Target length: no target length
Restrictions: none; any character(s), any setting
Until the rules and direction of the community are reassessed, I offer this prompt. All standing rules and restrictions are removed, although you should still have the prompt number and your story's title as a header and the proper tags attached to your post. Feel free to write as one or more characters or from an omniscient or narrator's point of view. There is no target length and all Lost fics inspired by the prompt are welcome.
Please post all ficlets as new (top-level) entries to this journal and make sure the tag contains #11: after the end and your character's name(s).
Here's my proposed change. What I'd like to do is to take the name of every episode from every season, put them in the digital hopper, and get them spit out in random order. Once I have them randomized, I'll post prompts as follows. For each prompt period, we write for one specific randomly-picked episode. I'll provide a series of keywords as prompts that can be used or not; as many or as few of the keywords can be included in the fic or used as inspiration for the fic.
This is not a contest community. There are no winners or losers, except by virtue of the writing we're all winners.
What I'd like to know from those of you watching the community is the following:
1. What do you think of the idea? Are there ways to improve on it?
2. How often do you want new prompts?
3. Do we need target lengths for the fics?
4. Do we want to keep prompts in-character from one character's perspective?
5. Is there anything else we ought to discuss regarding a community reboot? For instance, more members would be lovely.
Questions, comments, ideas?
Prompt: #7/Survival, “Doesn’t the fight for survival also justify swindle and theft? In self defence, anything goes.”
Character Name: Michael Dawson
Word Count: 430
He can’t look at them as he steers the boat away from the dock and throttles up to pass the four people on their knees at gunpoint mere feet away from him. Walt looks though, and he wishes he wouldn’t. He waits for the inevitable question, for Walt to ask what happened and what his dad did to set them free and why they were leaving the others behind. But Walt merely watches the dock intently until it’s no longer visible before turning to look at his dad. When Michael finally meets his son’s eyes, he sees no questions there. Instead, he sees a quiet acceptance, as if Walt intuitively understands his dad’s belief that this is the only way it could be done. But he also senses that Walt doesn’t believe that’s true.
He looks away from Walt’s unblinking stare, afraid Walt might see the guilt hovering all around him. I did what I had to do. He keeps repeating it to himself. I did what I had to do to protect myself and my son. In my shoes, any of them would have done the same. He repeats these words to himself over and over again, hoping without any real conviction that with repetition will come truthfulness.
He refuses to let his mind take him back to the hatch. He refuses to think of Ana Lucia or Libby. He can’t think about them because he can’t let himself wonder if the ends justified the means. He checks the boat’s bearing and then puts his arm around Walt’s shoulders and hugs the boy tightly to him. He swears the boy’s grown in just the short time he was with the Others. He squeezes Walt just a bit more tightly for a few moments, thinking of all the time he’s missed of his son’s life and vowing that he’s not going to miss any more.
The Others had promised to him that Ben wasn’t going to kill any of his friends. That made him feel better. But he also knew the Others weren’t going to just let them go either. For one wild moment, he considered turning the boat around. The reality of what he’d done was hitting him. Seeing Sawyer’s face had been the worst. He’d betrayed them all, but after everything Sawyer had tried to do for him in helping to save and then find Walt, his betrayal of Sawyer hurt worse than his betrayal of the others.
He wouldn’t think about it. I did what I had to do. I saved my son and we’re going home.
Character Name: Benjamin Linus
Word Count: 386
I’m a man of the world, in many ways. I’ve read a lot, seen a lot, know a lot, but nothing I’ve read and nothing I’ve seen and nothing I’ve known can compare to the Island. Nothing I’ve read or seen or known is as important as the Island is, not when the fate of the world will be decided on what’s done on the Island.
I don’t make up Jacob’s mind for him. Boy, I wish I could. I wish I could have convinced him that I was good for the Island, that I was only working in its best interests. But it was John who Jacob had been waiting for, not me. I was just there for the interim, St. John the Baptist biding time until Jesus came. God bless him. I hope he’s having fun with the bald Messiah and his band of merry men. I just hope, for John's sake, that there's not a revolt by the people who were loyal to me, the people who might've preferred following me rather than a man who suffers from chronic doubt disease. I was always focused on the Island, what was in the best interests of the Island, never what was suitable for me, or easy for me, or believable for me. When Jacob made clear his intentions to remove me from the Island, I didn't complain. I did what he wanted me to. Can anyone ever say the same for John? He didn't even have the fortitude to kill his own father. He's not even interested in the Island beyond what it can do for him, beyond his insatiable desire to play games. I never stopped believing in the Island, in Jacob, even when I had a tumor in my spine, even when I had to be pushed around in a wheel chair.
