15minuteficlets: Word 83

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@ 2004-11-29 16:12:00

Word 83
I'm so sorry, the long holiday weekend here in the states screwed me up.

Please post a link here to your ficlet, but ficlets in comments are fine as well. If you do write the ficlet on your own page, please put the word behind an lj-cut tag (or hidden in some way), so as not to spoil anyone for the word.

Word for this week is: Stretched

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	moonlitempyrean 2004-11-29 01:42 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Lore =/+ (does not equal) Truth Rating: G Fandom: None/Original (Reply to this)

Mine for this week

cupkeyk
2004-11-29 01:52 pm UTC (link)

He grew in magnitude; he filled up the entire room. He scanned around him as the effects of his presence poured upon them life a terrible rain, drenching them in his magnificence. It was the way he stood perfectly still, the way his Adam’s apple flashed when he breathed, it was the ennui in his eyes, it was the way his eyebrows stretched his eyelids. There was a grumbling in the back of his throat that echoed his disappointment, drowning their din with its almost silence.
The moment that he has gained their entire attention; when he knew that every grain of gaze has been gleaned, he spoke, "Now that I have your undivided attention..."
He let the words linger, because more than a statement it was a reprimand. They
Suddenly aware of every wrinkle in their suits, of every misplaced hair upon their heads, they queasily tried to stay perfectly still. They dared not touch the air that has coagulated into a thick, luxurious soup under the man’s indomitable command. The dons all knew without a doubt why he was Godfather.

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mindglitter
2004-11-29 02:09 pm UTC (link)

Original. Rated R for {m/f) sexual imagery and innuendo. 520 words.

For a moment longer, he watched her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly opened, and her body stretched in an arch beneath him. While it seemed to last forever at the time, it was still too soon that he was sliding out of her and she was a satisified sprawl beneath him. That lazy smile was reflected in her eyes, and for all that they'd been through just to reach this place, he considered it all worth the struggle, just for what he was seeing right then.

"You're thinking too much, Albert" she said on a yawn. "Obviously your brain didn't take a leave of absence as mine has done."

"Oh, what makes you say that?"

"You're thinking. You might as well have a neon sign over your head proclaiming it to the world."

"I don't need to proclaim it to the world. You're right here."

"Very funny," and as he rolled aside, she stretched. That stretch did lovely things for the rise of her breasts, and he appreciated the view for as long as possible. His gaze slid down to the silvery scar along her side that had only been emphasized. Then her body sagged again, and she said, "Oooh. I think I strained muscles I didn't remember I had."

"So I'm reminding you?"

She shot him a glare from beneath the fringe of hair. "I'm not certain you've reminded me of them, or whether the earlier fight did so. We shall have to see in the morning."

"So you're going to test that theory on me?"

She looked at him contemplatively for a long moment, and her most wicked smile curved her lips. "Perhaps. I haven't decided yet."

His eyes returned to the scar, and he stretched his fingers so that they spanned that old wound. After a moment, the fingers of one hand covered his while the other was lifting his gaze to meet hers.

"It was nowhere as close as it looks, and if it meant that you'd be protected from the likes of her, then it was worth the price paid."

"But Anne, how many times will we have to pay that particular price."

She brought his fingers up to her lips and kissed them gently before murmuring, "We will make an end of that particular problem, and then we will not have to pay it any longer. Besides, as long as we are together, we can accomplish nearly anything, can't we?"

Albert smiled and pulled her fingers up to his lips. When he kissed htem, her eyes drifted shut, and his smile widened.

"Sleep now. I have something in store for you tomorrow."

"No," she responded without opening her eyes. "Tomorrow I have plans for you."

"I can hardly wait."

Her eyes opened to the faintest of slits. "Don't tempt me."

"But that's what I do."

Her other hand slid over his eyes, and he closed his eyes in response.

"Sleep now, yourself. You talk too much."

He tried to keep from laughing as he slid into sleep. Before he could even respond to her, though, a wave of sleep swept him under.

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zilly14
2004-11-29 02:57 pm UTC (link)

Title: Blackjack
Fandom: BtVS, Post-Chosen. Spike ficlet.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon's the genius, not me.
Rating: G
Word count: 200
Notes: Plot bunnies attacked, and I like this story, so I may expand it eventually :)

The little black kitten whimpered in the shivering blizzard, deserted and alone. Its legs finally gave out and it fell onto the snow, crying out into the night.

