Last week's winner, @CrackedFic has chosen this week's prompt.
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Have your 100 - 200 words submitted by 12:00am Friday, April 19, US EDST.
We want anything and everything: poetry, prose, fanfic, OF.
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Leave your entry as a comment - include your word count, and your twitter handle if you have one.
FYI - entries that exceed (or are under) the word limits will not be considered by the judge.
@moonlit__girl
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i wasn't unhappy at home and i wasn't looking
for the attention (but i liked it)
i flirted back because i thought it was
safe, thought you were safe.
there was no way that you, fresh
out of college, beautiful and
hard in all the right places,
would want me, married and momma.
i flirted because it was fun, just fun
a guilty pleasure but innocuous.
i liked you- not the kind of like
that was safe, but it was still okay
because you didn't like me
like that.
when i told you that day in the bar
i thought we would laugh it off
thought you would feel sorry for me.
i still remember that tortured look
on your face. i'm sure
it matched my own
when i realized you weren't safe
at all
realized i had started cheating with
that first smile.
i wasn't looking for you
but you were good, and it was good
for a while. and now
so many years later
the secret remains though
when i think about the story of us
i don't know who
the wolf was.
love. 'married and momma' just love.
DeleteWord count: 130
ReplyDeleteTwitter handle: @AnnaLund2011
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And there, in a spiral of subdued sunlight, there he stood. Unmoving, like a statue, shining with inner light; he shone with reflected light as well.
His huge, hazel eyes slowly met mine, and it was the understanding that I encountered there that floored me, the knowledge that this creature knew me.
In seconds, he knew everything worth knowing about me, and in just a few seconds more, all the things that were important about him, was transferred over to me.
He filled my soul with knowledge so deep, it went beyond the ages.
We knew each other then. We will know each other forever.
He was beautiful. He was pure. He was all white.
And he was all mine. I was ten, and he was my very first pony.
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AAWWW I like this!
Delete@jonesn353402
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From across the room, I sat and I stared.
Stalking your averted eyes, your mouth, your hands as they ran through your auburn hair.
Easily enticed, I attended your every move.
It was funny.
Not funny for grins – even though I couldn’t stop grinning – no.
But funny weird.
“What are you looking at?”
You asked without looking.
Exasperation lacing that deliciously deep voice you had, still do.
You just knew.
Felt the heft hum from the peeping pry of my eye.
I couldn’t stop grinning.
“Nothing.”
I said.
But you weren’t nothing.
This wasn’t nothing.
Your secret, the one I found, wasn’t nothing.
It was more than something.
It was all in it’s entirety.
It was everything.
It still is.
“Well, I’m ready for bed. You coming?”
Nodding, I followed you.
Into your room that you said to think of as ‘ours’.
And I would.
Did.
Once you shared your secret.
The one I already knew.
The one that was hidden under your dressy socks in the top left of the dresser drawer.
The one I wasn’t supposed to see.
“What?”
You ask, stirring me out of my wide-awake sleep.
“What are you thinking?”
I can’t stop grinning.
“Nothing.”
awe! So sweet, such a secret, hard to keep hidden.
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ReplyDeleteStealthily he prowls his vast realm, at one with the night, searching for nature’s nightly gift of sustenance. Errant rays of moonlight descend through the tangle of branches above.
A delicate breeze entices him with the unexpected scent of something sweet. The twilight harmony rudely interrupted by the soft fluttering of a heartbeat, the delicate skipping of tiny footsteps, the soothing serenade of the elfin intruder.
Unable to hold back a ravenous sneer, his greedy eyes fixate upon the red cloak that shrouds her body. Her rosy cheeks and diminutive lips match the intense color, topped by cerulean blue eyes encased by wisps of midnight.
She peers at him through thick lashes and smiles. Acceptance and adoration radiate from her, causing his breath to catch. Unheard of. Where is her fear? Where is the quickening heart and gasp?
“I’ve been looking for you,” she whispers. She extends her basket to him. “I’ve brought you a gift.”
