Fiction for the Electoral Process

[apocalypsos]

I had an idea. And stop me if this sounds stupid.

So many new people who've never voted before went to the polls today. Hell, anybody like me who's already been to the polls knows that there are going to be a hell of a lot of people voting today.

It's a great thing. It's an amazing thing. And if seeing this many people get excited about the voting process doesn't give you back a little bit of hope in this country no matter what side you're on, I don't know what to do with you.

So, I don't know about the rest of you, but I think we all deserve a present.

Now, I know it's NaNoWriMo and everybody's busy writing, but I also know I've seen everybody, even those participating in NaNoWriMo, writing up posts about going to the polls this morning that were at least a hundred words long.

In that vein, I say we drabble. (Yeah, it's not the best present in the world, but a hundred words does not take that long to write.)

So here's what you do:

-- If you voted, respond as such in the comments. I voted today, and I would like a ________(fandom or pairing)________ drabble.

-- If you submit a drabble request, you have to write a drabble request. You don't have to write it immediately, of course ... you can wait until later on in the day when the list of drabble requests has gotten longer and you have more options to work with.

-- Only one request and one drabble per person. So basically, you submit one, and then you write one, sort of like a great big Secret Santa game, except without the "Secret" part. And you can't submit five drabbles for the same request. If somebody already wrote a drabble request you wanted to write ... well, tough noogies. ;P

-- Don't call dibs on a drabble request, just post the drabble. It's no fair to call dibs on one now and then wait until tonight to post it when other people can write it during the day. (I'd allow dibs, but we all deserve fic for voting, and we deserve it NOW. :))

-- Don't respond until you've voted. You only get the little sticker saying you voted and the hundred words of Harry/Draco porn after you've pushed the "Submit Ballot" button. ;)

-- Feel free to pimp this. Let's get everybody a hundred words of fic for doing their civic duty. Yay!

EDITED TO ADD: If you're ineligible to vote in the US or live elsewhere and want to write drabbles for American voters, go ahead and dip yourself in chocolate and feed yourself to the voters. :) (Ex., I live outside the US/I'm ineligible to vote, but I will write ______________ for voters.)

Just post what fandom(s) you're willing to write drabbles for, and the voters can feel free to request away. (Whoever does this, if you feel like calling uncle after only so many drabbles ... not a problem.)

Comments

[harmonyfb.livejournal.com]

After a while, she hardly thought of home at all. They went one place after another - London, Rome, Switzerland. She never stopped to ask where the money was coming from; she didn't much care.

She didn't much care about any of them, either. Buffy only called when she felt guilty, Giles when he had an assignment for her. She'd put Willow on call block as soon as her cell number showed up on the machine. Spike was gone. None of them called often, anyway.

Except for him. Blinded and lonely and fucked-up beyond repair, and he was still trying to take care of all of them. Beyond sad, is what it was. Still, she waited home on Sunday nights, week-in, week-out.

Just like this week. When it rang, she jumped, waiting for it to ring a second time, and then a third. Didn't want to seem too needy, too pathetic. She didn't know where he was this week; the static on the line probably meant he was a million miles away.

"Hey, Dawnie, how's it going?"

Just like that, she was 14 again. Just like that, the world was still safe. Just like that, somebody who wasn't dead actually cared.

"Hi, Xander." I miss you, too.

[fernwithy.livejournal.com]

Thanks! That was cool.