A few minutes passed and a bleach blond donning a black leather jacket shuffled through the storm, also looking for some sort of shelter. He heard a soft mew and glanced down to see the little furball in front of him.

"Poor thing," he said. He gently picked the feline up and cradled it close to his chest. "I don't provide much warmth, little bugger, but I'll see what we can do."

...

"I don't like cold weather much, and I reckon you don't either."

Spike had found a log cabin in the woods, fireplace included. After lighting it (without getting burned) he placed the kitten close to the fire.

"Meow!" It stretched out, still weak from the cold.

"I got you some milk, pet," he smiled as he left a small bowl on the floor. The kitten glanced at him before sipping the delectable liquid.

"My name's Spike by the way. I don't fancy cats too much, as pets anyway. Would you like a name?"

"Meow!"

"Alright then. I'll call you Blackjack."

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	angel_vixen 2004-12-01 10:51 am UTC (link)
	That's adorable. wibble AngelVixen :-) (Reply to this) (Parent)

	mimerki 2004-11-29 03:00 pm UTC (link)
	Original fiction, Contact War PG? We watched as the Haaskiim stretched (Reply to this)

	clez 2004-11-29 03:33 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Guardian Fandom: LXG Rating: PG-13 Genre: General/Drama Words: 980 Time: 14 minutes O_o() (Reply to this)

tainted4life
2004-11-29 03:42 pm UTC (link)

Fandom: Teen Titans (animated)
Title: Holding Down the Fort
Words: 366
Rating: PG-13, 'cos I wrote it.

Raven yawned and raised her arms to the sky, lifting herself a little off the sofa.

Much as she loved Robert Frost's Fire and Ice, she simply could not read another line of poetry.

Robin yawned as well, thumbing to a new page in the slim text. She noted the author: Machiavelli.

"Batman has you reading Machiavelli?" She queried, setting the book of poetry on the coffee table.

He nodded and shifted, stretching his legs and curling his toes in a gesture that would have been cute, if his feet didn't smell like he had been wearing the same socks for a month.

"Does it disturb you?" She asked.

Men obey better when they fear their masters than when they love them... Men are sheep, ruled by fear, but love disguises so many impurities so well that the theory is unsound.

He shrugged and continued reading. "It's interesting, in a sociopathic sort of way."

"Sociopathic?" That was a new one. She'd never heard Machiavelli described as a sociopath before.

The label did fit, though.

"Use any means necessary to gain power for oneself? Use any means necessary to cement that power, once you've got it? Sounds like a classical sociopath. Anything was justifiable if it benefitted him."

"Including terrorizing all the peasants, so that they would know you meant business. I doubt he would have wanted his manor razed, and yet he could do it to others." Yes, sociopath was definitely a good word for him.

"Of course, it might just have been an attempt at fortifying himself so that he could enact his theory. After all, he was lame, wasn't he? And relatively powerless."

It sounded like something Batman would have said, and suddenly, she wished that the others would come back from their pizza run.

Except that would mean not being alone with Robin anymore, and she enjoyed their time alone. They had the most interesting conversations.

"Do you read Tennyson?" She asked.

He shrugged. "I didn't much like The Lady of Shallot, but In Memoriam was good. I'm more of a Wordsworth kind of guy."

"We are home!" Starfire's voice called, and Raven hid her sigh.

Another conversation that would have to wait.

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	sayianchild86 2004-11-29 05:49 pm UTC (link)
	Interesting. ^_^ (Reply to this) (Parent)

	tpeej 2004-11-29 11:00 pm UTC (link)
	Very nice! You did a great job with Teen Titans! (Reply to this) (Parent)

	instantkarma19 2004-11-29 04:27 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Just Like Spring Rating: PG Fandom: Harry Potter; Harry/Hermione Link: http://www.livejournal.com/users/instantkarma19/103630.html#cutid1 (Reply to this)

mrpata
2004-11-29 06:09 pm UTC (link)

Title:
Fandom: Katamari Damacy
Rating: G
Word count: 451

The little Prince! Little pint-sized Prince, as his father called him! "First comes God, then Papa," he had once written in his younger years, and now the Prince was beginning to wonder what had possessed him to do it. He paused for a breather but knew that time was hardly a luxury. The Prince craned his head back to check the size of his katamari, his giant ball of junk, and knew that he had a long way to go. (12 meters today, Daddy had told him. Twelve meters.)

