15minuteficlets: Word #101

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@ 2005-04-04 09:33:00

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Word #101
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Word for today is: Searching.

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I sure hope I am first

cupkeyk
2005-04-04 01:46 pm UTC (link)

I like sitting quietly over coffee; I hold it with the tips of my fingers, the cup is too hot. I look for the last sighs of winter as it finally gives up. The trees are still barren but in a couple of days the little buds of spring will break through. I recall saying something last autumn that I hate the flowers and the sniffles they bring; but when the flowers come I cannot help but smile. I like trees and bushes that flower with no leaves. I like the ones that look like stiff brooms for sweeping chimneys that seem to have caught glowing white embers.

I test the coffee with the tip of my upper lip. Its cool enough and I sip. I like it that we are not talking but all of this is happening between the two of us. I light my cigarette now that the coffee is drinkable. For you it’s the other way around: the smoking is the reason for coffee. You hum to music only the two of us can hear. We agree to about topics that pass by with the breeze. I wonder if I will ever find myself searching your face for some sign of doubt, but I shoo it away in case you are looking for one in mine and find it. Both of us giggle at the irony.

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koshkaphoenix
2005-04-04 02:42 pm UTC (link)

Title: Searching For Her Destiny
Fandom: King Arthur

It seemed to her that she had been searching for something all of her life. She never knew what it was, but there was always an emptiness that she could feel deep within her soul. As she grew older it got deeper as it seemed that she was missing something...something important and something integral to who she was.

When she was kidnapped and taken from her people, the yearning in her soul didn't stop, but it did quiet itself. It was hard to do searching such as her soul demanded when she was being held in a cage and being tortured by machines. These men, they called themselves priests of a Christian God, yet they had no problem with trying to torture the truth out of a young girl. The problem was, the truth they wanted, she didn't know.

She would spend hours, huddled in pain in her dirty cell, letting silent and hidden tears fall as she tried to silence the yearning in her soul and the questions in her mind. She was torn as to whether she wanted to live more, or die more. Each day, she had to make that decision.

Then they came.

Her soul started shouting at her again that day. The day when the Knights and their leader came and found her in that horrible place. While she healed in their wagon, she had the chance to watch them and to talk to them. They were her rescuers, but they soon became so much more.

The one who had carried her into the light and his dark companion started dancing through her fevered dreams as she healed and as her body grew stronger. Their eyes and their determination through so much sparked the fire in her soul and in her heart.

She would follow these two men anywhere they went.

She would fight for these men.

It felt like she was coming home as she healed and began spending more and more time with them. When the battle on the ice happened, she stood, ready to die with them.

But they did not die. They mourned their fallen companion who had given his life to give them a chance at escape. Then, they continued onward to their destination.

The day of the battle, nobody knew what was going to happen, but she did. It was something she had been seeing all of her life. She was going to die in a great battle with great men. She knew this. She knew this and she accepted this.

But they didn't. They didn't accept that she would die. They hadn't wanted her in harm's way at all.

She insisted. The land called to her. Her blood sang with the battlecry of her people. She was her father's daughter. The first woman of her people. A war leader.

It was her choice and her destiny to die on that battlefield that day. She knew it was possible...even likely.

However, when she was about to die, he came to her aid, preventing the sword from taking her head. She had never questioned how he had known that she was about to die, but he had and he had prvented it---at a great cost to himself.

She sat, waiting for her father to tell her whether he would live or die. Her father held no answers...but the man on the bed did. Her dark knight wasn't ready to lose to death yet, and he pulled through. It took him time to heal, but in the end, he survived and he healed.

Her King and her dark knight. Both of them good for her land and her people.

Both of them possessing her heart.

And now, years later, curled up in bed between the only two men she would ever love...Guinevere knew she had found what she had always been searching for.