Can anyone ever say the same for John? No. But Jacob wants him, Jacob gets him, and here I am, a man who's given his all to serve and protect the Island -- exiled, hunted, homeless. I don't think that's fair at all, but it's what Jacob wanted. The only thing I can do is work my heart out to make sure the Island never falls into the wrong hands. That's more than John is capable of doing for it.
- Current Music:Michael Giacchino: "The Island"
As told by: Sun Kwon
Word Count: 500
I have never been afraid of a fight or of a lie. Early on, I learned that to lie meant to preserve myself, and to preserve one's self with honor is the most important weapon we can have in this world. If the lie comes at another's expense, that is the price we pay for self-preservation.
There was no lie when I fell in love with Jin. Who can resist the simple gift of a white flower? No monsters hide in the petals and no demons in their scent. Or if they do, i did not know that at the time. Jin was good to me, and kind, and so different from everything I knew. There was no polish, no reek of... what is the right English word? arrogance. No, he was simple and honest and I liked that in him very much. I would have been happy in a field full of flowers and little else, as long as he was there and by my side.
But things changed. I only did what I did to save him from shame but in the process, I created a monster. And that monster was based on lies he didn't even know about, lies that had been told to him his whole life to save him from shame. I can tell myself that all I wanted was for Jin to be happy but if the truth had come out, would he have been any less happy? I took the money from my father to protect him, but look at the cost. Look at the price.
I do this because that's what it takes to be married to you.
That was never what I wanted. I have made such mistakes.
Vincent van Gogh said even the knowledge of my own fallibility cannot keep me from making mistakes. Only when I fall do I get up again. He was a remarkable man and I wish I had his strength. I created a monster and then in my hurry to escape, I fell. I made a mistake and fell into it, and now it stares back at me from a tombstone I am forbidden to visit by order of my father. But Jae also was involved with the lie. I wish we had never been found out, but doesn't everyone who cheats? I wish my father didn't have the power to hold it over me, but doesn't every father have power over his daughter? I wish I had never asked my father for that $100,000. I wish I had been strong enough to look in the mirror and see exactly what I had and how precious it was. How precious Jin was before my rush to want to protect him collided with his innocence and happiness and turned him into what he is.
But my biggest mistake was in thinking that the Jin i loved was gone. He wasn't; the flower at the airport was proof of that.
He's only hiding, and... so am I.
As told by: James Ford
Word Count: 501
If I'd known that last half hour was going to be the last damn normal half hour of my whole damn life, I would have had a few more damn drinks on Australia's damn tab. Hell of a thing, getting kicked out of a country, not that I ever wanted to see the place again anyway: I ain't got no love lost for it or nothing. Yeah, it's a great place if you want to drink. Almost get run over. Get arrested. Kill the wrong damn guy. I wasn't going to be staying in that hellhole much longer anyhow: had me a ride back home all nice and neat and worked out and everything.
But I would've taken a few more days. Maybe jumped ship to New Zealand or something first, or over to Tokyo. Wasn't like I was ever gonna be in that part of the world again so might as well take advantage and see it. And the thing is this: even if I'd left that day, which I wasn't gonna before they deported me so nice and all, I would've loaded up on a few more books: that's a hell of a long flight and after you go through all the Time and Newsweek and Sky Mall and USA Today and the damn Sydney Morning Herald and the Daily Telegraph and even the Australian you look up to find you still got ten of those thirteen hours left, you start cursing the damn cops for shoving you on the plane without no time to stop in a bookstore.
It's a long flight.
The funny thing about it, though: ain't no one on board knows how come I'm there. It ain't like they shove you on the plane with the words REJECT stamped on your forehead in big old letters or nothing, so I'm just minding my damn business when all of a sudden the plane breaks open.
The other funny thing about it is how all of a sudden, I ain't bored no more. Once those oxygen masks drop you don't have a lot of time to sit around and analyze the situation: adrenaline kicks in hard and nothing seems real no more. It all goes real fast and real slow at the same time, like you could hear every heartbeat, hear every last scream, every last intake of breath. See the shift of every single eye, the way every single finger tightens on the arm rest, the way panic and horror and regret and terror shows on every single face.
And then you wait, trapped and strapped into what's left of an oversized metal bullet as it falls and falls out of the sky, and you close your eyes and wish you had time for one more cigarette. One more fuck. One more con. One more night's sleep. One more chance to say you're sorry, and then you remember: sorry don't suit you and you're about to die, so it don't matter.
You just fall and fall.
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