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alaylithTitle: Lost Man's Roaming
Theme: July Writing Prompt #06 - July 22
Prompt: List (you must use four of the six random words in your fic)
>>> Thirteen, green, ice, meeting, carpet, train
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Rating: PG
Universe: BBC
Characters: John
Word Count: 329
Summary: Roaming the city, lost in thoughts...
A/N: Weeeeellllllll... I already had a main subject for all prompts in mind, but while I wrote this little thingie, I got another (better / crazier) idea I could use as main subject...
I just have to check in how far the earlier ficlets fit to the new idea and then we'll have to see if I manage to finish the new idea in all these prompts. :D
Now it start's to get interesting. ^^
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Closing the door after him, John hurries down the hallway of the hospital without looking anyone in the eye.
He passes the elevator and opens the door to the staircase, taking the thirteen steps of each floor hurriedly and almost tripping over his own two feet.
When he is outside he turns to the right – away from the direction of Baker Street – and starts walking without looking were he goes.
He passes shops he does not recognize, bumps into people he does not see and ignores the sounds of the city bustling with life all around him.
He feels like ice; his body cold and his emotions frozen. He is not amused by the thought that this could be how Sherlock (Moriarty) always feels and starts to walk faster, trying to outrun his own thoughts and memories.
He does not know how long (and how far) he roamed through the city, when he reaches a small park nestled between several high rises and John walks through the gate.
Not many people are here at this time of day - sunset? He already left the hospital hours ago? – and after only a few steps he leaves the path to wander through the thick trees and bushes.
On a small glade he finally stops, his chest heaving and sweat glittering on his brow.
He leans his back against a big tree and slides down to sit on the fresh, green grass.
He cards his fingers through the soft blades, soft like a carpet and stares forward, not really seeing anything.
When a gentle wind blows through his hair, carrying the smell of rain and for a moment he believes to smell chlorine.
His breath hitches and a shudder runs through his body. He pulls his legs up to his chest, hugs them almost painfully and lays down his head on his knees.
He is not sure if the lost whimper comes from him or is just a sound in the wind.
Theme: July Writing Prompt #06 - July 22
Prompt: List (you must use four of the six random words in your fic)
>>> Thirteen, green, ice, meeting, carpet, train
Author:
alaylithRating: PG
Universe: BBC
Characters: John
Word Count: 329
Summary: Roaming the city, lost in thoughts...
A/N: Weeeeellllllll... I already had a main subject for all prompts in mind, but while I wrote this little thingie, I got another (better / crazier) idea I could use as main subject...
I just have to check in how far the earlier ficlets fit to the new idea and then we'll have to see if I manage to finish the new idea in all these prompts. :D
Now it start's to get interesting. ^^
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Closing the door after him, John hurries down the hallway of the hospital without looking anyone in the eye.
He passes the elevator and opens the door to the staircase, taking the thirteen steps of each floor hurriedly and almost tripping over his own two feet.
When he is outside he turns to the right – away from the direction of Baker Street – and starts walking without looking were he goes.
He passes shops he does not recognize, bumps into people he does not see and ignores the sounds of the city bustling with life all around him.
He feels like ice; his body cold and his emotions frozen. He is not amused by the thought that this could be how Sherlock (Moriarty) always feels and starts to walk faster, trying to outrun his own thoughts and memories.
He does not know how long (and how far) he roamed through the city, when he reaches a small park nestled between several high rises and John walks through the gate.
Not many people are here at this time of day - sunset? He already left the hospital hours ago? – and after only a few steps he leaves the path to wander through the thick trees and bushes.
On a small glade he finally stops, his chest heaving and sweat glittering on his brow.
He leans his back against a big tree and slides down to sit on the fresh, green grass.
He cards his fingers through the soft blades, soft like a carpet and stares forward, not really seeing anything.
When a gentle wind blows through his hair, carrying the smell of rain and for a moment he believes to smell chlorine.
His breath hitches and a shudder runs through his body. He pulls his legs up to his chest, hugs them almost painfully and lays down his head on his knees.
He is not sure if the lost whimper comes from him or is just a sound in the wind.
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Date: 24/07/2012 06:05 (UTC)And getting a new idea for the whole thing helped as well, even though I might use the old idea for a one shot some time. ;)