Your Daily Theme for December 20, 2012
Senseless
Write a description in first person using four of the five main senses. Try to narrate as if you are missing that fifth sense. If you choose to remove sight, don't use words like "darkness," if you choose hearing, don't use words like "silence," and so on.
I watched my friends as they went about their daily routines. Prowl would watch his nature shows, absorbing everything they expelled, Bulkhead was over by the window, painting something... I wasn't sure what it was yet, I would have to get closer to touch it.
Saving that plan for later, I switched my senses onto the other side of the room, by the sound of clicking and typing, I knew Optimus was probably looking over recent Decepticon activity; hearing clattering coming from the medbay, I turned just in time for Ratchet to proclaim his workplace "Finally clean!"
Saving all these tidbits away in my processor to be mulled over at a later date, I turned and smiled in the direction of jetpacks powering down. Sari stood in the entrance and waved at me, "Hey Bee! Guess what I got!" She hopped around excitedly.
Cocking my helm to one side, my fakely-colored optics narrowed on her, "What is it Sari? What's that behind your back?" I could sense one arm hidden behind her back.
"It's only the newest fighting game! Dad got it for me!"
"No way!" I smiled back at her, excitement matching her own. "We have got to try it out!"
"Yes!" Sari fist-pumped with the disk in her hand, "I knew you would agree!"
Prowl stood up behind us and sighed. "It is a good thing my program just ended, I'll be in my room." I feel him repressing laughter, ignoring it outwardly I scowled. "Crankshaft." I muttered behind his retreating form before leaping on the couch. "Who's ready to kick some ninja skidplates?!"
"Primus save us all..." Ratchet murmured from where he was with Optimus, who just shook his helm in barely-concealed amusement.
My highly sensitive audio-receptors caught him and Ratchet exchange a few quiet words of amusement as sounds of fighting filled the room. Bulkhead quit his painting to watch Sari and me kick some aft.
Although I would occasionally long to be able to experience things with my optics, times like this would make me realize I had it better now than if I had been sparked with that ability.
So dudes, I'm on this writing site called - this isn't an ad, by the way- and they do(did) this thing called "Figment Daily Themes" where they sent subscribers a theme/prompt thing, and it... well, prompted you to write. The whole idea was to get you to write more and some such.
Well anyway, I decided to place it in the Transformers 'verse, and so... VIOLA! Ya got a load of little stories.
So they ended Figment Daily Themes like... um... a week or so? Ago, so here I am, posting all my past stories that I've written for the prompts. Yep. Enjoy.
P.s. That basically means you get about 8 months (give or take a few days) worth of drabbles to read. So yeppers. It's feeding time.