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Post by Trevrizent on Mar 26, 2015 23:39:45 GMT
Taken from Applemint's Writing Prompt Challenge from the MagiStream ForumsDirections:Each person creates a prompt for the person who posted above them. The prompt can be anything and so can the result (story, song, poem, flashfiction, etc). Example: Dora the Explorer: Me first! Bob the Builder: here's a prompt "where's the triangle?" Dora the Explorer: writes "A triangle is blue, or maybe it's red/ I've been looking too hard, now I'm dead" she then posts a prompt for Bob, "a boy who can fly through walls" Bob the builder: writes about that and gives a prompt... On and on it goes. Anyone can jump in at any time. If you are jumping in, simply go ahead and post a prompt to start. The person above you must then make the reply. EXAMPLE: Bob the builder: writes about that and gives a prompt... Spongebob: I'm jumping in! Bob, write about this "Someone living under the sea!" Bob the Builder: writes about living under the sea "write about a walrus" Invader Zim: write about this: "a little green alien invading earth" and so on and so on Got it? Yay! Rules:1. You must complete your given prompt before you can post again. If you can't think of anything, you may post again after three days. 2. Any genre and length is allowed. 3. You may request certain things in your prompt, but the prompter does not have to comply. 4. No inappropriate prompts!
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Post by dawny on Mar 26, 2015 23:56:28 GMT
I'm going first yay
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Post by Trevrizent on Mar 27, 2015 0:03:09 GMT
Prompt for you: "Nothing is ever as it seems, and Ellis knew this best of all."
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Post by Star on Mar 27, 2015 0:04:41 GMT
Prompt for Nii: They never got along and then he caused an accident that broke Milan's arm.
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Post by Trevrizent on Mar 27, 2015 0:08:34 GMT
“Stop your crying! This is fun, isn’t it?” The boy under my feet struggled and whimpered. “No! No it’s not! Let me go, Damien!” “Yah, Damien…” I looked up, incredulous, at the person who just dared to agree with the little twerp. He was supposed to be my best accomplice, Milan. But now he was looking at me with bugged out eyes, and he was swaying nervously and biting his lip too. “Damien maybe we should stop.” Ugh, what an absolute tool. “Don’t you start, Milan,” I spat, rubbing my sweaty forehead with the back of my hand. “Or I’ll tie you right up with him!” Conner. That was the dumb kid’s name. He always was a retard. He never talked much. He never played sports or read books or played games or talked to people. He would just sit in the back of the class and stare out the window or at his desk. Once, he built a tower out of erasers on his desktop when he should have been doing the assignment, but other than that, he literally did nothing. And he was just so dumb. He talked funny and didn’t listen to people. And he would stare at people all creepy like. When he wasn’t watching people or the window, he would stare at his feet. He never knew how to pick up the things when he walked, so he was constantly wearing holes in his shoes from all his shuffling. Apparently his parents died. I would have killed myself too if my kid was this dumb. I actually feel bad for the foster parents that have to deal with him all the time. But now I was going to teach him a lesson. Maybe now he would stop giving me those creepy looks and bumping into me all the time and mumbling when he talked. I was going to put the fear of God into this little punk. “Why won’t you let me go?” Connor whimpered. “Cause you’re dumb, and you need to be taught a lesson,” I growled, tugging on the rope tighter. “This is dangerous!” he wailed. “Shut up!” I snapped. I stood up and admired my handiwork. “It’s just like a western movie. So it’s fun.” “You tied me to a railroad track that has real trains