Inkhadedlady and I decided to write a series of 100 word drabbles about Wicked. At the moment we are not using any prompts or giving ourselves a number to aim to write and we will just update when an idea comes into our heads. We are both fairly new fanfic writers so we would appreciate reviews or constructive criticism.
This first fic is by me (deeplyshallow) but Inkhandedlady already has some written which will be uploaded soon
Disclaimer: Every so often I long to steal to the land of I own Wicked but then I realise I'm limited to only using the song words for writing fanfiction disclaimers
wow, the intro is longer than the fic, that's a good start...
And I'll stand there with the Wizard,
Feeling things I've never felt,
And though I'd never show it,
I'd be so happy I could melt
I'd been young when I made that statement, young and naïve, yet unbelievably, despite all odds, it had come true. It was true that Fiyero wasn't the Wizard, I was glad, the Wizard was corrupt and had no power, but Fiyero always seemed to have some sort of magic about him. I was definitely feeling things I'd never felt; excited, hopeful, a little sad, hopelessly in love and, of course, so happy I could melt.