Word count 200 (GDocs)
ReplyDelete@sandyquill
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A flower was all she had to offer. Heart pounding, she thrust it above her head. “Please,” she whispered, her voice strained and strange. “Please.”
Behind her in the forest, following her too-clear trail, they were following. They were chasing. They were coming. Crashing, boots breaking twigs and bodies pushing through low-growing bushes.
The beast stared, his red eyes placid. She sensed no danger. He—for it was a male of whatever type, she could see clearly—leaned over her head to sniff. He grunted before blowing a warm puff of air around her body.
The scent of him soothed her so that she could breathe more easily. Her voice was calm as she spoke. “Please. Keep them away?”
With another nonspecific grunt, he nodded in a strangely human manner before slinking around her. She felt his fur brush her red cape just as the first of the booted feet reached the clearing.
The woodsmen swore, their voices sharp and frightened in the green air of the forest.
“Mine,” the beast stated, extending his clawed hand and growling. The men scattered, shrieking.
He took her flower in payment, leaving her smiling and sated on the forest floor. She never saw him again.
I love this beast. I need him in my life.
Delete@twilightmomofto
ReplyDelete138 words
The first time I saw her, I thought her plain.
The first time I smelled her, I wanted to rip out her throat and sate myself on her blood.
The first time I spoke to her, that what was plain became beautiful.
The first time I held her, my heart wanted to know her.
The first time I watched her sleep, the earth shifted under my feet.
The first time I kissed her, my love for her was cemented in my unbeating heart.
The first time she married me, I knew I was the luckiest man to ever walk this earth.
The first time I made love to her, I knew there would never be anything better.
The first time she opened her red eyes, my life was complete.
When I wasn't even looking, there she was.
Word Count: 199
ReplyDeleteContact me: PM me at Pinkcookie/fanfiction.net
It was unseasonably warm so I shrugged out of my black jacket and hung it over the fence of the lacrosse field. I had been feeling blue since my cat had run away a couple of months ago. Add to that the fact that my boyfriend had said he needed “space” and I was pretty down. After the game, I grabbed my jacket and walked home. Crap! I had picked up the wrong jacket and was locked out. Just then a cell phone rang in the jacket pocket. It was a guy who said he had taken my coat by mistake and wondering if I could return his coat and pick up mine. Some gentleman, I thought. But, I wanted inside my apartment, so I agreed.
I rang his bell and stepped inside when I heard him call to come in. His copper-haired head peeked around a doorway with a crooked grin and he said excitedly, “come ‘mer; it’s happening!” My heart beat crazily as I stepped into the room. There on a soft blanket was my precious kitty, giving birth! The guy grinned at me and lifted me to spin me around and around – both of us laughing
Twitter handle: @sri_ffn
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That dress has to go. Red flowing gown with the strapless corset that makes me want to lick, suck and bite her delicious dark red nipples raw. She’s looking at me with fear and fascination, I know that look. All it takes is one lick of her lips and I’m done. That’s my cue, my ticket to fuck her my way, I warned her. She wants to play, let’s play little girl.
My hands are on her breasts, hers are on my cock. She bites my nipples and I’m sucking her neck. I bunch up her dress and lift her hips to position myself. She looks at me and I see lust, passion and sensuality, it matches the red she’s wearing. She wants it hard and fast, I can see it. I don’t care either way because that’s the way she’ll get it, over and over again until she makes me stop which she can’t, no one can. She surprises me by thrusting right back; her head hits the wall with every thrust. She’s letting me fuck her the way I crave. Next thing I know, she claws my back and draws blood in her bliss. This one’s mine.
Wordcount 200
ReplyDeleteSherbert20111 on FF
Shower.
Ow.
Good morning me.
I take inventory under the multidirectional torrents of water, breathing easier as steam the rises. Head full off woodpeckers, gritty eyes, sandpaper tongue and a mystery bruise on my cheekbone. Huh.
Last night’s work bash was good, right up to the part when I got punched out by a girl. Save them, don’t save them. It’s never the right thing. I should be a monk. Eh, I’m never going to be a monk.