running it!” Connor shrieked, writhing around. “This isn’t a game!” I laughed. What an idiot. Of course this wasn’t a game. This was a lesson. What a retard. “Look, we’re going to leave you here now,” I said, sounding all big and serious. Had to put on a good show to make him scared. “And uh, if there’s a train coming, just give us a holler. Maybe we’ll hear you.” I grabbed Milan’s arm and dragged him off the train tracks with me towards the bushes, while Connor started wailing and screaming again. Soon as we were out of sight, I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it. “Oh my god, did you SEE his face?” I laughed till my side hurt. Milan did not share in my laughter. He was still fidgeting and looking back the way we had come. “Uh… um… we are going back for him, right?” “Of course,” I said with a scoff. “Are you retarded too? We’re not going to kill him or anything. Just scare him.” I sat down on the ground. “We’ll give him fifteen minutes. Here, I got my watch on.” I brushed some dirt off it and looked at it. “After fifteen minutes, there should be a train coming, so he’ll hear it, and he’ll like, probably pee himself. And then we’ll cut him loose.” Milan did not seem so sure. He refused to sit down at all, pacing back and forth with those wide eyes of his always focused back at the tracks. Sometimes he would stop and listen really hard. Five minutes had ticked by. He suddenly froze. I had been ready to doze off with the summer heat when I noticed this. “What?” I muttered. “I hear a train,” he said lowly. “That’s impossible,” I said. “Train isn’t due for another ten minutes.” He spun around, something of anger and fear in his eyes as he glared at me. “I hear a train, alright!” “You’re just paranoid,” I muttered. I saw his jaw working. Then he walked up to me and pulled me up to my feet by my shirt collar. “What the-“ He shoved his hand in my pants pocket and pulled my knife out. Dropping me, he ran for the tracks. “Hey wait a minute!” I ran after him. He really needed to stop being so on edge all the time. I broke through the bushes to the train tracks. Milan was standing in the middle, frozen. At his feet were a mess of ropes. But there was no Connor. “Where did he go?” I asked aloud. “I don’t know,” Milan replied. “There’s no way he could have gotten out of your knots.” It was then I heard it. The train. I hadn’t noticed before because I forgot that they don’t blow the horns unless they’re at crossways. I spun around and looked at the bend where the train would be coming. The rumbling was getting louder and louder. “Milan, get off the tracks,” I said, going back to get off myself. But when I turned, I was face to face with Connor. I had never seen his eyes before, since he always avoided eye contact and his hair often got in the way. But now we were nose to nose, and his eyes were the coldest, cruelest color I had ever seen. “Connor!” Milan grabbed him and pushed him back. “How the hell… where did you…” I moved to step off the tracks, but Connor held out his hand to me in a halt gesture. “No.” I raised one eyebrow, confused. “What?” Connor suddenly turned and grabbed the knife from Milan. Milan reached over to take it back, and Connor spun him around, planted his foot to Milan’s back, and pulled back in one jerking motion on Milan’s arm. Milan screamed and crumpled. Now with the knife, Connor held it out at me. I put my hands up, as if the knife he wielded was a gun. The rumbling was getting louder. “C-Connor… let me off!” “No more games, Damien,” he said softly, those horrible eyes staring right into my soul. “No… more… games…” There was a sound of thunder in my ears, the feeling of a rush against my body. The weight of the world slammed into me. And then it was gone.
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Prompt for Star: We're painting the roses red!
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Post by Star on Mar 27, 2015 0:09:36 GMT
Aooookay this is the first time I've tried this type of story. Here goes.
