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phynckeStory Arc: Nocturnes
Part: Story 5
Title: Story Time
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phyncke
Character/Pairing: Ryan-OMC, Chris-OFC, John Connor
For: OEAM Writer's Circle Prompt 1
Betakeiliss
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: It is story time in the bunker…Chris reads aloud to the children.
Disclaimer: Based on the Terminator movie verse started by James Cameron and in its latest iteration by McG (Salvation). No profit is made here. The story quoted is illustrated by Eric Carle, words by Bill Martin Jr. and the full title is “Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?”
Author Notes: Triple drabble of approx 350 words. Fifth story in the series.
Ryan watched her read in that animated way she had. Tonight’s selection was “Brown Bear” from the cache of books they’d raided a few weeks ago. It was quite a find and they had filled the trunk of one of the old cars with a broad array of literature, including some children’s books.
Chris looked cute tonight, her hair freshly washed and still damp, held back by a worn yet clean blue bandana, rolled up and and pushed back past her hairline. Her skin was shiny, her cheeks flushed from the exertion of entertaining. He knew she loved to read to the kiddos and they were eating it up too, chanting along with her as they got into the rhythm of the songlike repetition. She would have made a great teacher, in different times.
“Brown bear, brown bear
What do you see?”
She laughed as they tried to guess and turned the page slowly to draw out the anticipation for the children.
“I see a red bird
Looking at me…”
She gave them ample time to look at the illustration before pulling the book down for the next stanza, the red bird taking the place of the brown bear and so on. Her hazel eyes lit up from the enjoyment shared with her audience, but when she finished the last part to a chorus of “Awww” and “AGAIN!”, Ryan signaled that it was time for the nightly broadcast. She reminded the brood that the deal was “one story a night” and sent them off with much laughter and ruffling of tousled heads. She carefully stowed the book in the storage locker with the others, for another night or a repeat performance. It might be good to read that one again, Ryan thought, the kids liked it so much.
The children were tucked in their bedrolls while the usual suspects drifted into the communal area. The table was moved to the center of the makeshift bunker and the radio turned on. Static crackled until, like clockwork, the familiar voice said,
“This is John Connor and if you are listening to this, you are the resistance…”
Previous stories are here:
Part 1: http://phyncke.livejournal.com/354773.html
Part 2: http://phyncke.livejournal.com/356197.html
Part 3: http://phyncke.livejournal.com/365381.html
Part 4: http://phyncke.livejournal.com/403112.html
Part: Story 5
Title: Story Time
Author:
phynckeCharacter/Pairing: Ryan-OMC, Chris-OFC, John Connor
For: OEAM Writer's Circle Prompt 1
Beta
keilissRating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: It is story time in the bunker…Chris reads aloud to the children.
Disclaimer: Based on the Terminator movie verse started by James Cameron and in its latest iteration by McG (Salvation). No profit is made here. The story quoted is illustrated by Eric Carle, words by Bill Martin Jr. and the full title is “Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?”
Author Notes: Triple drabble of approx 350 words. Fifth story in the series.
Ryan watched her read in that animated way she had. Tonight’s selection was “Brown Bear” from the cache of books they’d raided a few weeks ago. It was quite a find and they had filled the trunk of one of the old cars with a broad array of literature, including some children’s books.
Chris looked cute tonight, her hair freshly washed and still damp, held back by a worn yet clean blue bandana, rolled up and and pushed back past her hairline. Her skin was shiny, her cheeks flushed from the exertion of entertaining. He knew she loved to read to the kiddos and they were eating it up too, chanting along with her as they got into the rhythm of the songlike repetition. She would have made a great teacher, in different times.
“Brown bear, brown bear
What do you see?”
She laughed as they tried to guess and turned the page slowly to draw out the anticipation for the children.
“I see a red bird
Looking at me…”
She gave them ample time to look at the illustration before pulling the book down for the next stanza, the red bird taking the place of the brown bear and so on. Her hazel eyes lit up from the enjoyment shared with her audience, but when she finished the last part to a chorus of “Awww” and “AGAIN!”, Ryan signaled that it was time for the nightly broadcast. She reminded the brood that the deal was “one story a night” and sent them off with much laughter and ruffling of tousled heads. She carefully stowed the book in the storage locker with the others, for another night or a repeat performance. It might be good to read that one again, Ryan thought, the kids liked it so much.
The children were tucked in their bedrolls while the usual suspects drifted into the communal area. The table was moved to the center of the makeshift bunker and the radio turned on. Static crackled until, like clockwork, the familiar voice said,
“This is John Connor and if you are listening to this, you are the resistance…”
Previous stories are here:
Part 1: http://phyncke.livejournal.com/354773.html
Part 2: http://phyncke.livejournal.com/356197.html
Part 3: http://phyncke.livejournal.com/365381.html
Part 4: http://phyncke.livejournal.com/403112.html