The Prince took a quick survey of the area and aimed for the unsuspecting bulldog to his right. "YAPYAPYapyapyap!" came a familar cried as the pug-faced pooch got absorbed into the clutter. Several small lengths of fencing and a number of flowerpots joined the rolling party too. Come on, got to get two meters here, the Prince thought to himself. Two meters ...

Aha! A schoolgirl! The Prince wheeled his katamari over and aimed with evil precision. "EEEEEE!" she screamed, legs and arms flailing as the katamari sucked her up into its ever-growing amalgam of bric-a-brac. But she was easily distracted -- "Oh, hey, what's your name?" she said to a small schoolboy (he of the horizontal hairdo) that had glumly accepted his fate on the leeward side of the sphere.

It was at this point that the Prince decided to have a go at the takoyaki sign by the food stand. It seemed a little big, but with some cajoling, he figured he'd be able to roll it up. Just pick up some speed, move straight at it, and ...

KLONK.

The metal signpost stopped him. This would not do. This simply would not do! He was starting to sound a lot like his father, he thought to himself. So again with the rolling the Prince took a stab at the sign --

BOOMF.

This time a couple of flowerpots came loose and bounced away. The Prince would have none of this. He hunched up against the katamari and pushed it, inching, reaching, trying to bend that sign around the ball so that he could get a precious few more centimeters in diameter. The cloth sign itself was quite amenable to the rolling process; it was the signpost that was holding it up that gave him trouble. One more good push, he reckoned -- another flowerpot went flying -- and surely the signpost would give in as well ...

... or not. The man in a bear-suit with the balloons walked into the katamari, and the Prince cursed at the animal mascot. "Bastard! I almost had that sign! If I'd just gotten it to wrap around a bit more. If only."

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	sayianchild86 2004-11-29 06:26 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Someday Rating: PG Fandom: CaseClosed [DC] R+J/R+S Word Count: 328 (Reply to this)

	shoroko 2004-11-29 07:24 pm UTC (link)
	Incredibles. 248 words. G. Violet POV, post-movie. Vulnerable (Reply to this)

	meltyoudown 2004-11-29 11:12 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Last Night's Red Dress Fandom: The West Wing Pairing: Donna/Amy Rating: PG http://www.livejournal.com/users/meltyoudown/18118.html#cutid2 (Reply to this)

	gibbous 2004-11-30 03:15 am UTC (link)
	Title: The Saga of Not Quite Yet Fandom: None/Original Warnings/Rating: G Word Count: 448 (Reply to this)

	toxictattoo 2004-11-30 08:08 am UTC (link)
	Title: Dust Author: Jan Movie: Lan Yu Rating: Nc-17, masturbation, references to m/m sex and m/f sex Pairing: Hangdong/Lan Yu (Reply to this)

	eowynjedi 2004-11-30 02:07 pm UTC (link)
	Title: One Arrow. Fandom: None. It's about a character in my own story, or rather, series of stories. Rating: PG-13. Oooh, violence. (Reply to this)

lilli_ann
2004-11-30 05:10 pm UTC (link)

Title: Flying High
Rated: G
Length: 238 Words
Time: nine minutes

The wind flew by in gusts, cold and crisp around the ears, and in the eyes. Being in the air, alone except for a broom, was an amazing feeling. Better than hot cocoa after a cold day outside, better than screaming at the top of your lungs in jubilation, better than...anything.
Harry flew this way and that, swerving in and out, a zig here, a zag there. Loop-de-loops and twirls, spinning to a stop in mid air. Higher, then higher still until his ears popped. Then down...straight down. There was no where else to go, but into an electrifying total body dive, so close to perfectly vertical. Stretching out over his broom, long, expressive fingers gripping tightly, eyes open wide, watering with the speed. Free fall. No feeling in the world could possibly compare, nothing came even close to that feeling when your stomach dropped out of your gut, and you wanted nothing more than to keep going.
The ground, a plain of frozen mud, rising up fast before his eyes, almost a split second to late he pulled up. A millisecond more and he’d have been hard pressed to get any more response than a squelch from his broken body. But that didn’t matter at all, because it hadn’t been too late, and now he was back in the air, more loop-de-loops and zig-zags, elation plain on his grinning face.
He had the Snitch...another win for Gryffindor!