Edna and Julie ran screaming past her window. Sandy dropped her head down onto her book, squeezing her eyes shut. Why were seven-year-olds always screaming? Sandy couldn’t wait to go home and get away from the twins. Her cousins were disconcerting and they annoyed her. After staring out the window for nearly half an hour, lost in her own thoughts unable to focus back on the book, Sandy sighed and stood up. She decided she’d go outside, maybe take the car and drive into town to meet her mom. Grabbing her purse she headed outside. As she walked down the path to the car she heard another scream from one of the girls. Huffing to herself she headed that way, making up her mind to tell them to go inside and be quiet. It’d be dark soon. Why was Aunt Loral letting them stay out so late anyway? As she rounded the house there was another shout and she heard it clearer this time. It made her blood run cold. It didn’t sound like a scream of laughter. It didn’t sound right at all. Was one of them hurt? “Are you okay!” Sandy yelled, running towards the source, a little hill. “What are you doing here?” Julie ran from behind it to confront her. “Are you okay?” Sand knelt down, inspecting her. “Where’s your sister?” “She’s over there.” Edna pointed back at the hill. “What happened?” Sandy stood up and walked forward, but Julie moved to block her. “Why?” “I heard you yell?” Sandy’s eyebrows drew together as she looked down at her cousin. “Were you yelling?” “Yes. We were playing.” Julie pouted. “Okay, well why don’t you and Edna go inside now?” Sandy suggested. “No, we want to keep playing.” Julie said. “Uhh, I think you should go inside.” Sand started forward. “Edna, can you come inside now please?” Edna emerged from around the little hill and Sandy froze for a second time. Her hand were covered in red. “Edna, are you okay!” She raced over. “Yeah.” The girl smiled at her. “Where did this come from?” Sandy bent down, taking one of her hands and turning it over. “We were painting roses!” Edna held up a rose in her other hand, the whole thing completely drenched in red. “Oh, paining?” “Yeah.” Edna pointed back over towards the hill. “We have paint and roses.” Sandy moved so she could see a plastic table covered in rose clippings and red paint. “Let’s clean this up then, and get you guys inside.” “No, you can’t mess with our painting!” Julie pouted. Sandy was starting to lose patience. “You can come back later, let’s just put it away for now.” She made her way over the table and started scooping up the rose clippings into a pile. When she was done she shook her hand, the goopy paint was gross. That wasn’t a good idea though because drops went flying. One landed on her forehead and she whipped it off with the heel of her hand, trying to ignore how disgusting it smelled. “Let’s go.” She turned towards where the twins were starting, glaring at her. “We want to paint more!” “Well, it’s time to go inside.” Yeesh. She made shooing motions with her hand as she headed towards the girls. Watching then instead of the ground she stepped on something squishy and almost tripped. Regaining her balance she looked down to see what it was and jumped back in disgust; a dead bird! Macabre curiosity pulled her eyes back to it and she took another step back when her mind recognized what she was seeing. It had no head, it had been chopped neatly off. And not by an animal. Sandy’s eyes flashed back to the table and to where the twins were still glaring. A horror settled around her. She’d been right. She didn’t want to think about it, but there was no way around it. Edna smiled. “Let’s keep paining.” She glanced at Julie beside her. “Okay.” The other girls face broke into a similar expression.
~~~~ Another prompt for Nii: The lights shone brighter than even before.
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Post by dawny on Mar 27, 2015 0:09:43 GMT
In his dream, Ellis could hear a simple, sweat melody. He woke as a harmony joined it, floating into his room. He sat up out of bed and tip-toed into the hallway. If he leaned far enough over the bannister there, the piano in the living room below was visible. He could see his little sister sitting at the piano. Her feet didn’t touch the ground. In the golden sunlight, her hair was shining like onyx. His older brother was sitting next to her, playing the harmony to her melody. Ellis could imagine their expressions. Her smile would so brilliant you could nearly feel heat from it when she glanced up their brother, Dema. Her eyes would shine so bright with excitement and joy. Dema would be grinning, glowing with pride. She’d just started her lessons a few weeks ago, and she’d already improved so much. Ellis saw Dema miss a beat and stop, apologizing. Mei leaned into him, telling him not to mind, her laugh like tinkling bells. Dema messed her hair up, saying that she was already better than he was, she’d probably pass Ellis pretty soon and Mei shook her head, flipping her braid back and forth. “No one’s ever going to be as good as Ellis. He practices too much!” she laughed and Dema laughed with her. Ellis squeezed his eyes shut. He saw them at the park. Dema was flat on his back in the grass, arms crossed behind his head, baseball cap pulled over his eyes. Mei lay on her stomach next to him, reading a picture book, idly picking grass and throwing it on Dema’s stomach. He would brush it off every so often onto her book, and she would laugh and tell him off and throw even more glass on him until he told her that they were going to run out of grass in the park if she kept pulling it up. “Ellis?” It was his aunt’s voice. She was calling up the stairs. He drew away from the balcony, back towards his room. “I’m going to the store, I’ll be back in a few minutes,” she said. He waited until he heard the car drive away and then walked slowly down the stair case, clutching the railing. He didn’t turn to look at the dusty piano as he passed it. He wouldn’t have been able to see it anyways. He hadn’t seen anything since the crash. He never would. They told him everything looked just the same. But it didn’t seem the same, not without them. Nothing seemed the same. It never would.
