15minuteficlets: GAH

Sara Jaye-und Verwelkt (

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15minuteficlets,
@ 2004-12-07 12:54:00

Current mood:	cold and wet
Current music:	Carole King - Crying in the Rain

GAH
Sorry this is 2 days late. *curses finals*

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Freeze

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Christmas at Malfoy Manor

luvpinsanity
2004-12-07 10:50 am UTC (link)

Author:

luvpinsanity

seductive_evil
Title: Christmas at Malfoy Manor
Rating: PG

The winter chill spreads over the arid expanseless grounds.

Welcome to Christmas at Malfoy Manor

The dead, torn hedges that once so proudly surrounded the gardens now lay as a stark reminder to what Christmas really is.

Even inside the castle, the large fires snapping, crackling, huge ornate fireplaces that declare the elegance of times gone by; there is no love.

Welcome to Christmas at Malfoy Manor

Silent figures dress side by side, pale skin breathing blue frost from their lips. Ghosts silently moving through the manner. There is no cause for celebration on this happy day.

Far off, a distant carol rings, voices of the village people rise. The trees crack under the cold, an angry cry from a angered wand, and the voices fade off.

Welcome to Christmas at Malfoy Manor.

The parties here are few and far between, the laughter here is more scarce. Frightened faces, a young boy, looms at his bedroom window looking out as dark grey clouds move in. He bites his lip, and scowls. Hating how he'll hear the stories, the laughter, and the presents that his friends. His aquaintances. He'll go back to Hogwarts with a bruise on his back dreadfully trying to conceal the tears in his eyes.

Welcome to Christmas at Malfoy Manor.

Love, it seems, has escaped them. But he cannot name the nameless need he has inside, to want to be held, and loved. The very thing that makes his Father recoil at his son, and hit him- angry words like spitting fire on his tender back.

Love is weakness, Love fails, Love decieves, Love is why... Lucius screams at Draco over and over, and yet Draco still wants it. He wants to be touched with a warm hand, and he wants to feel warmth.

There is no warmth, is there? Desperately, he reaches out- taking anyone in his path. His roommates; friends he has known forever. There is no warmth in their touch, no ice to quell the fire on his soul.

Welcome to Christmas at Malfoy Manor

Draco looks up at his Father and sees the Ice-Man, knowing that deep down Lucius must feel the same way Draco has. Did. No longer.

Christmas morning comes, and Draco hates the world. At Hogwarts, he can be on top. He can flaunt his wealth, and power. Here, he is Draco, trapped in a stone house, amongst stone walls, with faded silk curtains around his bed. The biting morning air makes Draco shiver, goosebumps spreading across his pale complexion.

He knows what it will be like when he goes downstairs, his parents sitting stiffly by the warm fire. Maybe a word or two of conversation, and a House Elf will bring Draco hot chocolate. Draco will wish for something stronger, but will remain silent.

He will sit across from his parents, his Father's face stone watching the flames lick upwards. They will sit there for as long as the silence will permit, and Narcissa will open her mouth a few times.

Mustn't break tradition, Narcissa dear.

Welcome to Christmas at Malfoy Manor

Draco wonders how long this silence has been going on, as they sit there in between the crackles of the fire roaring. Off behind him, a window is open and beyond it, a light snow is falling.

Crack goes a tree in the distance, the snow freezing its innards as it falls to the ground. Inside, Draco feels his heart twisting inside and his looks up again, at the faces of his father and mother.

"Father?" Draco's voice calls out, wavering.

A turn of his head is the only signal that Draco had even uttered a word, shattering the silence.

"Merry Christmas."

Draco murmurs, before sweeping up to his feet carrying himself away to his room.

A small smile crosses his lips as he closes the door behind him, and he knows that

this is Christmas at Malfoy Manor.

