slight improvements
Mar. 21st, 2019 12:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skye_writerThings seem to be going a little better for me. I'm still reading that McKinley book, and I wrote! Words! Of fiction! Two days in a row!!
Both of them were very short prompt fills, one for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
100words and one for getyourwordsout. But hey, all words are good words, and I'm not complaining. I'll post the fills at the end of this post so you can read 'em if you want.
I'm honestly glad to have written anything at all, because honestly it's just proof that I still can. I know my writing tends to come in cycles and I should probably get used to that, but it's just... frustrating sometimes? I would like to write most days. Like, more often than not, but I'm not terribly good at that, it seems like. I get overwhelmed and stuff and yeah. I don't know.
Anyway. I'm hoping my days continue to improve. I think I'm gonna go digging around for another prompt to fill today. (If anyone can rec some prompt comms or sites or whatever, that'd be great.)
The fills in question:
100words fill: prompt: escape
TRON: Legacy fic, POV character Quorra.
You're running away. You don't stop to think of what will happen after; as far as you're concerned, there won't be an after. Your escape is merely a postponement of the inevitable: deresolution. Death. The end. It has already happened to so many of your brothers and sisters; why should you avoid that fate?
But you do, somehow. You make it to the Outlands, outrunning and outlasting those patrols that pursued you. And then you find Him: the User, the Creator. Flynn. He takes you in, begins to teach you, hides you. Saves you.
You sometimes feel he shouldn't have.
getyourwordsout fill: dialogue prompt: "You can go by yourself."
TRON: Legacy fic again. AU where young Sam is on the Grid the night of Clu's coup, and Tron has to save him.
He carries Sam up the steps and across the bridge to the brilliant column of light that is the Portal. They both can hear the shouts of Clu and his men behind them. Tron sets Sam on his feet, then unhooks the boy’s disc and hands it to him. “Step into the light and hold up your disc,” he says. “I’ll hold them off for as long as I can.”
Sam shakes. “You’re not coming with me?” His eyes are glassy with tears.
“You can go by yourself,” Tron replies, glancing over his shoulder. The voices are louder, closer. “I have to stop Clu, and save your father.”
Sam nods slowly. “Okay. I’ll—I’ll get Uncle Alan. We’ll come back for Dad.”
“Sounds good.” Tron claps Sam on the shoulder. “Now get going.”
Sam steps into the light, holds up his disc. It pulls out of his hands and begins to ascend. Tron watches for a moment, satisfied, then pulls out his own disc and readies himself for a fight.
He doesn’t see Clu and his men, though. He just sees a disc, thrown in a wide arc that will miss Tron—and strike Sam. Without thinking, Tron throws himself at Sam, ready to take a derezzing blow if it means the boy will survive.
But instead of the pain of a disc strike, what Tron experiences instead is warmth washing over him, and a sensation like being pulled up by his shoulders.
And then he’s tackled Sam to the ground, and he realizes with an awful lurch that they’re not on the Grid anymore.
They’re in the Users’ world.
Both of them were very short prompt fills, one for
100words and one for getyourwordsout. But hey, all words are good words, and I'm not complaining. I'll post the fills at the end of this post so you can read 'em if you want.I'm honestly glad to have written anything at all, because honestly it's just proof that I still can. I know my writing tends to come in cycles and I should probably get used to that, but it's just... frustrating sometimes? I would like to write most days. Like, more often than not, but I'm not terribly good at that, it seems like. I get overwhelmed and stuff and yeah. I don't know.
Anyway. I'm hoping my days continue to improve. I think I'm gonna go digging around for another prompt to fill today. (If anyone can rec some prompt comms or sites or whatever, that'd be great.)
The fills in question:
100words fill: prompt: escapeTRON: Legacy fic, POV character Quorra.
You're running away. You don't stop to think of what will happen after; as far as you're concerned, there won't be an after. Your escape is merely a postponement of the inevitable: deresolution. Death. The end. It has already happened to so many of your brothers and sisters; why should you avoid that fate?
But you do, somehow. You make it to the Outlands, outrunning and outlasting those patrols that pursued you. And then you find Him: the User, the Creator. Flynn. He takes you in, begins to teach you, hides you. Saves you.
You sometimes feel he shouldn't have.
getyourwordsout fill: dialogue prompt: "You can go by yourself."TRON: Legacy fic again. AU where young Sam is on the Grid the night of Clu's coup, and Tron has to save him.
He carries Sam up the steps and across the bridge to the brilliant column of light that is the Portal. They both can hear the shouts of Clu and his men behind them. Tron sets Sam on his feet, then unhooks the boy’s disc and hands it to him. “Step into the light and hold up your disc,” he says. “I’ll hold them off for as long as I can.”
Sam shakes. “You’re not coming with me?” His eyes are glassy with tears.
“You can go by yourself,” Tron replies, glancing over his shoulder. The voices are louder, closer. “I have to stop Clu, and save your father.”
Sam nods slowly. “Okay. I’ll—I’ll get Uncle Alan. We’ll come back for Dad.”
“Sounds good.” Tron claps Sam on the shoulder. “Now get going.”
Sam steps into the light, holds up his disc. It pulls out of his hands and begins to ascend. Tron watches for a moment, satisfied, then pulls out his own disc and readies himself for a fight.
He doesn’t see Clu and his men, though. He just sees a disc, thrown in a wide arc that will miss Tron—and strike Sam. Without thinking, Tron throws himself at Sam, ready to take a derezzing blow if it means the boy will survive.
But instead of the pain of a disc strike, what Tron experiences instead is warmth washing over him, and a sensation like being pulled up by his shoulders.
And then he’s tackled Sam to the ground, and he realizes with an awful lurch that they’re not on the Grid anymore.
They’re in the Users’ world.
