The Faculty - Written for FFFC and Anything Drabble

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Title: Future Plans
Character: Casey Connor, Mr. Brown (OMC)
Word Count: 300
Prompt: possible / Little Madness
Rating: G

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Mr. Brown looked up from the photos in front of him. „Have you ever thought about going to the Institute of Photography,“ he asked. "This would be the right place for you."

A faint smile showed up on Casey's face. „Thank you. But I guess this is impossible.“

„Impossible is a word you shouldn't even think about,“ his teacher answered. „You are so talented; wasting your time at a city college would be a shame. What's the problem?“

Casey hesitated. „It's not about talent,“ he finally admitted. „But since my dad got sick last year and eventually lost his job... My parents scrape all their savings together to send me to college. But New York is much too expensive.“

„Oh. I'm sorry to hear about your dad. But this shouldn't be a reason to ruin your future. In cases like this, there is charitable support; I guess it should even be possible for you to get a full scholarship. You shouldn't give up so easily.“

„A full scholarship?“ Unable to hide his excitement, Casey beamed. „You think I am good enough for that?“

„Even better.“ Mr. Brown smiled. „I admit, I'm only a medium-talented art teacher at Highschool, but I did send some of your works to a friend in New York. I hope you can forgive me, that I didn't ask for permission at first, but I didn't want to raise false hopes.

He works for the Institute of Photography and thinks a talent like yours is rare. With a good education, you can make it to the top one day.“

„Woah!“ Casey licked his dry lips. „This is... woah.“

„It's still a while to make a final decision,“ Mr. Brown said. „Think about it. Talk with your parents. And when you need my help, you know where to find me.“

Jeremiah (TV) - written for Fandom Empire Bingo

[prisca]

Title: The Accident
Character: Kurdy Malloy, Mr. Smith
Word Count: 272
Prompt: groan
Rating: PG

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„Hey, careful!“ Smith put his hand on the sturdy shoulder of the big guy on the ground. "You were unconscious for a while."

Kurdy tried to open his eyes; his view only blurred; his head throbbed as if it wanted to burst the next moment. He groaned. „What the hell happens?“

„Burst tire, the jeep tumbled down the slope.“

„Fuck,“ Kurdy cursed, trying to sit up again. This time he succeeded, though the world around him was still rocking up and down. He forced himself to even his breath and to sort out the situation. „The radio set?“

„Doesn't work.“

„Great! So we will have to walk back to the Mountain through the woods. Still some miles, but we could make it before midnight when we start right now.“

Smith shook his head. „You won't go anywhere tonight.“

„What...“ Kurdy narrowed his eyes but stopped when he noticed Smith's eyes resting on his left leg. Some blood. The food swelled like a balloon. A sharp pain rushed through his body when he tried to set it up. Shit! No!

„Could be worse. It's broken, but nothing that the doc at the Mountain can't cure.“

„When we ever make it back," Kurdy hissed and wished this strange little guy would just shut up.

„God says there is no need to worry. Someone will come and find us."

Groaning, Kurdy closed his eyes. A nightmare! Hopefully he would wake up soon in his comfy bed at the Mountain, and all this would turn out as a horrible nightmare. But he knew this would not happen.