This is only my second entry here, hope its okay. =)

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	clez 2004-12-07 11:06 am UTC (link)
	Title: Over The Edge Fandom: LXG Rating: PG-13 Genre: General/Drama Word Count: 806 Time: 13 minutes O_o (Reply to this)

zilly14
2004-12-07 11:37 am UTC (link)

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon's the genius, not me.

Title: Fade Away
Fandom: BtVS/Angel, shortly after Not Fade Away
Rating: PG
Word count: 100

"Freeze," a cold voice uttered from behind.

The Slayer stopped, the snow faintly falling around her.

"Well," she replied, "in this weather, I'm already freezing." She twisted around and saw no one there. "Okay, that was weird."

She turned back around and shrieked when she saw Angel in front of her, grinning wickedly.

"Angel, you scared me! Is everything okay in LA?"

"Not exactly," he smiled. "All my friends are dead."

"Why are you smiling like that? What the hell is..." Her eyes widened in shock as she backed away. "Angelus..."

"Now I can have my revenge. Isn't torture fun?"

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	tpeej 2004-12-07 10:32 pm UTC (link)
	OMG! That is so mean, rotten and nasty! I liked it alot! BRAVO! You are Joss when you wrote this one. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	zilly14 2004-12-07 10:37 pm UTC (link)
	Thank you! Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it. "You are Joss when you wrote this one." That's one of the best compliments I've ever received for writing a fic. Thanks! (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	tpeej 2004-12-07 10:39 pm UTC (link)
	Your very welcome. The story was great. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	irishvampire13 2004-12-09 07:41 am UTC (link)
	Damn...I don't even know the characters all that well, but this is great! Nice and creepy. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	zilly14 2004-12-09 01:19 pm UTC (link)
	Thanks! Creepy was my intention :) Glad you liked it! (Reply to this) (Parent)

	makrothumia 2004-12-07 11:54 am UTC (link)
	Title: Room Warp Author: makrothumia (or edincoat. It really depends on which journal of mine you prefer.) Fandom: Doom (tee hee) Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 512 Time: 11 minutes, 4 seconds (Reply to this)

	kyasuriin 2004-12-07 11:55 am UTC (link)
	Title: blood red Black seal Fandom: HP Time: MMWP era Rating: PG Genre: Angst Word Count: 438 (Reply to this)

	kyasuriin 2004-12-07 11:56 am UTC (link)
	Title: blood red Black seal Fandom: HP Time: MMWP era Rating: PG Genre: Angst Word Count: 438 I hope this doesn't post twice.. I've been trying for the last few minutes, but there must be a server problem..gah! (Reply to this)

Mine for this week

cupkeyk
2004-12-07 11:57 am UTC (link)

He ran: his face smashing violently through the atmosphere, his hair tangled and twirled by the inertial winds. He came upon the wire fence: his right foot found a hold instantly, his left was over it and he was past it in two seconds. He breathed wildly: his lungs dilated fully, his blood in their reddest with all the oxygen, his muscles at optimum.

He hazarded a look back, and the image that met him made him run faster. The man was but a speck now on the horizon but he still carried the same terrible majesty as ever.

The man that sent him running, he was beautiful: his blood red lips lay on his snow white face like a winter rose, his eyes knew each and every sorrow while happiness drew fine lines on his face that no artist can ever hope to capture. The man whistled his way into his consciousness: the shrill call of a lark at break of day, he had to look as if he was awoken from his slumber. Then the man was there, they were face to face. The man spoke, "Do you know the meaning of fear?"

The man unravelled before him: fear is immortal despair, it is not some wolf in the night, but the rather the thought of never seeing dawn, fear is not hate because that is just as passionate as love but the absence of passion altogether. The man’s face did not change but it made him run for his dear life.

He shut his eyes in terror and he hit a steadfast but tender barrier. The man, how he got here he did not know, held him like a mother comforting a child. He saw a sleeve wiping away his tears and everything was okay.

The man bit him.

"I love the taste of adrenalin, first thing in the evening."