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dragonsblog
2004-11-30 08:05 pm UTC (link)

Title: Pledge
Original
Time: 15 mins exactly, even with roomate interruptions!
~~ ~~
She was cleaning. Dusting, at the moment.
“Why do you have to clean? It’ll only get messy again,” he chuckled.
She raised an eyebrow. “It keeps the place from becoming disgusting. Take a few layers of grime off. Make it livable again.”
“I never would have figured you for a neat freak.”
“Me? Neat? I think not…” Her skepticism was evident. “What, you don’t like cleaning?”
She sighed suddenly, spying a large dustball lurking under the couch.
“Hmmm,” was his only response, as at the moment, she was on hands and knees, fishing out the dustball.
Startled, she snapped upright, snatching a pillow off the couch and throwing it at him.
“Well, it would be easier to clean if you weren’t lounging all over my furniture. You are in my way,” was her terse reply.
She stalked into the kitchen over to a cabinet and yanked it open. She struggled to reach the pledge spray, on the top shelf. Streching her arm as far as she could, she cursed loudly.
“Problems?” he inquired from the other room.
A growl was her only response.
“Pledge, huh?” Suddenly he was behind her. “Ya know something? You are short.” She gave him a not so friendly jab in the ribs. He easily reached the shelf and got down the spray.
“Here,” he said softly. She half turned, aware he was right behind her, very close. Their eyes met for a moment. She blushed. He gave a small smile. She gave a tentative one in return.
This could prove to be interesting.

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mortal_belleza
2004-11-30 11:38 pm UTC (link)

This didn't actually take 15 minutes. I couldn't seem to concentrate that long tonight. I also used the word "stretching" instead of "stretched". This is going to be part of a drabble set.

Title: Carnage, or Sinister Intentions
Fandom: X-Men: The Movie
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): None
Word Count: 171

* * *

Their attempts to apprehend Sinister were a bust. His lab lay in ruins, and the bodies of countless mutant teens littered the floor. In his haste to get away, he left behind a mess. Equipment was smashed, and throats were slashed. Sinister tried to burn the lab, as well, but they arrived in time to stop it.

Sinister hadn’t had the time to properly dispose of the equipment or the teens, but the old-fashioned method of destroying things worked. They would never know what Sinister’s intentions were for the teens. They would never know what he was creating in that lab. Those were Sinister’s intentions.

Three can keep a secret, if two are dead.

Hank checked the pulses of the teens, shaking his head. Why was he even trying? They were all dead. He was just stretching his hope by checking their lifeless bodies for a pulse. He checked the pulse of the final teen. A boy. Probably around seventeen. Hank felt a faint pulse beneath his fingers.

“He’s still alive!”

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	erato_the_muse 2004-12-01 01:15 pm UTC (link)
	West Wing, J/D, PG, Randomness. (Reply to this)

	tinpanalley 2004-12-03 08:45 am UTC (link)
	Endeavor-Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Reply to this)

Reposted because I screwed it up. XD

embyquinn
2004-12-03 10:10 pm UTC (link)

Title: Creative Lounging
Fandom: Highlander
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Methos/Lucinda (OFC)
Word Count: 370

Methos yawned, widely and audibly, and Lucinda looked up from her sketchpad just as he stretched his arms up over his head, arching his back with a satisfied groan.

"Time for your afternoon nap?" she asked mildly.

He stretched his legs, wiggled his toes, and sat up, giving her a look of patient exasperation. "It's Sunday afternoon," he told her. "Sunday afternoons are meant for lounging about. Didn't you get the memo?"

"Must have lost it on my desk." She flipped the pad closed and set it aside. "Some of us work for a living, you know," she reminded him as she rose from the chaise lounge.

"Oh, that was cruel," he scoffed as she walked past. "As if you have to support me. I suppose I'm a kept man now?"

"If the shoe fits," she called over her shoulder on the way to the kitchen.

"I'm not wearing shoes. Come back here." He rose up off the sofa and caught up to her in three long strides. "Do you really think I can let you get away with that?"

"With what?" she blinked at him in feigned surprise. "I'm not the one who's turning sloth into an art form, am I?"

He backed her up against the wall and put his arms on either side of her, effectively blocking off her escape. "Sloths are interesting creatures, actually," he said, leaning in close so that their noses were almost touching. "They're not really lazy, you know--it's just that their diet consists primarily of leaves, which provide very little nutrition or energy. So they've evolved with very low metabolic rates and body temperatures. They move so slowly they can't be easily seen by their natural predators; they eat, sleep, mate, and give birth hanging from tree limbs. If you see a sloth on the ground, it's most likely already dead."