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	scarletumbrella 2005-04-04 07:11 pm UTC (link)
	My first semi-successful attempt at this! :) Title: Brown Eyes Fandom: Alias Characters:Sydney and Vaughn Link Clickety click (Reply to this)

Dreams

christhiane
2005-04-04 07:21 pm UTC (link)

R rated
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I am lying on my side, propped up on my elbow, looking at him lying there. The sheets cover us only from the crotch and down, and his chest with its fine black, hair lies before me. I watch him sleep; his face is serene and lovely. I let my eyes wander over the thick, dark eyebrows and the eyelashes of his closed eyes, that are so beautiful and brown when they're open. My gaze goes over his interesting nose, its appearance changes so when you look at it from different angles, and I can never see enough, search for new and wonderful ones. His full, red lips are slightly parted, and I imagine tracing them with my finger. His face is framed by wonderful, brown curls that are slightly tousled.

My attention wanders down his beautiful throat, which holds his angelic voice. I want to kiss his adam apple and let my tongue taste his skin there and then over the top his collar bones. From them and down, I want to run my fingers over the chest and feel the texture of the hair under my fingers. I wish to find his nipples, pinch them and feel them grow hard between my fingers; put my mouth there, bite gently. I want to hear him moan with pleasure.

My index finger runs down the hair that go down the middle of his stomach. It is so cute how it grows slightly from the left at the top and how it ends on the right side of his navel. I fantasise about dipping my tongue in it, tickle him. I play with the trail that leads down to his manhood; tug the hair ever so slightly, to tease him.

I lie there, caressing him with my look. I do not want to touch him lest I should wake him up and have him break my dreams.

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perpet_fic
2005-04-04 07:31 pm UTC (link)

Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Crossing Jordan
Pairing: Bug/Nigel
Rating: PG

Dis: Not mine.

Author's Notes: I'll be adding to this and posting it on my lj, but this is where I was at 14 minutes, and I couldn't come up with anything in the other minute that wouldn't have led to being way over time.

He’s a scientific mind. He’s always searching for something. The answer to a question, the reason behind an act, the remote control when Nigel coerces him into couch sex during “Voyager”, and it gets knocked around *somewhere* that isn’t the cushions or in the dust-bunny void that is the six inches of space between the couch and the wall.

“Found it!” Nigel holds up the remote like he’s won a prize. “Lodged between the magazines on the rack, the bugger.” He holds the remote out to Bug with a little flourish of his wrist. “My liege.”

He’s a scientific mind, and he’s always searching, but it was never supposed to be for this. He’s a good Indian boy. He grew up and became a doctor. He wasn’t supposed to be gay. Good Indian boys weren’t gay. Good Indian boys married good Indian girls, grew good Indian beards, and had good Indian children who would grow up to be doctors or lawyers or cricket players. He knows Nigel’s watching him, so he takes the remote and tries not to look serious.

“You’ve got your serious look.” Nigel crosses his arm and waits.

“I do not.” Bug puts the remote on the end table by the couch and shakes his head. “You hungry?” Before he can slide around Nigel and get into the kitchen, Nigel has him by the arm. Bug considers fighting, but the last time he did, he still ended up pinned on the floor. He’s quick and in fairly good shape, but Nigel still has height and extra weight, no matter how bony he looks to the casual eye. Bug knows Nigel’s body. It’s not as bony as it looks.

“Buggles.” The nickname is a full sentence, and Bug has to fight not to respond to it. It’s Nigel’s weapon when he wants to soften Bug up.

“It’s nothing.” Bug watches Nigel watch him.

“It’s guilt.” Nigel tips Bug’s head up with his fingers and stares him square in the eyes. “I know your guilty face. What have you done?”

Nothing that will ever make sense to my parents, my family, the majority of the Indian community. Bug doesn’t say any of it. He shakes his arm loose from Nigel’s grip when it loosens and picks up his dropped trajectory towards the kitchen.

