a kiss, the public blush when their eyes first met, the private flush when their bodies followed suit. It’s the warm rich pulse of passion and plans, of daring and dreams. It’s a reminder of the man he’d hoped to be, a memento of the man he’d almost been. Avon closes his eyes and sighs – opens them to see two bounty hunters sneak into the hut. He takes a deep breath, shuts his mind and draws his gun. His voice is cold. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” And amongst the scrubby coarse grass of Gauda Prime, a scrap of worn red leather lies discarded. |
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| littlesue |
Posted on 25 February 2015 16:07:23
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purplecleric wrote: I admit it, I'm weak... I couldn't let the month slide by without a nod to the infamous lobster suit. So here's one for Lurena and littlesue - enjoy, ladies! Memento Mori Avon pauses as he approaches the hut, shaking his head in disbelief. They’d made a fire! The smoke signal, the heat signature... of all the stupid things to do. Sometimes he doubts their determination to survive. His hand slips into his pocket, taking out the small square reminder of why he battles on. As he fingers this souvenir he opens his mind to the past, to the memories. They’d mocked him, couldn’t comprehend its significance. But he remembers how it felt, how he felt when he wore it. How he stood a little straighter, walked a little taller; the flamboyance a far cry from the dull drone of the dome he had been. He remembers its subtle protection, the deceptive softness concealing a resilience more enduring than his own. And he remembers the smooth, supple sensation of skin upon skin so reminiscent of her caress, her skin. The colour evoked the fine wine they had shared, the colour of her lips freshly bruised from a kiss, the public blush when their eyes first met, the private flush when their bodies followed suit. It’s the warm rich pulse of passion and plans, of daring and dreams. It’s a reminder of the man he’d hoped to be, a memento of the man he’d almost been. Avon closes his eyes and sighs – opens them to see two bounty hunters sneak into the hut. He takes a deep breath, shuts his mind and draws his gun. His voice is cold. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” And amongst the scrubby coarse grass of Gauda Prime, a scrap of worn red leather lies discarded. oooohhh...excuse me while I come over all unnecessary..................................................... 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/ |
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| Anniew |
Posted on 25 February 2015 17:29:08
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Ah, Ms Cleric you do passion very .....passionately. Weak at knees now. If the lobster suit is at Return to Gauda Prime I may just swoon!
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
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| littlesue |
Posted on 25 February 2015 18:06:28
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Anniew wrote: Ah, Ms Cleric you do passion very .....passionately. Weak at knees now. If the lobster suit is at Return to Gauda Prime I may just swoon! Well, it was last year...so we will have to talk nicely to Gary. Maybe all us ladies who are like minded about a certain rather nice computer expert, can all have a photo with us surrounding the said outfit.................... 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/ |
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| Travisina |
Posted on 25 February 2015 19:08:33
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I'm probably alone here in not much liking the lobster suit (I prefer Avon in black) - but your story could change my mind, PC. Beautiful description, sigh. Twitter: @TravisinaB7
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| Anniew |
Posted on 25 February 2015 20:57:28
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Travissina, I too have hated the lobster suit but now it is forever associated with passion and Avon - hence the swoon!
Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I won't.
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| littlesue |
Posted on 25 February 2015 22:18:27
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Oh yes, I prefer that rather nice computer expert in black. Especially that lovely flowing shirt he acquired in Aftermath!!! Methinks there will be deep, serious discussions in October...and we then can all inspect the costumes and decide upon their merits!!! I'm afraid needlework was not my strong subject at school, but I found the costumes (on show at Smallspace, where I was able to look at and handle them for the first time) fascinating. I really think a book is in order. Meanwhile, I too, shall have another nice swoon.......................(You've started something, PC.) 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/ |
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| purplecleric |
Posted on 25 February 2015 22:59:51
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Thank you  I'm sure the Avon ladies will gather in force at RTGP3 for a deep intellectual debate about a very complex character (complete with Kleenex to mop up the drool!) Swoon away, but only for a short while - you've got to pull yourself together in time for March's challenge. I'm (wo)manfully trying not to give in to the urge to select 'Black' as the word prompt... |
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| Lurena |
Posted on 25 February 2015 23:32:15
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purplecleric wrote: I admit it, I'm weak... I couldn't let the month slide by without a nod to the infamous lobster suit. So here's one for Lurena and littlesue - enjoy, ladies! Memento Mori Avon pauses as he approaches the hut, shaking his head in disbelief. They’d made a fire! The smoke signal, the heat signature... of all the stupid things to do. Sometimes he doubts their determination to survive. His hand slips into his pocket, taking out the small square reminder of why he battles on. As he fingers this souvenir he opens his mind to the past, to the memories. They’d mocked him, couldn’t comprehend its significance. But he remembers how it felt, how he felt when he wore it. How he stood a little straighter, walked a little taller; the flamboyance a far cry from the dull drone of the dome he had been. He remembers its subtle protection, the deceptive softness concealing a resilience more enduring than his own. And he remembers the smooth, supple sensation of skin upon skin so reminiscent of her caress, her skin. The colour evoked the fine wine they had shared, the colour of her lips freshly bruised from a kiss, the public blush when their eyes first met, the private flush when their bodies followed suit. It’s the warm rich pulse of passion and plans, of daring and dreams. It’s a reminder of the man he’d hoped to be, a memento of the man he’d almost been. Avon closes his eyes and sighs – opens them to see two bounty hunters sneak into the hut. He takes a deep breath, shuts his mind and draws his gun. His voice is cold. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” And amongst the scrubby coarse grass of Gauda Prime, a scrap of worn red leather lies discarded. Ohhh that's beautiful! You moved me to tears and I just needed that! Thanks a million Purplecleric! .....  *swoon.........................................................................* ..... Lara&Sue's Blake's 7 stories and *my PD as Kerr Avon Tribute*
*No, I am not. I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going.* |
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