"Fascinating." Lucinda kissed the inside of his left elbow. "You're still a lazy butt. You're just a smart lazy butt."

"Am I, now?" In one quick motion he caught her in his arms and picked her up to carry her back towards the sofa. "Come with me, my dear, and allow me to introduce you to the art of creative lounging..."

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fear, hp, ginny arthur

erised1810
2004-12-04 03:59 pm UTC (link)

Everything was spread out on the table. There was paperwork to do and there were many many letters and memos to read. Outsside his window the sun was shining and he heard voices in the hall. People were going out for lunch, it was almost half past twelve already. He tapped a pile of paper with his wand and it only spread int o more of a mess. Suddenly he found a booklet underneath all the rubbish and leafed through it. There she was in a wonderful robe smiling at him. His seventeen-year-old daughter. He and Molly had been so proud that day, they had beamed at each other and grinned at everyone they met, almmost feeling young again.

And here he was, trying to work through a mass of nonsensical reports and complaints, when the only thing he could concentrate on was the soft sounds of breathing in the background. He stood up and walked oer. There she was, stretched out on the small couch, covered by his winter cloak and her own. The same seventeen-year-old daughter who had burst into his office and fell crying into his arms. Quietly he reached out ahand and touched her cheek. She hardly even moved.

"It will be alright Ginny," he said, "Harry will be found."

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This came out odd

bashipforever
2004-12-04 08:09 pm UTC (link)

Title: Taffy
Fandom: Btvs
Summary: S5 post The Body pre The Gift. Buffy pov random thought thing.

Title: Taffy
Summary: S5 post The Body pre The Gift. A Buffy pov random thought kind of thing. Very odd. Written for 15minuteficlets the word was stretched.

Have you ever watched them pull taffy? That’s how I feel, like someone has put me on a taffy machine and stretched me thin. It started when Mom died. I don’t know how she did it, being Mom I mean. She made it look effortless.

It’s not.

Dawn’s not helping. I know she misses Mom and I know she’s acting out because of it, but that doesn’t make it any easier to handle. Then there’s the Glory stuff.

Does taffy ever break? I mean beyond repairable break, so that they just have to throw out the vat of taffy.

Once upon a time I thought keeping up with the slayer duties would kill me. Now I wish that was all I had to keep up with. I can handle the end of the world. I can’t handle Mom being gone and Dawn rebelling and the bills that keep piling up.

Angel called today. He wanted to know how I was holding up. I smiled so wide I thought my face would break because you know they tell you that people can hear your smile over the phone. I said I was doing fine and yes everything was okay and sure I’d call him if I needed him.

I can’t really call that often. I think being on the phone with me twenty four hours a day would hinder his whole helping the helpless gig.

Dawn’s in bed. I’ve checked twice already. She cried herself to sleep. I know she’s stretched like taffy too.

I shrug on my jacket and tuck a stake in the pocket. Still gotta make sure the fine citizens of Sunnydale don’t get eaten by something bloodsucking and fangy. I open the door and nearly run into a wall of broad chest and black leather. I’m afraid to look up. I mean what if it’s not real? I’ve been having these dreams where Mom comes back, only when I go look in her room she’s never there, of course.

“Buffy.”

My eyes make their way up his chest, that place that’s perfect for laying my head, over his shoulders, were they always that broad? My eyes meet his and I stop breathing for a second. The world goes sideways and he catches me by the elbow.

“Angel?”

Still not sure he’s here. I mean this could be a dream. I used to have surround sound dreams about him.

“You sounded like you were stretched a little thin on the phone. I thought I’d come check on you.”

It’s a good thing there’s that guy in the candy shop to make sure the taffy doesn’t get stretched too much.

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	Re: This came out odd zilly14 2004-12-05 05:03 pm UTC (link)
	Aww! Cute! Yes, a little odd, but cute! (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	Re: This came out odd bashipforever 2004-12-08 03:19 pm UTC (link)
	Thanks! I was kind of happier with it in retrospect then at the time...if that makes sense. Btw I'm going to add you to my flist because I read your 15minute ficlet every week and it's always cute. (Reply to this) (Parent)

lilypeters
2004-12-05 07:59 am UTC (link)

Title: Stretched Beyond Limitations
Author: Roxy Parkington
Fandom: Pokemon
Summary: Norman observes his daughter May during their battle at the Petalburg gym. This ficlet takes place in the Sapphire game, but not the anime.

