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(no subject) [May. 11th, 2006|11:44 pm]

I didn't know Misty's real name. Once, I asked for it, when she walked out of my shower pink and perfect. She just smiled and tapped my nose: "Does it matter?" I guess it didn't.

We had fun, went to the sea, ate popsicles on the pier. With the popsicle dripping all over my left hand, I kissed her, just once.

The day was pink and perfect, like our watercolor popsicles. It couldn't last, I knew it would melt. I never threw away the little wooden popsicle-stick; my last tangible evidence of Misty I keep taped somewhere in my journal.
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(no subject) [Apr. 28th, 2005|06:44 pm]

[mood |okayokay]

Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Larry/Charlie
Prompt: Five minutes
Word Count: 115

Charlie perched on the arm of the couch, leaning against Larry’s shoulder.

Larry glanced up from his book. “I thought you had papers to grade, Charles.”

“I do, I’m just taking a five minute break.” Charlie smiled suggestively. “Want to take a break with me?”

“Charles, the word ‘break’ is not always synonymous with activities of a carnal nature.”

Charlie bent down to kiss a sensitive spot behind Larry’s ear. “Are you saying you don’t want to engage in carnal activities with me?”

“Of course not, I was merely stating that—mmph!”

Charlie had lunged forward, effectively knocking Larry backward onto the couch while kissing him insistently.

Twenty minutes later the papers still weren’t graded.
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Victory [Mar. 20th, 2005|11:36 am]

[mood |accomplished]

The knight was very pleased with himself. Although the dragon was still young, it was a genuine dragon, and now the silly beast surrendered.

"Where did you hide the princess," asked the knight in a demanding voice, "Where is she?""She's in the tower, kind sir," answered the dragon, still on his back.

The knight ran through the abandoned castle, he flew up the stairs... but after climbing the 100 steps, no princess was to be found.

The dragon was very pleased with himself. Although the human he caught was male, surely some damsel would soon come to rescue him...

(X-posted to my journal and onehundredwords)
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(no subject) [Mar. 16th, 2005|09:29 pm]

[mood |anxiousitchy]

It was done in a flash. A flick of the hand ended his suffering, or so he imagined. One violent outburst to end the torment, it seemed to make up for the lack of sleep his bullies had subjected him to. The pain they had caused him.

His atrocious act had spoilt all merit he had built up over the years. A simple thing, one kill, so easy, so easily justified, so easily dismissed.

Not by him though. He knew the consequences. He was a bad buddhist, a horrible monk, the remains of a dead mosquito smeared on his hand.

Originally one of my 50-word stories, see my LJ.

Hope you enjoyed it.

x-posted to onehundredwords
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"Chocolate" [Sep. 15th, 2003|07:40 pm]

[mood |mellowmellow]
[music |Take That - Could it be Magic]

(x-posted to sandmanfans as well)

Sandman/Endless fan fiction, R, 100 words

Cut for a naughty word, just to be safe...Collapse )
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New Drabble prompts... [Sep. 15th, 2003|08:23 am]

Since both of your prompts have now been used, I thought I'd post a couple more. :-)

1. Five minutes

2. Leaving October behind

I hope you find find some inspiration from these! :-)
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My very first Drabble! (maybe an ickle bit over 100 words...hehehe) [Sep. 14th, 2003|08:21 pm]

[mood |amusedamused]

Chocolate paved the streets of Beirut. Lightbulb-flavored drinking glasses took wing above the city, soaring like ham sandwiches, throbbing like a tulip in a blender. Kieran tried to catch one with his remote control, but they slipped through his fingers like buttery spark plugs.

"IsN't ThIs FuN?!" shouted a nearby pink-haired candy cane. "I JuSt LoVe HuNtInG fOr TrOuSeRs In ThE sTrAwBeRrY fOrEsT, EsPeCiAlLy WhEn ThE wEaThEr Is So CrUnChY aNd YeLlOw!" As Kieran and the candy cane skipped together amongst the spicy glass leaves, he realized he had never felt so free, so unbound. "This is like a neon swimming pool, just like a swimming pool!" he thought happily, dancing through a cloud of rainbow candy butterflies who were eating their own sugar-coated wings. From somewhere out of time, a solemnly amused voice spoke: "Sister, he is passing into my realm now”.

"oH, bUt We WeRe HaViNg So MuCh FuN!!" said the candy-cane, with a petulant pout.
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'Eight-ball' drabble [Sep. 14th, 2003|04:36 pm]

[mood |creative]

"The Magic Eight-Ball Says..."
(Vampire: The Masquerade fiction, PG, 104 words)

"...'my sources say no'?" The Malkavian holding the child's toy hissed in anger and disappointment. Tossing it to the ground he stalked off, while others near him scrambled for the sphere so they could be next in line.

Rachel watched the scene sadly, as well as the cowering humans in the center of the room. It didn't seem fair to make them watch this as well as be eaten, she thought. Malkavian parties were just no fun when things like this happened.

A cheer went up as someone received a better answer from the ball. I should say something, Rachel thought, try to... Ooh, party poppers...
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First Post and First Prompts [Sep. 13th, 2003|11:21 pm]

[mood |creative]
[music |TV - WWE Smackdown]

Hey! Welcome to the community.

Like it says in the user info, this is a community for drabbles of any form; fanfic, poetry, original fiction and anything I haven't thought of that could fit here. Every Saturday (barring the unexpected) I'll also be posting one or two writing prompts for inspiration for drabbles.

So without further ado, I'll give you this week's prompts:

1. "The magic eight-ball says..."

2. Chocolate

Good writing, and have fun!
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