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mrpata
2004-12-07 12:02 pm UTC (link)

Title: Performance Today
Fandom: Original
Words: 493
Rating: G

Like dangerous little footsteps the first notes come creeping in. It's like they're afraid to be there, but here they are; the tentative, harmonically ambiguous chords of winter. Er, Vivaldi's Winter. From the Four Seasons concertos, you know, right?

"I have heard that one too many times and mangled by too many orchestras to care anymore," says resident music critic and cultural snot-nose Mark Wighendenbergerfield. He's right, though. I sit in the dark next to him, indifferent to what should be a cute little musical painting, a sonic imagery that makes things a easier to comprehend to the untrained mind. (Regular concertos are painfully abstract and make no sense unless you're, like, the person playing it. Or the one who wrote it. How many composers go to see their own works performed, you have to wonder?)

Wighendenbergerfield is a sad, bitter man. He deserves much more in life than doing reviews of community orchestras and high school musicals for the local suburban paper. There are dramatic and complex circumstances behind his fall from the esteemed position of arts critic for a city newspaper, but they exist only in his mind. He fancies himself to be worthy of working at a big-name paper, and thinks that he has actually done a stint as such, but dreams and memories have become so muddled in his head that things he think happened actually didn't. Now he's attending a performance of a music that he thinks he's heard more times than he really has. And that's counting CDs left on repeat and hold music through the telephone, too.

Whoosh! The solo violin cuts in with sweeping arpeggios that evoke the winter wind. Chopin did the same thing in his A minor etude Op. 25 No. 11 (or numbers similar to that), a fact that will probably be mentioned in Wighendenbergerfield's review just for the sake of name-dropping. Actually, the violinist is pretty cool. For a high schooler. She's the pride of the town, suburbia's last best hope for cosmopolitan acclaim. A handful of first-rate music schools have already accepted her. Wighendenbergerfield thinks she's overrated. "She'll burn out by age twenty-five, you mark my words," he says. "Just another pretty face with a set of fingers that the classical music industry will pin their hopes on, like a symphony-hall version of American Idol." The man even talks like his reviews. It's funny. I humor him with a grunt of agreement.

This concert hall always has the thermostat turned down way too low. I think it's to make the place feel more upper-class. But that's not right; this place is in just the right class it ought to be. Besides, it's not fooling Wighendenbergerfield. And it bugs the tuning on the stringed instruments. On the other hand, it's just right for a concerto that's colder than the bastard who thinks he heard Anne-Sophie Mutter play this live (he didn't; it was on NPR during a road trip to Billings).

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roadparty
2004-12-07 09:13 pm UTC (link)

Title: Loved You
Author: Lauralee (

roadparty)
Rating: PG-13, language and death
Disclaimer: Troy Duffy owns 'em, I don't. But this is how I've always seen the sequel (if it ever happens) ending.
Warning: Major character(s) death.
Notes: Written for the

15minuteficlets challenge. I'm not saying what the prompt was though.

And even as you pull the trigger, we love you for it.

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	eva_kasumi 2004-12-07 09:54 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Freeze Author: eva_kasumi Fandom: Golden Sun Rating: PG/PG-13 (Reply to this)

original - good-bye

erised1810
2004-12-07 10:00 pm UTC (link)

This is original. i nfacti t came about because I" mlistenign to a cd of irish music tat 'ssuposed to be the soutnrack tot a series abouthe immigration. SO needless to say I" menviioning that. But I merely know basics so if did anything incorrectl yhere, let me know!

"Its' cold," I said.
"It should't matter much to you," he replied. Oh that warm voice. How I would miss that. No, it wouldn't matter to me. Not for the next few minutes at least, for as long as I was still in his arms and could forget the sea and the shore, and the snow and this horrid winter.
"Come back," I said at once. "Please don't stay there forever, come back." And finally I cried, and I still shiveed even with those arms around me. He was wearing the coat I made for him. He would walk the rest of the road and stay warm. Would he need it at all, wherever he went?
At las I puled away andwalekd afew teps back. Yes, this was the next drawing I would do tonight, one of him standing there in the snow, looking at the sky and then at me. "Good bye," I said at last, good Luck."