I want to steal this shower. And the bed. This is the swankiest hotel I have ever been in. I bet Swanny’s enjoying herself. She walked in the front door of this place like she owned it.
I grab a damp towel and wrap it around my middle, thinking about her. We should talk, about…stuff….annnnd she will eat me alive. Non-fraternizing policy, yada, yada, yada.
I scramble into last night’s clothes since my suitcase is…..missing. A curl of unease makes me scratch my chin, the noise is distressingly loud, drowned out by louder knocking. Her scent is on the pillow. She was here. Definitely not now though.
She is, however, at the door.
She has coffee.
“You look terrible.”
It’s a start.
Word Count 151
ReplyDeleteTwitter: @twilightladies1
We’re kissing.
You and me.
And it should feel weird. I should want to pull away and tell you I never meant to kiss you.
But I would be lying.
We’ve been friends for years, but it’s been months since I looked at you as just my best friend. You now mean more to me than anyone else.
I can’t pin point that exact moment when things changed but I know I need to thank your idiot ex. I hate him so much for hurting you like that, but it helped bring us closer together.
But is kissing you too much too soon?
When I pull away, I brace myself. I except you be disgusted, or to yell at me. Hell, I even expect you to slap me.
What I don’t expect is the inquisitive look in your eyes.
Or the beaming smile on your face.
“Do it again,” you murmur.
Word count: 195
ReplyDeleteTwitter: @bigblueboat
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In the shade of the oak, the babe sleeps.
Screaming erupts from within, exploding out into the yard where the oak lies.
Across the street, the nana watches and prepares her spell.
Pulling the stuffed animal from the cauldron, the witch sings the last of the incantation and forces the protector into the fabricated black wolf.
The debris from the sparring couple inches closer and closer to the babe.
Innocently taking a walk around the block, the witch deposits the protector next to the arms of the babe.
Waking to a particularly vicious scream and a man looming over her, the babe grasps the wolf, squeezing it for life. Whimpers release the protector from within. Cotton turns to bone, muscle, and fur. Gently pulling away from the babe, the wolf snaps and snarls at the one he deems a threat. The cretin ignores the protector, reaching once again for the babe. The protector proves to be more nimble, enacting swift justice as teeth rip through reaching fingers.
The parent retreats.
The nana goes back inside; the babe’s future is once again cast with light.
The wolf cuddles, metamorphosing back to cotton.
Sleep reclaims the babe.
200 words
ReplyDelete@lellabeth
I turn my head away when you enter the room, ignoring the tears burning my eyelids as you run a thumb across the bandage covering my wrist in a line parallel to the one meant to end my life. The sob that you try to hold back escapes anyway, the sound rubbing at my skin more than any gauze could.
“You want to die?”
Nothing has ever felt this bad.
“It... it’s just too much, you know? I’m tired of fighting all the time. It hurts, and it’s so dark. Always dark, and I can’t find my way out. I’m terrified that I’ll always feel this way, that this void will always be inside me.” I whisper, and the shame in my voice cuts even more than the words, even more than the pressure of your hand against my ribboned skin.
But then your arms come around me, strong and tight and suffocating, weaving until you’re pressing my limbs into my torso and holding me together.
“I love you,” you say, the rasp of it like sandpaper that makes my chest clench. “I need you. That’s enough, right?”
My tears are tart on my tongue as I nod.
“It’s enough.”
@Fiyaaa
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Summers were bearable, the sun brought out the best in people who dropped pennies into her month old barren coffee cup. But this callous winter had people wrapping their coats around them a little tighter, rushing through their monotonous lives. While they were warmed by the steaming drink in their hands they wouldn’t see her emaciated frame; completely oblivious of the girl who needed their $3 more than they needed their third coffee of the day.
She would imagine their lives; were they happy? What did they do? Where did they go every day in those fancy suits and shiny shoes?
And then it happened…
She saw him; juggling a sub, his shopping and cell phone which let out a shrill ring, in his haste the bag crashed against the damp winter ground. A can rolled towards her and she reached out and handed it to him, in return she got an unexpected but treasured meal which warmed her hands and the brightest smile which warmed her heart.
