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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.)

Date: 2004-11-02 03:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fairady.livejournal.com
Geh, I think I lost my thought half through. Enjoy!


Dief knows that he is the equal of his brother in the open lands they used to roam. But he still admits his brother is the Alpha. Because in the land of two legged packs his brother has the advantage. For the good of the pack Dief doesn't fight his place.

When they had roamed the open lands it had been easy to survive. Just two brothers running the land, occasionaly joined by the old one. The old one should have left the pack a long time ago, but has persisted in following. He had little to contibute to the pack. So Dief ignored his weak attempts to assert himself as Alpha.

He learned much from his brother in those days. How to survive without sound. How to hear by sight. It was good that he had found a pack that wouldn't take his wounds as a weakness that needed to be killed. In any other pack he knew he would not have survived.

Their runnings eventually brought the pack a long way from the open lands. To a place filled with hundreds of packs. They found another packmate there. Loud and odd he fit well in the pack. He stopped his brother from doing too many stupid things.

Returning to the open lands was nice, though he was sorry is new packmate didn't come. It didn't matter. He knew they would return.

When the pack did return he was gone. Another stood in his place as he hid somewhere. This one was young and angry. He clashed more fiercly with his brother than the other. Neither wolf backed down from their challenge. They were both strong and had different skills they could contribute to the pack.

The city became comfortable again, and the new packmate fit right in. Soon it was hard for him to remember how the old days used to be as the new days became familiar. In the mornings his brother dealt with the old one, and his new brother would sneak him a few donuts. It was an odd pack, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

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