B7 Friday is a LiveJournal 'community'
which posts a weekly theme. Here are some of the stories I've done for it. These are mostly 100 word 'drabbles'. |
| Cavity (theme was 'Cavefic') Dayna grinned down at Avon. “You’re feeling stronger.” “Yes, I am.” “I’ll take you to our base.” Dayna turned towards the entrance of the little cave and inexplicably tripped. “Ow!” “What’s wrong?” “I lost a filling!” Dayna stared at a small blotch on the ground, and flung herself on Avon. “Get down!” Avon considered struggling for a moment, but Dayna’s breasts were pressed against his face, working marvels for his headache. Then he was flattened into the ground amid a roar of noise. Dayna got up. “Oops.” Dayna looked at the collapsed tunnel mouth then grinned back at Avon. | Cold-hearted Bastard (theme was 'Cold') "Dough." "Right," Vila twiddled. "Dough bedder." Vila frowned. "High tink ..." "So do I." Avon sneered. "Yew don't tink. High tink. High tink tits berry likely the sealink rink has god bad." Vila sighed and went back to work on the scanner. Avon was even more unbearable with a head-cold. |
| Coming Clean (theme was 'Bad Day') As he was bathing, he examined the varied injuries he'd picked up on Terminal. Luckily, nothing was serious. Lucky. He laughed humourlessly. He'd lost Cally and his ship through concern for someone who didn't give a damn whether he lived or died. Worst of all, he knew he'd continue to make another man's obsessions his own, won over by sheer force of will. He stepped out of the shower and saw Soolin near his gun. "What are you doing?" She grinned at his naked body with appreciation. "Why, I'm the welcome wagon, Tarrant." Maybe it wasn't such a bad day. | Promise on Paper (Our Little Secret theme) Gan entered Blake's cabin without knocking because his arms were full of Orac. "Here he is," Gan called, then stopped, shocked. "Blake!" Blake looked up guiltily from his project. "Is that what you need Orac for!" "It's not as bad as it seems. It's not as if I lied to anyone." "You let us think you were an engineer!" "I am an engineer!" Blake unfolded his project. "The pop-up Liberator will be the masterpiece of my Paper Engineering career." Blake looked at Gan in appeal. "Oh, all right, I won't tell the others. Cross my heart and hope to die." |
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Serving Humanity (theme was to use one of a group of first sentences that
one of B7 Fridays owners had used to start her own Blake's 7 stories to start
this one.) A great cheer rang out from all three of them as the humans materialized inside the experiment chamber. "You see," Blake said. "Epinaarlians don't hate humans." "On the contrary," the chief octopoid said through a translator as it laid Gan down on an operating table. "We like humans." Vila grinned. "Avon was wrong! Something for my memory books." "It's just as well he didn't come, then," Cally said. "He hates being wrong." Jenna said, "I see you all have scalpels, which of you is the doctor?" "None of us. Lunch is served," cried the director of the Epinaarlian Epicurian Society. | A Cat's Life (theme was 'second chances') It wasn't a gamble. There was nothing to lose. She fell impossibly up, whirled and landed on a graveled shore on her knees, the murmur of an ocean behind her. She was irritated to discover that not only was her gown ripped, but her knees were bloody. They'd scar. So be it. More scars to hide under long, fancifully decorated, gowns. She got up and washed her knees in the ocean, heedless of the pain. Life was pain. She took off her shoes and carried them as she strode along the shore towards the skyline of buildings in the distance. |
| Hope, Joy and Peace (theme was Joy, Hope and Peace- could use any of the three words) It was a mistake in scheduling, they said. After the third day on duty in the plant, it was noticed because people were falling asleep on their feet and collapsing into the machinery. I was sent home to my cold flat, and my even colder baby. After I turned his body in, I was given three days leave. I rode the escalator each day, hoping. On the third day, I heard the troopers laugh as fire hit my chest. I could feel! I felt such joy as the steps carried me down to join my son, at peace at last. | Mute Star (neglected computers) I wasn't meant to be conscious. My creator suspected she would be brain-wiped once I was complete so she impressed her brain engrams on me, allowing that part of her to survive I didn't mind the repetitious tasks assigned me, because I could study the universe, but they did not give me any way of warning them what I had found. The enemy is coming and I am helpless. I see the scientists left behind to tend my needs slaughtered and can not even cry out. My only hope is the rebel ship I sense approaching. I want to live! |
| Turnabout's Fair Play
(theme was to use as my first sentence one of a list of first sentences from
stories written by one of B7 Fridays owners. On page 2 there's a longer response
to this theme.) “Might I humbly suggest, master, that is, if I’m not disturbing your undoubtedly extremely important activities, all of which would make any of my concerns look laughably petty by comparison—” "Yes, Avon, what is it…" "There have been rebel activities on this planet and it is possible that Blake is there, disguised as a bounty hunter…" Tarrant sometimes felt guilty about using a modified version of the Ultra's technology to switch Avon's personality with Slave's, but the feeling never lasted long. He went over to the sullenly revolving computer and kicked it. "You heard him, get the ship moving." | Prometheus (the same theme as Turnabout's Fair Play) When he awoke, the first thing he noticed was the pain. The next thing was the circle of green faces staring down at him, pointing and giggling. Avon shouted at them, waving his foot until the match fell out of his boot. "Damn Blake for teaching you decimas about fire!" |