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Prompt for Star: Riatlzo and Thane ha
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Post by Trevrizent on Mar 27, 2015 0:10:44 GMT
We’ve escaped, we’ve escaped. Had to run, had to fly. There was a place, a scary place, where good children went to die. But it’s gone now. It’s all gone now. So I open my eyes.
The lights had never shone so bright before! The lights were shining brighter than before! There were flames, there was fire And in the depths of my desire I could smile as it burned Because this was a new world now
They never knew, never knew. Had to speak, had to say! There was a place, a scary place, that children could not pray away We want a voice now. Want a voice now. So I open my eyes!
The lights had never shone so bright before! The lights were shining brighter than before! There were eyes all around, watching us And we set off the bombs and let them find us I could smile as the world burned Because this was a new world
Now she knows, now he knows. It’s the end, it’s the finale We are finally free, we are free, and the time has come for us To say goodbye, say goodbye now So I close my eyes
The lights had never shone so dim before The lights were fading dimmer than before We had our voice, we made our choice And in this last beat before the fall I could smile as the world was born Because all was right with the world now Because this was a new world now
____ prompt for Dawny: Two characters are on an elevator with glass walls, looking out over the city. Neither are supposed to be there, so what has drawn them together in this moment?
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Post by Cel-Chan on Mar 27, 2015 0:15:09 GMT
Prompt for Nii: "My Life was a Lie"
(Yeah it's basic I know... I just have writer's block ;-; )
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Post by Trevrizent on Mar 27, 2015 0:19:50 GMT
He could hardly believe his eyes. Up until this moment, this heartbeat in time, he had thought the world was built on business, education, success, money, power, greed. Had he not struggled day in and day out to make ends meet at three dead end jobs? To get the best grades at his crap-hole of a high school? To keep his mother fed and cared for even though she blew their savings on booze and clubs? Had he not done it all? What every person was supposed to do? It was a waste. He saw that now. He saw everything now. Society had fashioned for them a world where things ran against the laws of nature. Where competition gave way to luxury. Where conquest gave way to spoils. But nature had sent a grim reminder to earth in this macabre fashion. It was telling them again that the world was not fashioned to their principles, but to the very first fundamental laid down by the beasts of the earth since the day of Earth’s creation. It was that survival is for the fittest, and this place truly is a dog eat dog world. “Gin, what are you doing?” His name sounded strange to him now, and he was loathe to acknowledge the question. He continued to stare out the window, stare at the parking lot five stories below. “Everything’s been a lie, Kiyomi.” He felt a hand on his arm, but he pulled away. Kiyomi probably wouldn’t understand even if he tried to tell her. “Gin, talk to me,” she said softly. But he would not talk to her. He would not look at her. He rested his hands on the window ledge, the wind blowing cold through his hair. “It’s all right now, Kiyomi,” he said quietly. My suffering is over… “Gin! What are you doing?” He stiffened slightly at her raised voice. “It doesn’t matter, Kiyomi. Nothing matters any more. I can finally be done with this stupid world and all the lies it’s been force feeding me. I don’t have to suffer any more.” “Gin! Wait-!” He gripped the ledge and threw himself forward. It was a long way down, but at least it would be over quickly. That’s what he always wanted most. A fast, easy escape from the stress, the pressure, the pain, the misery of it all. The misery of this world and the misery of it’s lies. The lies that the world was built on business, education, success, money, power, greed. It was built on survival of the fittest. A dog eat dog world. It did not need him anymore. The world proved that more than ever now. For when his body hit the ground, the zombies began to feed.
