Drabble time!

[agilebrit]

Since the You Got the Stones challenge fic is royally kicking my arse, I've decided to drabble...

Title: Poetry Slam
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower.
Written for: wordoftheday100's "Mellifluous" challenge.
Notes: Spoilers for the Angel finale; Spike's POV.

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It was a rough place, all right. Well, bloody hell. It might be his last night on earth. If anyone booed him, he'd just eat them. He took his seat on the stool up on stage, grabbing the microphone and leaning into it.

Every eye was riveted on him. His mellifluous voice roughened by a few shots of liquid courage, he belted out the poem and waited for reaction. And as the bar erupted into applause and enthusiastic shouts, he felt a curious vindication. He was still a good man, perhaps...but maybe he wasn't a bad poet after all.

Comments

just like any other artist....

[danielbmoses.livejournal.com]

he just had to wait til well after his death for his work to be appreciated. it's odd how that goes...

Re: just like any other artist....

[agilebrit.livejournal.com]

[grin] Typical, huh?

[illmantrim.livejournal.com]

veery well done!

[agilebrit.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :-)

[whirligigged.livejournal.com]

Kickass drabble. Especially liked the- "Well, bloody hell. It might be his last night on earth. If anyone booed him, he'd just eat them." Very sensible, I think. And the ending made me smile. ^_^

[agilebrit.livejournal.com]

Well, I've had Spike exhibit that attitude before, so it didn't seem too far off the beaten path for him.

And argh. That means I'm starting to repeat myself. Maybe Hubby and Mom are right. They do tend to be...