While others walked by, there was someone who proved that even on a miserable ashen day, there was still good out there, and you find it just when you least expect it.
Twitter: TiramiSue84
ReplyDeleteWords: 195
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There once was a little girl,
so pretty and lovely and pure.
Her dark hair so shiny and curled,
her face so fair and sweet.
Her eyes as deep as the ocean,
her voice as clear as a raindrop.
There once was a little girl,
so gentle and friendly and endearing.
Whose smile could light a room,
and whose soul was as untainted as freshly fallen snow.
Whose mind was full of curiosity,
and whose touch was as delicate as the brush of a feather.
There once was a little girl,
whose parents had only ever longed for a boy.
A boy so strong and capable and well,
he'd work from dawn to dusk.
Who'd see they made ends meet,
instead of being merely another mouth to feed.
There once was a little girl,
all abandoned and scared.
Left behind all alone in the dark,
whimpering, shivering, crying for help.
Shadowy giants and creepy sounds,
surrounded by them with no way out.
This little girl so weak and frail
with her heart broken she accepted her fate.
She didn't flinch when the beast found her,
and took her in his arms to carry her away.
love.
Delete@cynthiamk78
ReplyDelete153 words
You never knew what could happen.
I had high hopes for my new city, all the way on the other side of the country, but you never really knew how things would work out.
I had packed all of my stuff into a metal box, driven cross-country, and had a list of all of the new things I wanted to try. I thought I would like the weather and the people and the atmosphere.
You know when I knew I was in love with my new city? Not when I moved into my apartment, not when I saw the sun set over the water and the mountains, not when I made new friends. I knew things had worked out when I had to wait in an office downtown to get my parking permit. No line, no numbers, no pushing. People just chilled out to wait their turn.
You never knew what could happen.
@bkhchica
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“The wolf chased after Little Red Riding Hood. He couldn’t let her get away. She was frightened and ran as quickly as her feet could carry her. She emerged from the forest and raced along the beach. The wolf was getting closer to her.
“Her breath was heaving from her lungs as she gasped for air. She reached a rocky slope and knew that she would never be able to outrun him. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and steeled her nerves. She turned around and met the beast’s gaze.
“The wolf skidded to a stop and collapsed at her feet. His furry form shimmered and was replaced with a man. She knelt at his side and lifted his head into her lap. Brushing the hair from his face, she whispered, “It’s you…”
His eyes opened and he smiled. Rising to his knees, he slipped his hand around the back of her neck and kissed her lips lightly, glad that he had finally found something good to live for.”
“Is that a true story, mommy?”
“Yes, Sweetie; it’s how I met your daddy. “Night, I love you,” she tucked her child in and left her to sleep.
Word count: 200
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I’ve always done as I’m told. I am as obedient as a sixteen-year-old girl can be. The result of what other parents strive for. I know this because I see how others my age behave, their parents commending my own for raising such a respectable child.
If they only knew.
At four, I conjured a pair of kittens. My father had taken them away. At six, I offered a daisy to a dog behind our house. The puppy hadn’t lasted long either.
I’ve been warned too many times that if the government discovers me they’ll draw their weapons without the least bit of hesitancy.
They propagate equality and peace.
They claim sanctuary.
They are liars.
We’ve driven forever, nearly two days. My father has barely spoken, but his few words have been weak assurances that this will be best. I disagree – I’m stronger now.
My new home is hidden behind a labyrinth of rock. “You can’t be serious.”
“What other choice do we have?”
I look at him then.
“We can’t fight them,” he says. So furiously certain. “Go.”
On the other side I am greeted by a boy with slate colored eyes. He says hello then takes my hand.
Twitter: @hummingbirdFF
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She tripped over her long red coat as she stumbled backwards. Her hand caught the jagged edge of a rock as she hit the ground, slicing a deep, crimson line across her palm.
The momentary distraction of her pain was once again shattered as she heard the heavy breaths of the approaching beast. He was closer now, his shadow casting darkness all around her.