I felt a kiss on my cheek and he turned around. Moments later he was gone, and i only haerd footsteps in the distance. I thought he'd lifted a hand and waved but it had to be my imagination. I still had tears on my cheeks and I was sure they would freeze onto my skin if I stayed hear any longer. But there was a whole row of people passing us, an entire procession walking this road, all on their way to a boat. I started to cry again. Father had almost begged me to leave with them. But i couldn't leave this man alone in his small house. It would be selfish and unfair.

"Come," a voice said. And i saw a white hand on my shoulder. I looked up into blue eyes that were exactly like the ones I'd just turned away from. "Come on," he said pulling me into a hug. "Let's go home, before we catch a cold, or something worse."
Then we both turned around, and left the road and the snow and the endless sea behind.

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leila_dessler
2004-12-07 10:28 pm UTC (link)

Title: Frozen Moment
Fandom: Batman: The Animated Series (though it could probably work for B&R, maybe even comic-verse)
Character/Pairing: Victor Fries, Victor/Nora
Genre: Angst/Romance
Rating: PG
Time and Words: 12 minutes, 348 words
Word: Freeze

FROZEN MOMENT

Victor stared at the picture in his hand. He stared down at the woman, little more than a girl, in the picture. He stared down at the beautiful smile, the pale and perfect skin that was reddened on cheeks and nose from the cold, the shimmering eyes blue as the sky, the glittering hair of gold that framed her face in a wild mess from a frigid wind.

Fingers caressed the picture as though it was the actual person in it, and icy blue eyes closed as wetness began to sting them. But tears wouldn’t fall, they couldn’t make it without freezing on contact with his skin. His frozen skin. His frozen body, his frozen heart.

His frozen love.

He wiped at his eyes, forcing the tears back. He opened his eyes again, staring down at Nora.

Beautiful Nora, her happiness not shattered by disease, but frozen in the picture he held. It was as if the moment had been captured, a frozen moment in time. Her happiness was pure and unlimited, untainted as she clung to him in the picture.

Even he looked happy in it, but how could he not have been? He didn’t mind his picture being taken, as long as it made her happy, and she was happy with him, how could he not be happy as well? They had been happy.

He didn’t know how to feel happy anymore. Happiness required warmth. He was frozen through. He couldn’t produce any warmth.

Victor Fries, Mr. Freeze, stared down at the picture in his hand, ignoring the yells and shouts and screams and shrieks of his fellow inmates. He ignored the guards muttering outside his cell as they passed by, complaining about their job and the noise. He ignored everything.

But her.

One day, she would be cured. One day, she would live again, free and pure and happy. And he could finally smile again, even if she couldn’t melt him now. He could be happy, and die from the heat of it and her.

He refused to let them both die frozen.

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	lady_smith 2004-12-08 10:58 am UTC (link)
	Title: Test of Purity Fandom: Harry Potter Rating: G Synopsis: At the beginning of sixth year, Draco's odd behaviour continues... The sequel to "A Father's Duty", and Revelation but stands alone fine. (Reply to this)

	sethoz 2004-12-08 08:18 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Before He Dies Fandom: LXG Word count/Time: 724 words in just over 15 minutes, I was rather slow this time. Link: http://www.livejournal.com/users/sethoz/41337.html#cutid1 (Reply to this)

_lsl_
2004-12-08 09:16 pm UTC (link)

Title: Friends, Then?
Fandom: (dub) Yu-Gi-Oh!
Time: 13 min
Rating: PG
Word Count: 478
Joey Wheeler POV

Sorry if the ending is a bit rushed. I heard my timer counting down...
--

It was so cold outside, I swear that everything out here was covered in a foot-thick layer of ice. 'Cept for me, cause I was walking. Home. Walking home from school. I thought that I wouldn't be alone in my wintertime torture, but no, the other kids' parents had the sense to pick them up and drive them home. I was the poor unfortunate soul left to freeze because the only place my dad drove ws to the liqour store.