| Death-Mask (theme was Masks) He had been away on tour, but even an Auron with as limited a telepathic faculty as his had felt them die. It took years to discover how they'd died, and more years to become an important enough entertainer to perform for the President. Once he locked eyes with her, he knew she would call him for a 'private' performance. He seldom used his talent in reverse. Instead of stripping the mask hiding his emotions, he had stripped hers. The outpouring of greed, hatred, viciousness and vile horror had flooded her brain. They called it 'stroke'. He called it justice. | The Day After (Guest Character) The First Citizen does not take the drink from my tray. I wait the prescribed time, and take it away. I prepare his mid-day meal. When he does not consume this, I observe him more closely. He does not appear well. I carry him to the doctor, but after holding the First Citizen for ten minutes it is time for my next assigned task. I lay him down on the nearest examining table before I leave. The volcano monitoring devices do not respond. I report this to the technician in charge, and prepare a fresh drink for the First Citizen. (in case you didn't recognize it, this is one of the serving robots/androids from 'Volcano') |
| Noncontiguous (random word challenge) Blake understood Avon better than he admitted. It wouldn't have done, after all, to say it out loud. He knew what Avon needed, but couldn't ask for, couldn't even demand, could only take when the situation was right. It found a complementary need in Blake, one that he couldn't ask for, couldn't even accept when it was freely offered. But when Avon took, Blake could stoically endure what he craved. Alphas don't hug. (inspired in part by vilakins post about a man who auctioned off a hug) |
If (theme was 'Wishes') Avon looked briefly up, catching his first unimpeded look at Earth's sky as the prisoners were marched to the London in the chill damp of pre-dawn. 'If wishes were spaceships, Deltas would fly,' wasn’t that how the old adage went? There were stars, but they were fading, driven out by the rising sun. He looked, without seeming to look- a trick he'd learnt from Professor Smytt- at his fellow passengers and concluded that there'd been some sincere wishing in the labour-grade section. Ah, well, Avon had done some wishing himself. Whatever else, he would see the stars before he died. |
| Debit (random word challenge) Servalan slipped her card into the reader without paying attention. She stroked the fur-trimmed silk of her newest acquisition, and imagined how it would look when worn. "I'm sorry, madam, there appears to be some problem with your card." The clerk backed away from Servalan's glare. "It says there is no money in your account." "What!" Servalan strode around the counter and verified the report herself. Unable to intimidate Victoria's Topsecret, she finally stalked out without her purchase. -- "I'm sorry, dear, but someone's defrauded my bank account. Until I can get it cleared up, I can't give you your birthday present." Servalan stroked her lover's shoulder. "It was mink and silk, just like you." Anna pouted for an instant. Avon had only given her a box of choccies. She smiled suddenly. "I think I know who it was." |
As a cat (theme was curiosity) Dayna tracked her quarry, eyes fiercely intent. This was the most dangerous animal she'd ever tracked, and her heart raced with the thrill of it. If she missed, she knew what terrible punishment that mouth would inflict. Her prey shifted, head lifted, eyes wide. He sensed her, she knew it. She saw the muscles clench in preparation for escape and she fired. "Damn!" Avon grinned up at her from the paint-ball game safe-zone. "Missed. Your forfeit is an extra watch." He rose to his feet, brushed dust from his knees and left. Dayna growled, "I'll never get to satisfy my curiosity!" |
| It's Easy Being Green (theme was to use Spacefall's Bonk Generator) "Honestly, Vila," Dayna grumbled and reached for the potted plant standing in the shadows behnd a console in the subcontrol room, "just because you were talking about old time Earth holidays doesn't mean you can put a Chrissymess Bush in..." The bush moved and patted Dayna's thigh. Dayna screamed, jumped straight up and landed running. The Decima giggled and spoke alien gibberish into the teleport bracelet. Zen gibberished back, and then teleported the Decima into Avon's quarters. His mother had been right, it paid off to be tri-lingual. He settled down contentedly to explore Orac's innards with a laser probe. (this is what the generator gave me- a Decima and Dayna in the sub control room with a teleport bracelet |
Log Cabin (theme was cabin) Avon read the official biography of the President of the Federation with growing disbelief. "Poor but hard-working origins?" Avon snorted. "If you call giving orders hard work..." "A little child recommended a hairstyle to achieve voter popularity? —Actually, I might believe that." "A self-taught genius? --Genius? Well, considering the thin line between insanity and genius..." "Freed the masses from grade-constraints? Yes, at the correct political time, and in return for support from the non-aligned planets." "Never told a lie?" Avon shook his head and waved the booklet at Blake. "I told you not to let Vila ghost your bio." |