It’s called “Guess the Voyager episode by a single emoji”
I’ll start with an easy one:
🐒
It’s called “Guess the Voyager episode by a single emoji”
I’ll start with an easy one:
🐒
That was too easy ;) Do I even need to mention it? Okay, okay.
🍨
I’m going with Persistence of Vision here.
Then here’s the next one:
✍🏻
Aaaah… hunters?
Oh well…. Scorpion (Part 2)?
Yes, yes!
(Unforgettable would have been okay too.)
👭
Deadlock or Endgame!
I was thinking of Deadlock, so YES!
Macrocosm?
Yep!
This one might be a bit harder since it’s just a fleeting moment in an episode:
💄
The Cloud?
That was fast :) Your turn.
@jcshipperj, come on, join in :)
It’s called “Guess the Voyager episode by a single emoji”
I’ll start with an easy one:
🐒
That was too easy ;) Do I even need to mention it? Okay, okay.
🍨
I’m going with Persistence of Vision here.
Then here’s the next one:
✍🏻
Aaaah… hunters?
Oh well…. Scorpion (Part 2)?
Yes, yes!
(Unforgettable would have been okay too.)
👭
Deadlock or Endgame!
I was thinking of Deadlock, so YES!
Macrocosm?
Yep!
This one might be a bit harder since it’s just a fleeting moment in an episode:
💄
It’s called “Guess the Voyager episode by a single emoji”
I’ll start with an easy one:
🐒
That was too easy ;) Do I even need to mention it? Okay, okay.
🍨
I’m going with Persistence of Vision here.
Then here’s the next one:
✍🏻
It’s called “Guess the Voyager episode by a single emoji”
I’ll start with an easy one:
🐒
That was too easy ;) Do I even need to mention it? Okay, okay.
🍨
I’m going with Persistence of Vision here.
Then here’s the next one:
✍🏻
Aaaah… hunters?
Oh well…. Scorpion (Part 2)?
Yes, yes!
(Unforgettable would have been okay too.)
It’s called “Guess the Voyager episode by a single emoji”
I’ll start with an easy one:
🐒
That was too easy ;) Do I even need to mention it? Okay, okay.
🍨
I’m going with Persistence of Vision here.
It’s called “Guess the Voyager episode by a single emoji”
I’ll start with an easy one:
🐒
That was too easy ;) Do I even need to mention it? Okay, okay.
🍨
I’m going with Persistence of Vision here.
Then here’s the next one:
✍🏻
Aaaah… hunters?
Oh well…. Scorpion (Part 2)?
Yes, yes!
(Unforgettable would have been okay too.)
👭
Deadlock or Endgame!
I was thinking of Deadlock, so YES!
Macrocosm?
This one is from/for @ailtara. 407 words. I’m not sure it’s exactly what she was looking for, but it’s a start to build from. I’ll likely continue this story, because I will never have enough words for this episode.
For now, first person to identify the ep gets to pick the next. And if you can’t tell, then I’m either horrible at this, or you’ve never actually seen Voyager.
He can taste the champagne on her lips. Intoxicating wisps of alcohol spill from her breath.
Her cheek in his palm is warm and soft. Her arms wrap around him, dragging him closer with each prolonged second until he is unsure where he ends and she begins.
He is basking in their every movement, relishing the feel of her supple skin as he presses his hand along her thigh. He memorizes every sigh that escapes her love-drunk tongue.
Until.
Everything changes. The lake grows dark, the boat ends its rhythmic swaying. The ground is hard beneath his knees.
Her lips are still.
He rushes, not to savor and enjoy them, but to breathe life back into them. His hands are gripping greedily, not to explore, but to claim her as his and chase away death. He is pressing on her now, moving life-blood around already failed systems, forcing his own stale breath from her lungs. He shakes her and holds her and cries out for only the wind to hear.
And then.
He is awake, hands clenched around fistfuls of sheets. He closes his eyes, leans back on his elbows and tries to ignore the hollow wail of anguish ringing in his ears.
But he does not succeed.
The chronometer by his bedside assures him it is sufficiently late. She will be asleep by now, certainly. And it’s too early to wake her. But he has to know which reality he is living in.
As he dresses he makes peace with this inappropriate, but extremely necessary, thing he is about to do.
He passes no one enroute to her quarters. Elicits no attention while he overrides her door lock. Is silent as he steals into her bedroom.
He watches as the covers rise and fall. She is just the right amount of peaceful.
Turning to leave, he sees the rose in a glass vase by her bedside. He remembers how soft and supple it was when he picked it for her. He takes one single petal from the blossom.
Back in the appropriateness of his quarters he regards the stolen treasure. It is delicate peach at the edge bleeding down to deep rose and every shade in between that he knows she blushed to. The same, fleshy softness is weightless in his palm. A similar, sweet smell is light in the air.
He rests.
Until it is time for her to breathe life into him once again.
Another note: Like many of these drab-lets, this one started out way over word count and I couldn’t imagine cutting it down. But I’m telling you, fellow writer friends, crafting a story to a specific number is SUCH an insanely awesome lesson. Please try it with me sometime.
Tell me where you live so that I can come over there and beat you up for this unsolicited trip to Feeladelphia, you heart-twisting auteur fatale!
And please invite @ailtara to your house at the time, so that I don’t have to make the extra trip to beat her up for choosing this episode!
“Ok”
“Can I Get Some Dick Tonight”
“She seems cool is she a model” that would work for me TBH
“Everything good?”
“Do you need anything?”
“Thanks”
“All of my classes are cancelled today lol”
“Yayyyyyy <3″
“Cool”
“I’m so tired I just want to tumble into bed wrapped in your arms and sleep in your warmth for the next hundred years.”
I am the sleepiest candidate.“You too 😘”