Sighing, I kicked a chunk of icy snow out of my way so I wouldn't slip on it, but I slipped anyway. Feeling like I wanted to cry, lying on my back in the smow that was up to my knees normally, I clenched my fists to detract from the throbbing pain in my knee.

I must have looked like some corpse that had been chopped in half or something, because my top half was in the snow and my bottom half was sprawled on the sidewalk. I wanted to cry not because I hurt, but because my day had, well, let's just say it wasn't the best ever.

Next thing I know, Kaiba's limo is pulling up beside the road where I fell, and someone, probably Kaiba, gets out and walks over towards me. Swell. Just what I need - Kaiba calling me a 'wet dog'.

But he doesn't. Next thing I know, he's standing over me, holding his hand out like he wants me to take it, and has this look on his face like he's been thing very hard about something, and he's jsut resolved to do it. I stare up at him.

"Take it, Wheeler, I haven't got all day." He growls. I grab onto it, and he pulls me up with little effort.

Weird. Kaiba...nice? Definitely fishy.

He walks back to his limo, and I'm standing on the sidewalk goggling at his random act of kindness. If I'm not careful, I might freeze solid where I am.

"Are you coming or not?" I hear him toss over his shoulder after he realizes I'm rooted to the spot.

Since I don't exactly want to turn into a human Popsicle, I climb in after him.

"I know where you live," he interrupts after I try to tell him my address.

"So what's this all about?" I say, gesturing to the interior of the limo.

"I've been thinking, Wheeler, and I thought maybe we could be friends. Put our differences aside, once and for all."

WOAH! Sounds like something Tea would say. But since thins might put an end to the 'doggy insults', I'm all good.

"Friends, then?" I ask, sticking out my hand for him to shake, and he takes it.

"Friends," Kaiba agrees, and next thing you know, I'm walking up my apartment steps not frozen, and having just made a (new?) friend.

--FIN--

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	sayianchild86 2004-12-08 11:42 pm UTC (link)
	That's very interesting. I would have never thought to see the day. O_o; (Reply to this) (Parent)

	sayianchild86 2004-12-08 11:40 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Indifferent Bouquets Fandom: none [Original] Rated: PG Genre: Angst Words: 425 (Reply to this)

	shoroko 2004-12-09 01:07 am UTC (link)
	24. Post-s3 Michellefic. PG. 347 words. Ice (Reply to this)

tainted4life
2004-12-09 01:25 am UTC (link)

Title: I Stepped Into Your Arms
Fandom: Teen Titans (animated)
Pairing: Robin/Raven (because the Goth deserves the guy!)
Words: 155
Time: 4 Minutes
Raven drowsily slipped from her bed, the heavy black covers making slithering sounds. A tiny radio played The Pogues' A Rainy Night in Soho and she hummed along for a few bars as she pulled on her socks.
She tugged her leotard on and shoved a pair of jeans on over it, as well as a black sweatshirt.
The snow had done something to the city power, and the generator had ceased to function about a week earlier.
That was okay. She could use the bunsen burner to heat up some tea.
But when she got into the kitchen, the bunsen burner was nowhere to be found.
"Freeze," a voice said behind her.
She stopped moving. She knew that voice.
Somebody crossed the kitchen. She felt hands on her body and smiled, her hands moving towards Robin's black hair as their lips moved together.
As they touched each other, she forgot all about the cold.

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jasmynstote_bag
2004-12-09 04:01 am UTC (link)

Title: That July Night When I Died, You Remember, Right?
Genre: Drama/general
Rating:PG-13
Warnings: Erm... death, rape, etc.
Disclaimer: I wrote this. One day I'm going to give my OC's names, but until then, they remain nameless, and thats ok. Its all mine. Not based on any fandom. Mineminemine.