She is stretched beyond all limitations by now, I see it in her eyes. Brown eyes that reflect the demureness of her mother and my firey passion for Pokemon battles. We have battled consecutively for at least five times now, and I have triumphed each time. She never cried when Vigoroth beat down her last Pokemon, just quietly turned around and hurried to the nearest Pokemon Center, returning just as fresh as if I had never beaten her down.

It's family instinct, of course. I would do the same if I was her age. But now as she stomps back in, her brown eyes never leaving mine, I can see she's got a plan on her mind. I nod to her curtly; for the time being, we're trainer and gym leader, not father and daughter. "Give it your all, May," I say simply.

"Oh, I will," she answers. Is that a glimmer of rebellion in her tone? I push that thought away as she sends forth her first Pokemon, a Marshtomp. Impressive.

"Go, Slaking!" I exclaim, my voice echoing with confidence, but before I can call out an attack, May beats me to it.

"Rock Tomb, Marshtomp!" she calls and three huge rocks that appear as if from nowhere land on Slaking in quick succession. Although he groans, Slaking isn't affected by it very much.

"Use your Focus Energy!" I know that using such a defensive attack is a risky move, but I have to pull out all the stops to win. His focus tightens and the battle proceeds.

Fifteen minutes later, with all her Pokemon fainted but Swellow, I admit defeat with grace. Vigoroth fought long and hard, but in the end it was worth it seeing May triumph. I give her a hug and press the Balance Badge into her hand. "I never thought I'd see the day... Your mother will be overjoyed at this news." She steps back from me and softly strokes Swellow's feathers.

"I didn't win today...Swellow did," May grins. We smile knowingly at one another, that inherited fire still in those brown eyes. She leaves, and I am left alone again, the sun streaming in through the windows.

I long for the day when she will return home, but I know that will never be.

~Roxy~

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	sethoz 2004-12-05 02:38 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Thin Ice Fandom: LXG Word Count:970 Link:http://www.livejournal.com/users/sethoz/39447.html#cutid1 (Reply to this)

lady_smith
2004-12-08 10:18 am UTC (link)

Title: Freeze Frame (Part two of Bad Dialouge)
Fandom: Angel
Characters: Angel/Lindsey
Genre: Suspense (for now)
Rating: PG (for now)
Setting: Mid Season Three.
Synopsis: Lindsey is having a quiet evening at home, and has an unexpected, (and unexpectedly welcome) visitor. In this part: Angel is shocked to discover what Lindsey was just doing, and does some shocking of his own. Continued from here.

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	Brace redwolfoz 2004-12-08 11:48 am UTC (link)
	( Brace ) — original fiction, sequel to Intruder (Reply to this)

yay my first ficlet
(Anonymous)
2004-12-10 12:52 am UTC (link)

this is the first thing iv written, so dont be too harsh!

Her feet left uneven piles of soil upon the gaudily tessellated floor as she shuffled, shivering, out of the cold. She slowly began to slide her moss green sweater over her head, not entirely confident that she was, as desired, alone in the house, but so cold that she didn’t entirely care.

The room looked oddly familiar, which was more understandable when it was considered that she’d spent every winter in this home prior to her 12th birthday. Now the secluded retreat of older, and wealthier holiday-goers, she felt unfounded resentment for these new owners- who really had done her family a favour by so generously freeing them from financial debt in exchange for the hilltop home.

Now dressed only in lilac underwear, she stretched herself lazily across the couch, arching her back and enjoying the warmth that thoughts of James brought her. The silence which had previously been eerie now became oddly comforting, as she juxtaposed this lack of sound with the yelling and stomped feet which had filled the dwelling earlier in her life. Not that she’d been terribly unhappy here, the disagreements were only to be expected in her family and, though probably a product of childhood naivety, she had always felt slightly content here, rugged up warm and sheltered from the cold.

She closed her eyes and slid one leg slowly over the other, turning slightly to find a more comfortable position. Leaving thoughts of her family behind she focussed solely on James, as though he too were sitting, trespassing, in this warm and silent home.

She ran her fingers softly up her thigh and found herself whispering his name. Time to make some happy memories.

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	tarma 2005-04-13 11:25 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Follow the Leader Author: Haruka tarma Fandom: Hunter x Hunter Rated: PG-13 Charas: Three from the Genei Ryodan (Reply to this)

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