Jimmeny Crickets, i've never written anything this short before!
But i'm getting back into writing ATM, and I thought I could do with all the practice I could get. It's like painting I guess... you gotta just write when you feel the need, and hopefully the flow will start to come back when you call on it.
Inspirado: I just read a fic that upset me most justly. This was my response.
What Scott Does In His Spare Time
Scott sat on the floor with a craft knife. He poised it carefully, taking form heavily into consideration, and narrowed his eyes so as to focus as accurately as possible on the form beneath the blade.
And then he pushed downwards, cutting morbidly neat red strips into the affair.
He turned the affair over, and poised the knife again.
Blunt, he thought. I like it blunt. For some reason Scott preferred the effort a blunt craft knife meant he had to put into the slicing. It made making neat lines a most difficult endeavour.
He pushed the blade a little more firmly, controlling it, as he liked to control everything around himself, to the point of great accuracy, tracing lines made by a red biro.
Red, so that the biro would not show up on the finished article.
Red was always Scott's favourite colour.
It seemed so… strong. Bright. Like hope. Like… hard work, that is always rewarded in the end.
Red was how he felt today. So red was a good choice here.
He cut a final line, and leaned back a little to observe his work. The focused concentration on his face faded a little, and he smiled, strangely proud of the result of his effort.
He picked up the little case the carving knife was kept in, and packed it away carefully. Wouldn't want anything getting accidentally cut, he thought absently. Though the blade was indeed blunt, it could still do quite some damage.
He put the case on the chest of drawers next to him, and stretched out a little before standing up.
He picked up the pieces of red litter he'd created and put them in the bin.
Then he picked up what he'd just most carefully cut out of the sheet of red cardboard, carried it over to his desk, and began sticking various angles together.
Fifteen minutes later, Jean knocked on Scotts door.
"I made you a hat," he said to her, presenting her with a complex red cardboard origami affair.
"You dork," said Jean, fondly.
Scott smiled like the goof he managed to turn into around his favourite friend that was a girl.
"I'm cute," he said, "not dorky."
"Sure," she grinned, smooched on him, and went to check herself out in his bedroom mirror.
"Hey," she said, "it kinda goes with my skirt."
"As I intended it to."
"You dork."
"You love it."
"Of course."
More authors note! Aren't I naughty. But now i'm gonna explain what that upsetting fic was about (it's safe you see, you've read what i've written) (or you just skipped down here... you never do know for sure with you people) (hehe j/k)...Basically, Scott was loathing Jean with a firey dispising passion, for no reason other than the author wanted to do some Jean bashing. This caused Scott to sit in his room and hack his arms to death because woe was him and Jean was a bitch monster of death. Naming no fic names... isn't that AWFUL? I couldn't stand it. Jean is not a bitch, she has a personality. Scott... well, I can't see him hacking his arms to bits because Jean was a bitch. I can see him being a dork and making complex origami hats (but only for Jean in private... ) because doesn't he just strike as the kind of guy that would have little quirks like that when he's not being Mr Macho King Geek Team Leader?
Heh. (I have also never written an A/N section this long before. I don't like it much. Never mind. Variation, eh.)