The sun was shining bright, that warm July night. The breeze was slight, the air heavy with humidity. I was walking back to my house, for it was no longer my home; since I’d left for college, my parents had more or less kicked me out. I paid rent to stay in my own room. It was entirely unfair.

As I crossed the street, a black or maybe blue car pulled up next to me and asked if I knew my way to wherever. I replied that I did know, it was just a couple streets up the road, at the dead end. It was impossible to miss. He drove off, and I continued on my way. The breeze was getting a little stronger, and the sun was setting. I knew it would be a cold night, something I’d been looking forward to ever since the last heat wave.

Just before I reached my corner, the man in the blue or black car pulled up again. Before I knew what was happening, I had been thrown in the back seat of the car, and it was squealing down my street, past, then away from my house.

I don’t know how long we drove, 15 minutes, or perhaps 3 hours. Time became relative as I thought of how I was going to escape. The two men in front, for now I realized there were two did not talk. Every two seconds the driver would look back as if he wasn’t really sure he’d actually done what he thought he’d actually done, and would see me and feel some kind of relief.

The car finally stopped and turned off. I tried to pay attention to my surroundings, I tried to see their faces, but the sun had completely set. I wondered if I’d ever see my family again, of if I was merely being dropped off at a party and this was some kind of joke.

I was pulled roughly out of the car, and was thrown to the ground. The breeze was blowing real hard, and the ground was frozen. The man sitting in the passenger side had done that, and he proceeded to push me into the ground. My hands snaked around his, trying to get them off my throat, but they wouldn’t go away. I couldn’t make him stop.
I thought it couldn’t possibly get worse, but when his hands left my throat to my shorts, I knew better. I knew this wasn’t over, and when it was, the two of them would be walking away, and I would not.

He raped me. He held me down and raped me and the driver stood over us and watched. I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t stop him; I’d taken self defense, I’d used every trick I knew how. The more I irritated him, the more he seemed to enjoy holding me down. Vile words spilled out of his mouth, but my mind took no notice. I was intent on surviving.

After he finished with me, he stood up and wiped himself down, put his bits back into his jeans and stared at me for a moment. I offered my silence, my pride, my dignity, anything for my life.

He said no, grabbed the gun from the driver’s back and aimed it at me.

And then, I died.

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quick (five minutes)

pick_up_styx
2004-12-09 05:21 am UTC (link)

It wasn't light outside, and so we had to make due with what we had. In my hand a thousend unspoken thoughts that I wished that I had come to terms with, at some other less auspicious date.

We tend to stick to doing things that make you numb, like this: a walk on a foggy morning.

The thoughts race through my head.

Where am I going? Where am I supposed to be?

And then, it all melts away.

I was born to be frozen here.

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	one900 2004-12-09 07:52 am UTC (link)
	Shannon, Queen of the World PG-13/R Shannon/Boone Shannon, Queen of the World (Reply to this)

	ambrosewulf 2004-12-09 09:16 am UTC (link)
	Title: Lament Author: DC, Dave Fandom: Original Rating: PG Warnings: Um, angst Word Count: 408 Follow the Yellow Brick...Road? (Reply to this)

	My entry... irishvampire13 2004-12-10 01:52 am UTC (link)
	Title: 'If I Could Melt Your Heart' Author: IV13 Fandom: Original. Rating: G If it sucks, I'm sorry; I think I might write a follow-up to this, explaining...well, you'll see. If I Could Melt Your Heart (Reply to this)

	Archetype redwolfoz 2004-12-12 12:36 pm UTC (link)
	( Archetype ) — original (Reply to this)

	serenitysea 2004-12-13 03:40 am UTC (link)
	I know I picked the wrong week, but... Title: Happy Hour Fandom: Alias Word count: 314 (Reply to this)

	tarma 2005-04-13 11:28 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Hell Freezes Over Author: Haruka tarma Fandom: Sailormoon Rated: PG-13 Charas: The Shitennou (Reply to this)

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