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For Cel: The Bubblegum Princess is having a really bad day.
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Post by Cel-Chan on Mar 27, 2015 0:32:15 GMT
"It's all just a bad day..." Her voice said in just a mere whisper. Everything had happened within seconds. Reasons were unknown why. She just remembered a shady figure charge at her with a blade. She valiantly fought back for her life. But what happened? Why did everything feel so alien all of a sudden? Her head was pounding violently, her chest felt like it was on fire, her eyes were wide, almost bloodshot as she tried to see the scene that was before her. But her vision was blurry, that even the biggest details were nothing but a blob of colors. She felt like she was weightless as she stumbled around the place with her distorted vision. She felt something fell from her hands and dropped onto the ground with a metallic clang that echoed within the dome room she found herself in. The Bubblegum Princess felt something hit her foot, and she fell forwards onto something cold. Armor? It felt like it. With a groan, she pushed herself up and blinked rapidly a few times before she saw what she fell on. It was a man she knew, face down on the floor and resting in a pool of darkened crimson. He was clad in armor and a black torn cape, and his hair was nicely combed back. Yet in his loose grip was a sword, with the top of the blade missing. It was cleanly cut off by something much sharper than the weapon he used to fight whatever. Searching around for whatever it might have been he was fighting. She placed a hand on her head, feeling warm blood seep out from her side. With a gasp of alarm, she pulled her hand back to see the red liquid drip to the floor to join the larger pool of crimson. It seemed that her eyes were about to shoot out of her sockets from horror. Her gaze turned to the metal clang she had heard beside her not too long ago. It was another sword, with the tip dotted red and a bit of the blade chipped off. She reached down to grab it, only to recoil in pain from her chest. The Bubblegum Princess had just missed it... there was a bloodstain on her pretty white dress, her gaze returned to the sword next to her, to see the other part of the broken sword that man was wielding. It was soaked in blood. Her blood. A small smile curled on her lips, as she felt her vision began to get blurry once again. Her body just seemed to just flop onto the ground like a heavy curtain falling down. Everything began to shut down within her, and everything was beginning to fade to the terrifying darkness that consumed everyone she once knew as well. But before she surrendered to the darkness, she said in her usually cheery little voice, "It's just a really bad day... Everything is going to go away once I wake up..."
---- Prompt for Nii: You're lost somewhere. Where you don't know. Or do you know? And if you do know, what brings you here?
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Post by Trevrizent on Mar 27, 2015 0:35:20 GMT
He could recall with perfect clarity the way that thing smiled as it bit both his legs off. He could remember in cringe worthy detail how easy it was. The flesh parted, the bone shuddered and broke, and just like that, he was without two of his limbs. The arms suffered much the same. As those things fought over him in that manner animals often do, the one had tried for his head. He had put his arms up to defend himself, and sacrificed both in doing so. The arms had not gone so easy. The thing twisted them in its mouth and pulled away, tearing the arms from their sockets, leaving a long string of bloody tendon behind, before that too snapped off and followed the rest of the arm down the creature’s throat. Oh yes, he could remember it all. But he could not recall what happened after. He had blacked out, or so he supposed. The pain had been unlike anything he had endured before. And he had endured so much. But now he was lying under a ceiling he did not know, the feel of soft fabric under his hands, of a like he had never touched. The sound of barking and bird song and leaves rustling filtered in through a window near his head. It had been thrown open, and cool breezes filled the warm room while sunlight streamed in. Hands! He brought his arms up and saw… saw that he had arms, hands! He shot upright, sitting in the bed with alarm in his eyes as he threw off the covers. Legs! Feet! Only, they