B2MEM 2012 - The very last gasp
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altarielMy very last entries for the Back to Middle-earth Month bingo challenge.
Prompts:
16th March 3019: Shagrat en route to Barad-dûr
Poetic forms: tanka
Write what you know: what scares you
Panopticon
Ailing and stumbling
Through the dark sad waste land
The perfect slave
Made to serve and serving
Darkness inescapable
*
Prompts:
Alternate viewpoints: "A Long-Expected Party"
Scientific achievement: Pulley
Necessity is...
It wasn’t only the smaller hobbit-children curious as to what treasures were hidden in the grounds of Bag End. Many of the tweens (who should have known better) were also excited, and some of the more adventurous applied themselves with a dedication that would have astonished their parents (and perhaps encouraged them). Alas for these young explorers that their inventiveness (the wood and ropes having been borrowed from Old Noakes’ shed) came to naught, and the vanguard of their assault on the garden wall (Master Everard Took) was met by two business-like dwarves who promptly escorted him off the premises...
*
Prompts:
Facets of Faramir: Questioner
Off the Map's Edge: The Dunlendings
One Man’s Meat
“Us they call the Straw-Heads,” she told him. “And they hate us for settling in lands they deem their own. But you...”
“Aye?” he said. “And what do they call us?”
“They have many names for you. Stone-Eaters, for how your forefathers wrought towers and cities from mountains—”
“That might be taken as praise—”
“Tree-Fellers, Fire-Makers—”
“Those less so—”
“And Land-Robbers.”
That last he pondered for some time. Whence, he asked himself, comes such implacable hate? He did not need his books to give him the answer: that one man’s settlement is another’s dispossession. Another’s exile.
*
Prompts:
Alternate viewpoints: "The Uruk-Hai"
Poetic forms: Free verse
Consider Phlebas
After the battle,
After the blood and the iron,
After the fall and the defeat,
After the confession (and the absolution),
Comes the voyage home.
The river took me.
Little wooden coffin-boat let slip;
Jetsam bobbing on the water.
Farewell, friends! Farewell, arms!
My time is past.
The water holds me now and soon the sea.
Dreams of sunlit lands wash over me
And this world of war recedes.
I am blessed and beloved.
I am at peace at last.
I am going soon; I am leaving.
I am passing down the river.
I am passing through my brother’s dreams.
Prompts:
16th March 3019: Shagrat en route to Barad-dûr
Poetic forms: tanka
Write what you know: what scares you
Panopticon
Ailing and stumbling
Through the dark sad waste land
The perfect slave
Made to serve and serving
Darkness inescapable
*
Prompts:
Alternate viewpoints: "A Long-Expected Party"
Scientific achievement: Pulley
Necessity is...
It wasn’t only the smaller hobbit-children curious as to what treasures were hidden in the grounds of Bag End. Many of the tweens (who should have known better) were also excited, and some of the more adventurous applied themselves with a dedication that would have astonished their parents (and perhaps encouraged them). Alas for these young explorers that their inventiveness (the wood and ropes having been borrowed from Old Noakes’ shed) came to naught, and the vanguard of their assault on the garden wall (Master Everard Took) was met by two business-like dwarves who promptly escorted him off the premises...
*
Prompts:
Facets of Faramir: Questioner
Off the Map's Edge: The Dunlendings
One Man’s Meat
“Us they call the Straw-Heads,” she told him. “And they hate us for settling in lands they deem their own. But you...”
“Aye?” he said. “And what do they call us?”
“They have many names for you. Stone-Eaters, for how your forefathers wrought towers and cities from mountains—”
“That might be taken as praise—”
“Tree-Fellers, Fire-Makers—”
“Those less so—”
“And Land-Robbers.”
That last he pondered for some time. Whence, he asked himself, comes such implacable hate? He did not need his books to give him the answer: that one man’s settlement is another’s dispossession. Another’s exile.
*
Prompts:
Alternate viewpoints: "The Uruk-Hai"
Poetic forms: Free verse
Consider Phlebas
After the battle,
After the blood and the iron,
After the fall and the defeat,
After the confession (and the absolution),
Comes the voyage home.
The river took me.
Little wooden coffin-boat let slip;
Jetsam bobbing on the water.
Farewell, friends! Farewell, arms!
My time is past.
The water holds me now and soon the sea.
Dreams of sunlit lands wash over me
And this world of war recedes.
I am blessed and beloved.
I am at peace at last.
I am going soon; I am leaving.
I am passing down the river.
I am passing through my brother’s dreams.
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Date: 2012-04-18 04:03 pm (UTC)wait for it....
never give a Sukkah an elven Blake.
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Date: 2012-04-18 04:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-18 04:55 pm (UTC)The "Avon went to Gauda Prime and all I got was this lousy t-shirt" (three bullet holes) shirt was on the top of the stack yesterday...
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Date: 2012-04-18 11:44 pm (UTC)Four such different pieces--and each really effective in its own way!
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Date: 2012-04-19 06:40 am (UTC)Phew, though, I really lost momentum! Three weeks to do four pieces that would have taken me two days in March!
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Date: 2012-04-19 06:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-19 10:52 pm (UTC)I've got too may WIPs now, after B2MeM. It's difficult to know which one to try and finish first.
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Date: 2012-04-21 11:33 am (UTC)That's certainly true! I was careful not to start any new long stories as I've got plenty on the go already - although I wish I'd made a bit of an advance on a couple of those during March. Never mind, end of term will come eventually.