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gelfling8604
2005-04-04 08:04 pm UTC (link)

Deja Vu
Full Metal Alchemist
G
Edward and Alphonse dynamics, spoilers, post ep-51. It's actually a G rating because it's very tame, but at the same time it didn't feel boring, despite it's tameness. It's sort of romantic, in a tame way. And also a tiny bit angsty, in a tame way.
583 words

It's not really fair for him to read Al like an old friendly book, especially when he's still learning the language

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	dolevalan 2005-04-04 10:46 pm UTC (link)
	Lost Treasure Fandom: The 10th Kingdom Rating: G Disclaimer: Fanfic, and therefore, not mine. (Reply to this)

	clez_ficlets 2005-04-05 12:31 am UTC (link)
	Title: Ramble On Fandom: ER Character/Pairing: Rabby Rating: G Genre: General Word Count: 882 Time: 13 minutes Summary: The night is moving along, and it seems as though things are looking up. (Reply to this)

tabigarasu
2005-04-05 02:42 am UTC (link)

Susan is lost in her dream. She's running, trying desperately to escape something, she doesn't know what. Her life flashes past her as her feet pound against cold gray tile. Gray tile, gray walls, gray doors that lead to more gray empty rooms.

She rounds a corner, sees a flash of color in the corner of her eye, spins and races through another door, weaving in and out and between arches and walls. The color pursues, patiently teasing out her tortured path. If it could feel emotion, it would be confused. IT has searched her out, found her inthe deepest recesses of space. It has followed, waiting patiently for the appointed time to catch her. It is not time yet, it knows, but it can feel her life slipping away, outside of her dreamworld her heartbeat is fading. This is unexpected, and the colorful thing, the unthinking pursuer, pauses, on the edge of sentience, just enough to be unsure of itself. In that pause between tick and tock her heartbeat steadies, gains strength. The dream slips away, and Susan's destiny retreats into the shadows in her mind, hiding itself from view. It will wait, pursuing her night after night but not catching her, only reminding her that it is there, and that she belongs to it.

Susan feels the thing retreat, thankful that she has escaped it yet again. She returns to herself, and as she begins to see see her surroundings, she lets out an anguished cry.

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Fifteen minutes on the nose. From B5, season 4. My take on what happens when Ivanova is in a coma and Marcus saves her. The colorful thing is either her destiny or her telepathic ability, I'm not sure which.

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	alfvaen 2005-04-05 05:23 am UTC (link)
	Another in my continuing original fic saga of "the death of technology". (Reply to this)

whirligigged
2005-04-05 07:02 pm UTC (link)

Fandom: Harry Potter
Note: Guess the POV.

I can’t find it. I can’t find my book!

There’s only ten minutes before I leave for the summer, and I’ve only just realized I haven’t packed my book. I tear through my trunk to make sure – maybe I only forgot I packed it, because really, it wouldn’t be the first time – but all it accomplishes is to litter my things all over the floor. Where the buggering hell is it?

It’s got everything in it. It’s technically a notebook, a simple Muggle composition sort with what looks like an ink-splattered cover, but to me it’s a book about them. Everything Grams gave me. All of their photographs are in there. The one with them on their wedding day, Mum nearly jumping up and down and Dad grinning like an idiot and waving, and you can see Grams in the background wiping a tear from her eye (even though she says that it was just the pollen). Mum’s necklace that Dad gave her the day I was born is in there, on the third page. I’m not sure if they’re real diamonds or not, but it’s really sparkly and only a little tacky. Apparently Dad didn’t have a lot of style, but Mum loved it anyway. Dad’s spotted handkerchief is in there too – well, most of it. There’s a huge hole in the middle that was worn away as it was used over the years, but you can still see the blue and purple dots of the original design near the border if you look very hard.

The letters Dad sent her when he was away are all in there. Dad, despite all Grams says about him, was nearly as forgetful as I am, from what I can tell from those letters and the ones from Mum that he actually remembered to keep. It’s mostly mushy stuff, but some of it’s pretty cool. Dad talks about the day that they met, how he looked at her and said: “I am going to marry that girl one day.” And one of the letters from Mum was obviously right after that, because she quotes that and tells him that he’s wrong, that he really asked her if she was going to finish that bag of Bernie Bott’s, because otherwise he’d be pleased to take it off her hands. The last three letters ask after me a lot, asking if I’d learned to say “Dad” yet, or I was still crying at night. He tells her that he’s going to teach me how to play Quidditch.