were not his. They were grey. They were made of metal. But how? Impossible! How was he moving them? He turned the foreign arm around and around, looking at it from what angles he could. He wiggled his fingers and froze at the sight. He wiggled his toes. He bent his ankles. He flicked his wrists. He followed the line of the arm all the way to his shoulder where the metal met hideously knotted scar tissue. What… was he? He wrapped his arms around himself and dug his fingers into his flesh, feeling a new kind of pain blossom across his shoulders as he began peeling the tender, raw skin away from the metal. What are these? Get them off me! He felt his eyes burn from the pain as tears threatened to spill down his face. He grit his teeth and kept tearing, tearing, until he could feel the blood siding down his bare back and sides. He did not hear the footsteps, but when the door suddenly opened, he froze, slowly looking up at who entered the room. It was a young girl. Very young. She looked at him with wide gray eyes. She carried a tray laid out with food, but when she saw the blood, his face, she dropped it. It clattered to the ground, the contents spilling. But she obviously did not care. She rushed to him and grabbed his hands, pulling them away. “Stop it!” she shouted. He let go and grabbed her by the shoulders with blood stained hands. “What have you done to me!?” He pulled his hands away suddenly, horrified. He looked from them to her, then back and forth again. “What have you done to me…?” The girl held her hands in front of her, as if expecting him to attack her, still looking scared and trapped from when he had grabbed her. She let out a small breath. “Some soldiers found you. You were in really rough shape. So I fixed your arms and legs for you.” His brow furrowed. “Soldiers… but this… I’ve never seen this before… this is impossible!” Then again, he fought monsters. While it did not mean anything was possible, it sure raised the probability of this being real. It had been speculated long enough, but as far as he was aware, the technology did not exist. “Oh, you’ve never seen prosthetics before?” she asked. But his attention was drawn by a sound outside. It sounded like a very strange rumble, but unlike anything he had heard before. He looked out the window to see an odd looking, horseless carriage pull up the drive to a front porch. “Wh-where am I?” he asked, his eyes widening at the bizarre sight. “What is that?” “That’s a car, silly,” she said. “You must be from really, really far away to not know that.” “Where am I?” he snapped, rounding on the girl. “Where’s the wall?” She took a step back. “Wall? There’s no walls here.” He froze. “No walls?” “The countries are too big to have walls.” He was struck dumb. No walls… All he had ever known were walls. Walls around the cities, the districts, the towns, the fortresses. They protected. They held them safe. They held everyone prisoner, as a grim reminder, that beyond them, he and his people were fodder for those monsters. He had never known a world without walls. He slid out of the bed and stood on the floor, ignoring the terrible trembling all over, as he had not accommodated to these fake legs. But he still took staggering steps out of the room, through the house, searching for a door. The girl protested, but he did not hear her. Not really. He pushed open a door and was struck by the sun light, the blue of the sky, the green of the trees. All around him were hills and valleys. Trees broke up the landscape, reaching up with green fingers to touch the lazy, fluffy clouds that flew across the sky. He took two steps and dropped to his knees, staring up at the sky, staring out to the horizon. That endless, beautiful horizon devoid of walls. To this unbroken world devoid of monsters. Devoid of walls. He slowly raised his hands to his face, the blood from his half-mad clawings drying in between the grooves. He clenched his fingers to fists and dropped his hands back to his sides. “Are you okay?” came the girl’s voice from the doorway behind him. “Yes…” he said softly. It was as if a weight had left him, stealing his very breath away. Something warm and bright filled him, and he felt a single tear slide down his face. I’m free.
(this is more a personal story of some OCs in fandom world-crossing madness in my head somewhere... yah... um... yah)
Prompt for Cel: write about a space opera, like an actual opera thing going on in space. make it fancy!
