Fic: Frog Fear
Apr. 13th, 2010 12:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Frog Fear
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: Willow
Rating: G
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Summary: Willow has frog fear.
Notes: Written for a prompt at comment_fic: it's all in your head
Leaving late for school, with her mind caught up on the American revolution for a history test, Willow took a short-cut through the park. Lost in thought, she didn't notice the scent of the flowers, the slight breeze tickling cherry blossoms off the trees, how the sunlight sparkled on the droplets from the water fountain, or the frogs gathered together in the shallow end of the pond. Then she heard it, that most dreadful sound.
Croak
With the warm sun shining down on her, Willow froze. Her eyes widened. She stared straight ahead, afraid to look.
Croak Croak Croak
She risked a quick glance towards the pond, too short to see anything even is she had been close enough.
Croak
“Late.” Her voice trembled as she spoke.”You're going to be late for class, ruining a perfect attendance record.” She couldn't move.
Croak
She heard her mother lecturing. A phobia is merely an unconditioned response to a stimulus. A disciplined mind can overcome... “Discipline. Right.”
Croak Croak
The sound was a barrier, a forcefield she couldn't even bring herself to approach.
Croak
Turning, Willow ran back the way she'd come. She knew it was all in her mind, but that didn't make it any less real.
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: Willow
Rating: G
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Summary: Willow has frog fear.
Notes: Written for a prompt at comment_fic: it's all in your head
Leaving late for school, with her mind caught up on the American revolution for a history test, Willow took a short-cut through the park. Lost in thought, she didn't notice the scent of the flowers, the slight breeze tickling cherry blossoms off the trees, how the sunlight sparkled on the droplets from the water fountain, or the frogs gathered together in the shallow end of the pond. Then she heard it, that most dreadful sound.
Croak
With the warm sun shining down on her, Willow froze. Her eyes widened. She stared straight ahead, afraid to look.
Croak Croak Croak
She risked a quick glance towards the pond, too short to see anything even is she had been close enough.
Croak
“Late.” Her voice trembled as she spoke.”You're going to be late for class, ruining a perfect attendance record.” She couldn't move.
Croak
She heard her mother lecturing. A phobia is merely an unconditioned response to a stimulus. A disciplined mind can overcome... “Discipline. Right.”
Croak Croak
The sound was a barrier, a forcefield she couldn't even bring herself to approach.
Croak
Turning, Willow ran back the way she'd come. She knew it was all in her mind, but that didn't make it any less real.
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Date: 2010-04-13 12:38 pm (UTC)Poor phobic Willow.
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Date: 2010-04-13 10:44 pm (UTC)