Then there’re the gum wrappers. Those are scattered all over the book. Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum. Mum gives them to me every time I visit. I started keeping them when I was four. After I got the book, I would go home and stick the new wrapper in with Spello-tape. So far I have thirty-two pages full of them. And I have one flattened chocolate frog box from my dad. Grams doesn’t know I keep them.

But now they’re all gone.

Dean was supposed to come back up with the book, but I ran out of time. Heh. ^^;;

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	redatt 2005-04-10 05:21 pm UTC (link)
	Aw, poor Neville[?]! ;o) (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	whirligigged 2005-04-18 01:36 pm UTC (link)
	Right in one! :D (Reply to this) (Parent)

	irishvampire13 2005-04-16 11:54 pm UTC (link)
	Gotta be Neville. That poor boy. The chapter in 'Phoenix' with his parents was so heart-wrenching. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	whirligigged 2005-04-18 01:40 pm UTC (link)
	Yep. I've loved Neville since that chapter, I think. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	noralthioo 2005-07-31 07:22 pm UTC (link)
	So Neville gets the book back? That's good. I loved it. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	sayianchild86 2005-04-05 09:12 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Multitudinous Seas Incarnadine Fandom: Dragon Ball Z Rated: PG Genre: Angst Words: 275 (Reply to this)

	letouche 2005-04-06 01:48 am UTC (link)
	Title: For Want of Comfort Fandom: Original Rating: G Words: 384 Time: Fifteen minutes, give ~~or take~~ a few. (Reply to this)

	TB/X ficlet praiseofshadows 2005-04-06 02:27 am UTC (link)
	Fandom: TB/X Author: praiseofshadows Pairing: Seishirou/Subaru implied Rating: PG Spoilers: All of TB. None of X. Disclaimer: CLAMP owns all. Can You Keep a Secret? (Reply to this)

	chessie_reeves 2005-04-06 11:13 am UTC (link)
	Counter Proposal Rating: PG Original fic (Reply to this)

	liar_xx 2005-04-06 03:01 pm UTC (link)
	Inspiration Fandom: Yugioh Pairing: Kaiba/Pegasus Rating: G (Reply to this)

	paxnirvana 2005-04-06 11:08 pm UTC (link)
	The Search Original. PG-13 for a single bad word. Go here to find it. (Reply to this)

	tarma 2005-04-07 12:15 am UTC (link)
	Dream Desire Author: Haruka tarma Fandom: Sailormoon SS Rated: G (Reply to this)

	Turning Gears taibhrigh 2005-04-08 06:17 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Turning Gears Fandom: The Sentinel Blurb: blair reflects Note: might be a prequel to Lunch Plans, you can decide. crossposted to sentinel_thurs (Reply to this)

	blood_fantasies 2005-04-10 04:50 am UTC (link)
	Twilight Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (new) Characters: Helo, Boomer Word Count: 421 Rating: PG-13 (Reply to this)

	katleaf 2005-04-10 06:35 am UTC (link)
	Title: Untitled Fandom: Original fiction Author: Kat Leaf Notes: Something new I'm working on. This is a bit that should go somewhere in the beginning of the fic. (Reply to this)

it's long.

xxboykillsgirl
2005-04-10 06:23 pm UTC (link)

4th of July, o4. We were all jammed into the car. Lauren and I had vowed to find boyfriends for next year. Patrick has wowed us all with his knowledge of the stars. Even when he was little, he was a boy with his head in the clouds. I wasn’t surprised that he had studied astronomy.
We were driving down the main drag, and Con kept insisting that we’d find the place soon. Insisting, because if he didn’t we’d all just give up and go home. Driving by one raucous house, we could all swear we heard Roseanne’s laugh. But when we yelled her name out into the night, no one answered.
While everyone else kept searching, I let my mind wander. The boys and Courtney were fresh out of college. In two years, Caitie would be out of high school. We were just starting the college hunt, and she was already getting letters from colleges. They were begging her to come and play for them. It wasn’t a shock.
Caitie is the social butterfly soccer queen. Devon is a miracle, in every way possible, especially her athletics. Dori is a princess. Patrick is an amazing artist. Nathan can play guitar and has more scene cred than the rest of us put together. Con is the typical oldest grandson and excels at everything. Bridget, the first to settle down, is finding her place among the true adults.
They are all beautiful.
I’m the youngest of us all. One of nine. I don’t play sports, they’re too competitive. I can’t play any instruments, and the best thing I can draw is a stick figure.