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Post by dawny on Mar 27, 2015 0:37:02 GMT
The young man in a dark suit leaned against the wall of the elevator, facing the doors. He ignored the fantastic view of the city that the glass wall afforded. His head was bent, eyes fixed on the phone screen in his hands. The elevator slid to a stop with a ding at the lobby entrance, but he didn’t move. The doors slid open and a child ran in. He might have been twelve or thirteen, with golden blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. His face was screwed up with worry, but otherwise he might have been quite a handsome child. He relaxed only when the doors slid shut and the elevator began its journey back up. The two passengers ignored each other, the boy looking out at the city and the young man, still with his head bent, dark hair falling in front of his face. They were passing the fifth floor when the young man took a shuddering gasp and pitched forward towards the floor. The boy cried out in shock and jumped forward to catch him. He eased the man to the floor and helped him lean against the elevator wall. The glass elevator wall showed only too clearly the smears of blood where the young man had been leaning. “Hey Mister, what happened? Are you okay?” The young man tipped his head back to meet the young boy’s gaze. He raised one hand to cup the boy’s face, leaving a smear of dark red. “I’m sorry, my lord. I failed.” The elevator came to a stop with a low ding. “Go,” the young man urged as the doors slid open. “We’re close enough now. You can make it.” “I can’t leave you. I’ll get help,” the boy said. “No! If you call now, they’ll find you!” “And if I don’t, you’ll die!” “I’ll die anyways,” the young man said with a cough. The boy’s eyes filled with tears. He grabbed the young man’s hand and squeezed it tight. “Lay down your shield. Your watch is done. Go now to rest,” he whispered. He leaned forward to kiss the young man’s forehead and then stood. The young man raised his hand in a salute. The boy returned the salute as a tear dripped down his cheek. Then he turned and the young man watched as he sprinted into the darkened parking garage until he was swallowed by the gloom. The doors of the glass elevator slid closed.
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Prompt for Nii: Nik and his robots!
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Post by Trevrizent on Mar 27, 2015 0:40:16 GMT
Nikolai turned the screwdriver once, twice, did he dare thrice? He dared. It seemed enough. The little screw was firmly set in place. He breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled back from the magnifying glass and pushed the arm of it away as he rubbed his strained eyes. At this rate, he would probably need glasses. But first, he had to make a test. “Run, little guy, run,” he willed into the small object on the table as he pushed a button. There was a click, a whir, and a steady thrum hummed from within the object. Four appendages slipped out of holes in its sides and placed pressure against the table. The little thing stood up and began walking. “Yes!” Nikolai cheered, but it wasn’t over yet. There were still some modifications he wanted to make to its structure. And then there were some simple customizations he wanted to add to make it look cool. He heard the door creak open. A little startled, having been absorbed in his creation, he spun around in his chair to face the door. It was definitely farther open than he had last left it, but no one was there. “Um… hello?” he called out. There was no answer. “Okay then…” he muttered, turning back around in his seat, just as there came a thump from his desk. His gaze met that of a cat’s. It was looking at him with that all-knowing cat look, then promptly looked at the robot inching across the desk. It raised one paw, and it sent the robot flying with one swipe. “Petrovna, no!” Nikolai shouted, diving out of his chair to catch the robot. He belly flopped on the hard wood, his outstretched hand catching the robot before it made contact with the ground. Groaning, he brought his free hand to his chest. “Ow… that hurt…” A big ball of fluff darted across the floor and brushed up against his arm. When he looked up, the robot was gone from his hand. “Petrovna…” he growled lowly, as he sat up on the floor, looking this way and that. Where had that darn cat gone to now? There she was! Perched on his bookshelf, she held the wriggling robot in her mouth. She lay down, her fluffy white tail hanging off the shelf as she put the robot between her paws and started to nibble on it. “No! Stop!” Nikolai jumped up and lunged at the bookshelf. The cat immediately sprang up with the bot and shot off the shelf, kicking one of the loose books. It hit Nikolai right in his sore chest. He winced, but then spun around and grabbed at the cat. She dodged under his arm and galloped across his desk, sending his lamp and glass crashing to the floor. “Ahh! No!” he cried in horror as the lamp shattered. That’s the expensive one from the Tsar collection… I’m so dead! The cat jumped onto his other desk and rolled around in the papers, clawing at the robot in her hands. Papers scattered everywhere from the movement as they were shoved off the table. Enraged, Nikolai went to the desk and grabbed Petrovna before she could get away. “You stupid, useless piece of dirt!” he snarled. The cat’s eyes went huge, and it looked up at him with those big, mournful eyes as it hung from his grip by the scruff of her neck, the little robot hanging from her jaws. Nikolai sighed in defeat. “Fine…” he muttered, plopping himself into his chair and her back on the desk. “You can keep it…” The cat had never been happier. ---- Prompt for Dawny: whatever sense you get from this song... just write what comes to you link
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Post by Star on Mar 27, 2015 0:41:11 GMT
Blek blek >.< I guess this counts as fluff? Happiest thing so far...
