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This is a challenge where you answer a prompt with a fic consisting of only three sentences. It's open to all fandoms and you can post and answer as many prompts as you like. Only one prompt per comment please.
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fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence.
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on 2010-01-05 11:45 pm (UTC)In fact, Nothing is the only thing that does last, and Never doesn't end.
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on 2010-01-06 08:26 pm (UTC)Susan swallows, and doesn't think about her siblings who were full of idealism--where has that idealism led them now?; "The only thing you can do is accept who you are and live for the place you are in," she agrees quietly with more than a little bitterness.
Morgana leans into her side slowly, still staring into the depths of the fire, and she says, "You have to be practical," and her voice cracks ever-so-slightly on the last word; Susan closes her eyes and wonders why practicality always seems to lead to loneliness.
(Er. Not sure if this something like what you wanted, hope it is! These two are similar in many ways, and fascinating to write. :D)
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on 2010-01-05 04:32 am (UTC)Susan smirked back, giving Morgana's hand a squeeze back, as she replied with "Nothing at all."
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on 2010-01-17 03:33 am (UTC)She never sheds a tear; she's a warrior and warriors don't cry.
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on 2010-01-05 02:13 am (UTC)1a: Watson
on 2010-01-06 08:34 am (UTC)"Just... stretching a bit," he says, and he pats her hand fondly to set her mind at ease, even if his own is, at present, approximately two hundred fifteen miles away.
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on 2010-01-05 02:16 am (UTC)(Oh my god, you guys, I've written 100 ficlets over here. I'm torn between doing a victory dance and bemoaning the fact that I apparently have no other life. :D)
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on 2010-01-11 03:09 pm (UTC)"Well, Jane, because I always know that God will take care of me whenever I return to him so I am never afraid of that journey coming... fear would be disrespectful to my god... a sign of distrust, you can be the same way too Jane, strong in your convictions; just know that God is always watching over you and you can face down the entire world if you have to."
As Jane's friend drifted off to sleep the young girl thought about Helen's words, all she had to do was trust in God and nothing could make her afraid ever again, not the girls that ridiculed her or the adults that punished her... maybe she would be okay if she could just trust.
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on 2010-01-05 05:34 am (UTC)the comma-heavy and plot-deficient bat-fic
on 2010-01-09 12:30 am (UTC)As she crawls through the tunnel to the cave with millions of bats (okay, it's probably only several hundred, but whatever, it's a whole bunch) she thinks of something she once told the Doctor - that she thought the teachers lived in the school - and how it turned out that they actually did and they were bat-people intent on taking over the universe.
Thanks to her, school's out for summer and the Doctor's out of her reach forever.
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on 2010-01-14 10:37 am (UTC)Then in the heat of battle he cries, "O sun, stand still over Gibeon; O moon, over the Valley of Aijalon!" and, for all his faith, he is as shaken as the Amorites when his wish is granted.
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on 2010-01-14 10:45 am (UTC)"Yeah, well, I've got electrocuted babies," Huxley retorts. And when Orwell makes a noncommittal noise, he repeats, "Electrocuted babies."
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on 2010-01-05 04:20 pm (UTC)OFC in Chennai, India
on 2010-01-08 03:29 pm (UTC)She kills her first werewolf when she is fifteen, and throws up over the body; her father holds her hair back and tells her gently My good girl, chellam*, you did well; by eighteen she has hit her full height, taller than her second-oldest brother, Mani (something which he scowls about anytime any of them remind him of it), and she's so fast with a knife that almost nothing can ever see her coming.
She still wears saris and wakes up early to offer prayers, she still learns how to make a perfect dosai**, but she only does those things because she wants to; she is a woman, strong and proud like her father and brothers taught her, and the only one who can dictate the direction of her life is her.
* a Tamil endearment
** Indian dish (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dosa)
(ilu for giving a prompt that let me write about Chennai. :D)
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on 2010-01-05 04:21 pm (UTC)Texts
on 2010-01-18 01:09 pm (UTC)MESSAGE RECEIVED: Kuya, tapos na…the manananggal was no match against Ralph; I still can’t believe how brilliant that guy can fight, just armed with a buntot pagi (even Father Andrew looked seriously impressed)—Ralph tore into the mananaggal’s upper half in no time, and I’m proud to brag that Karen and I helped him rip it to shreds (though I really think we should work more with the guns and less with the itaks next time—we are not our lolos anymore, you know?) and then we salted and garlicked the lower half and burned the thing… Father Andrew said all the incantations, and as usual, he also prayed for everyone else currently on hunt...speaking of which, what’s up with you guys?
REPLY: Tol, we’re dealing with another crazy kapre, is all—I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get it’s damn smell off my clothes—and Alex has been asking around town and we think it’s befriended a tikbalang and that they’re getting a kick out of messing with the townspeople’s heads —seriously, I can’t wait to get back to the ghost hunts after we’re done with all these freaky elementals…oh yeah, did Dad text you about the dead nuns acting up in that school?
MESSAGE RECEIVED: Yeah, I did—it’s your usual centuries-old Spanish-era school…but then we heard that there’s an aswang skulking around next town, so Ralph and his little brother are the ones going after the nuns (Dad and Father Andrew think it sounds like a good first hunt for the kid) and Karen and me are joining up with her sister because they’ve both been longing for an aswang hunt —maybe you and Alex can join us later, if you aren’t sick of elementals yet…hey, you two stay safe over there, all right?
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Kuya- older brother
Tapos na- it’s over
Tol- affectionate slang term for ‘sibling’
Lolo- grandfather
Itak- machete-like weapon, sometimes used in Filipino martial arts
Buntot pagi- stingray’s tail used as a whip
Elementals:
Manananggal- winged monster that can separate into two halves
Aswang- generic term that can refer to ghouls or vampires
Kapre- tobacco smoking giant, is a prankster
Tikbalang- humanoid creature with a horse’s head, likes getting people lost in the woods
*Trust me, if Hunters existed in the Philippines, they’d get word around via text messages ; )
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on 2010-01-06 06:07 am (UTC)When the spirit arrives, shaking the ground with it voice, Midori thinks it's an earthquake, one mild enough to ignore, so she does. Later, when the voice resolves into sensible language, she hears the spirit out: shito and tenshi and in need of her help. Midori thanks the spirit for its interest in her and asks it to leave: if there are angels, there must also be their opponents, and on the whole Midori would prefer to be Asuka.
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