So where do I fit?

I love them, honestly I do. That feeling won’t ever go away. But I can’t help feeling that sometimes I’m an extra puzzle piece. I’m not breathtaking like them. So for the past 4 years I’ve been looking. Trying to find myself. Trying to figure out where they end and I begin.
I’ve transferred schools. And I’m going to Europe in a few months. But I cant help thinking of that backseat, last year. And after all the searching, I think I’ve figured it out, at least a little.
That’s where I fit. In the backseat, squished between my cousin and my best friend. All of us looking together.

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First Try :)

imsupergirl
2005-04-11 12:06 am UTC (link)

Fandom: Master and Commander-esque
Rating: G

The fog and darkness seemed to settle around everything like a thick wet blanket. The lantern on the Hispanola's prow cut a path through the fog for the great ship to pass through. The night crew wore oilskin jackets to try and keep the moisture from chilling them in the night air.

Captain Hughes didn't mind it as much, his mind was on other things. The fog was like a wall, blocking every light that could be out there. Standing on the starboard side, his eyes kept scanning up and down this wall for any sign of Sea Gull Rock Lighthouse. Night's like these could drive a ship into the reefs without any warning. The Captain had sentries posted almost at every point along the edge of the ship. The more eyes on the alert, the better their chances of getting out of this fog alive. Those eyes were starting to get heavy though. Captain Hughes could see one crewman starting to nod off at his post.

The First Mate, Red, appeared behind the Captain. "They're starting to get sleepy all over, Cap'n," he reported. "Should I call another watch from below deck?" Hughes shook his head. "You take my post, Jim. I'll walk around and keep them awake." Jim nodded and took watch while the Captain began to walk around the deck of the ship. He stopped by the crewman who was nodding off and shook him by the shoulder gently. The man blinked fast and tried to look like he hadn't been asleep. "Sorry, sir," he apologized. "I'll be more careful."

"Keep your wits about you," Hughes admonished. "or we're liable to break on the rocks before the night is up." The crewman nodded and resumed his post with a more alert gaze. The Captain continued around the deck, shaking this person and talking with others. When he got back around to where he'd begun, Jim's eyes were drooping as well.

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	gaijin_chan 2005-04-11 05:06 pm UTC (link)
	For the challenge: Searching (Reply to this)

	bashipforever 2005-04-12 02:28 am UTC (link)
	Nice prompt Mine is here Blind Theory Fandom: Btvs/Ats Summary: B/A Post NFA angst (Reply to this)

	Enlightenment redwolfoz 2005-04-17 11:36 am UTC (link)
	( Enlightenment ) — original (Reply to this)

	west46th 2005-04-17 01:36 pm UTC (link)
	Fandom: Veronica Mars Pairing: Veronica angst, Veronica/Logan Spoilers: Up through Weapons of Class Destruction Rating: For general audiences. Ficlet (Reply to this)

	khamael 2005-04-21 01:25 pm UTC (link)
	Fandom: Harry Potter Characters: Snape, James Notes: Post-Hogwarts, gen, obvious AU. Just before Potter opened the door, Severus reflected upon how much he was going to enjoy this. He couldn't have been more wrong. (Reply to this)

zilly14
2005-05-15 02:06 am UTC (link)

Note: My first House fic ever. I hope it does the show justice!

Title: Soap Opera
Fandom: House, MD
Rating: PG
Word count: 100

Dr. Wilson entered his colleague’s office, noticing House was searching for something.

“I can’t find the remote... did you take it?”

“Now why would I do that?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“To make my life even more complicated,” he replied as he popped a few Vicodins. “You just want to see me limp over to turn the damn thing on.”

“Aren’t there more important things than soap operas... say, for instance, your patient?”

House laughed. “Life is a soap opera, Wilson. I need a break from it once in a while. And Susan Lucci’s cleavage has a calming effect.”

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