Rialtzo was completely asleep when someone sat down next to her at the table and started talking. She only woke up when they poked her, asking, “Loki, are you listening? We have to figure this out before the lab tomorrow. Don’t ignore me just because you don’t want to do it.” “Whaa?” She looked up, brushing hair out of her face, and pulling the hood down so she could see. Where was she? She glanced around confused, then back to the guy next to her, who was staring in shock. “Oh, god, I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else.” “Yeah,” She muttered, glancing back around, “Loki. Where is he?” “You know Loki?” “Yeah” Rialtzo repeated, turning to actually look at the guy now. “You’re uh… Thane, right? We’ve met before.” Thane stared at her blankly for a minute. “Oh yeah! You’re Loki’s friend who went with us to the river.” Rialtzo nodded. “That explains the hoodie.” “Yeah, I borrowed it. Was supped to give it back by now, but he’s not here.” She shrugged. “Oh.” Thane made a face, “Sorry.” “It’s okay.” There were worse places to be stuck than the lobby of the science building, Rialtzo thought. At least Thane seamed nice. There was a pause and then Thane asked. “So are you Loki’s uhh, girlfriend?” Rialtzo couldn’t keep herself from laughing, earning herself a strange look. “No,” She said, wave a hand. “Sorry.” Once she got herself under control, she straightened. “No, I’m not. Nobody has asked that in a while.” Not since Loki has graduated from high school. She’d almost forgotten how they used to laugh about it. “We’re just old family friends,” She clarified. “I’m more like his sister or something.” “Oh.” Thane looked thoughtful. He glanced across the lobby. “Loki’s back.” “About time. Ignore him,” Rialtzo said. When Thane gave her a questioning look she nodded. “Just ignore him. Serves him right for blowing us off.” “Do you go to school here then?” Thane said in a slightly louder voice. “No, I’m still in high school,” Rialtzo said. “I spend too much time here though,” She added pointedly. “Hey.” Loki pulled up a chair. “Oh, high school sucked,” Thane said, glancing at Loki, who looked a little surprised. “Yeah, it’s not so bad now that Loki’s gone though,” Rialtzo said. “None of my friend liked him, but now I can hang around them all the time.” Loki looked affronted and Rialtzo had to fight to keep a straight face. “Wow that sounds like junior year was worse then.” Thane had to face the table. “Yeah, it totally sucked.” She made the mistake of glancing at Loki and the back at Thane and the combination of Loki’s gaping indignation and Thanes barely hidden amusement set her off. She dissolved into giggles. Loki’s demands of “What? What?” Set Thane off too, and Loki had to wait with a sour look for a full minute for them to calm down. “Thank you,” Rialtzo said, reaching across to pat Thanes arm. “That was beautiful.” “I’m glad you think so.” Loki crossed his arms. Thane nodded. “A thing of art. Did you see his face?” “Oh my god, you two barely know each other, why are you ganging up on me?” Loki wailed. “Because you deserve it,” Thane said seriously. “Making her wait. “And skipping your lab, or whatever,” Rialtzo added. “Have you learned you lesson?” “No!”
~~~ Prompt for Niitari: God of the wind meets his first airplane
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