Measured Words

First, one that I wrote this morning, and then missed the deadline for posting for Inception100, and a second unrelated one for the current challenge - a crossover with any fandom. I've been sitting on this idea for awhile :) Both G or PG, no real warnings, other than movie spoilers for the first.

( Aftermath )

( (The) Dreaming )

(A couple of drabbles written for inception100...)

High Tide
Notes: based on my memories of trips to the Bay of Fundy, where careless people really can drown when they aren't paying attention to the incoming tides. Open to suggestions for a better title.

Mud and little pools of water stretch as far as he can see; slimy, warty seaweed covers the rocks. They were talking about accounts, clients, secrets. Progress. But this is not the beach he designed.

She smiles. “The tides rise fast here. People get stranded on sandbars just like this one and drown.” She plucks a small snail from a tide pool. “I love periwinkles. I used to imagine you could find some secret to the universe if you could understand how their shells formed so perfectly.” She looks at him as the waters rush in. “Take it… and try.”

Nightmare

The architect builds the dream, the dreamer populates it.

Some minds are more creative, and buck against the bland recreations of reality that extractors find most effective for their task. Some minds are too disturbed, and carry dangerous baggage hidden deep in the subconscious. Even the best profiler isn’t psychic, can’t know all a mark’s hidden traumas.

The sunny park across from the towering skyscraper is supposed to offer the target a mental reprieve, to represent a place of safety. They’re walking there now, the conversation casual and the glances nervous as all around them, faceless clowns sharpen their knives….

Someone has managed to combine two of my (current) favourite things, and created an inception100 challenge community for Inception drabbles. How could I resist that?

Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Challenge: 5 - You want me to do what?
Characters: Arthur, Ariadne
Warnings/Author's Notes: I have a very esoteric interpretation of what was going on in this movies, and any writing that I do will probably reflect this :V

Catharsis

“You just said you don’t believe in inception.”

“I’m not talking about planting a new idea.” He was no good with metaphors, and couldn’t express the nuances.

“Then explain again. You want your friend to get over his wife. “Get on with your life – that’s not a new idea?”

The girl seated across the table seemed so young, and he wondered if she could understand the fire that Dom and Mal had lived, and how it now burned out of control. “This is something he wants. He just needs--”

Ariadne smiled. “Someone to show him through the maze?”