Her heart was beating wildly, and a lone tear rolled down her cheek as she made peace with her imminent fate.
The glowing eyes of her reaper held her captive as they moved ever closer. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness enshrouding her, the creature’s eyes lost their glare. What once was a terrifying ruby was now a familiar shade of honey brown.
Her breath caught as his muzzle touched her cheek. Her fear was just as palpable as before, but it was no longer for herself. Her fear was for the beautiful boy whose eyes she so loved.
A deep howl echoed in the distance and the beast was gone in an instant. Her wide, distressed eyes tried to find his trail in the darkness, but there was nothing left.
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Word count: 200
ReplyDelete@PrecariousState
Her words are in looping, large cursive that takes up two lines in my spiral notebook. The green ink shines in the dim lighting. It sparkles in its stillness.
“How’s it hanging?”
How is it, I ask myself? I’m annoyed that the class is nearing its end and my professor shows no signs of shutting up, and mildly amused at this green, shiny gel pen used by an equally shimmery woman.
No. Not shiny. She doesn’t reflect light so much as exude it. She just… pulses. Her nail polish is white, but shows brown scuffs and… red pen? It’s probably whiteout, I think and feel my lips twitch. She’s wearing a hemp bracelet and a beat up watch. Her silver MacBook shines as much as her ink does.
My pen is blue, fitting into one line precisely. As I respond, my left hand leaves inky smudges across what I say: “It could be better. And you?” I think it leaves a bigger imprint than my words do.
My yellow bracelet drags across the vinyl as I slide the book closer to her. It scratches the plastic, scratches me.
Her response: a picture of the professor with a large, phallic nose.
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ReplyDeleteTwitter @shadesofpurple4
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He was in a crowd that I had no part in being of. I didn’t want that part. I just wanted someone to pay attention to me without wanting anything from me. I wanted friends that WANTED to hang out with me. That didn’t happen.
During our school days together we were friends. I knew something was different about him but I couldn’t pinpoint what it was because he was masking it with drugs and alcohol.
One day after years of being apart we find each other. He has been sober two years, has a steady job that pays his bills, he has his own vehicle, and doing what he can to survive. I, however, married, had two kids, then got divorced and am living with my parents.
Like I said I always new he was different. He has a good heart and lets me be the person I am without questioning me, without judging me, without degrading me. It is the good I wasn’t looking for. He is the good I shouldn’t have left in the dark. I should’ve pulled him out of it when I had the chance the first time around.
Twitter @PotionRed
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The darkness was his own and was complete. Never before did he feel something self made was so perfect. It was oppressive, all encompassing, and heavy. The human minds beneath it had little or no chance of escape and succumbed to the worlds he had created in their minds.
The monster that was the nothingness admired himself, taking pride in the thoroughness of it all. That it could be done so well, and he had done it all.
He wasn't expecting it when she arrived, and found her intimidating. Her hair was light, her outfit short, and her face wasn't one of fear like it should have been. This confused him. She was small before his blanket of suppressive darkness, but now he doubted its effectiveness. She didn't buckle or seem weak beneath it like all the others. She wasn't trembling with fear or adrenalin like he wanted. She just stood there, innocent to it all. Sizing her again as a foe to his creation, he wondered, who was this alien creature and why was she painted with a big, giant letter S.
Twitter: ShiningStar786
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When the big bad wolf comes around, Mama said, don’t cower in fear. Look him in the eye, baby girl. That’s the only way he’ll learn.
But how do you know, Mama, that I’ll even get a glimpse of him?
Oh, honey, someday you’ll understand.
Today. Today, I understand. To avoid the wolf is to deceive life itself. Evil, it lurks around every corner, but until you stare it smack in the face, it will never fade into the shadows.
Easier said than done, yes, but not impossible. Never impossible.
It only takes five seconds of courage, Mama said, to fight back. To find a tiny sliver of light that you never knew existed amid the darkest of nights. You know what that light is called?
What, Mama?
Hope, baby girl, it’s called hope.
Today. Today, I know. Mama was right.