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For the [livejournal.com profile] writerverse one sentence fic prompts.


Prompt:Pirates

"So you see," he concluded, as the enemy ship sank beneath the waves, "the only difference between a pirate and a privateer is whose flag they fly under!"

Prompt: countdown

The days moved too slowly towards the start of her holiday, yet the hours rushed past as she worked on her dissertation.

Prompt: order

The first words to shatter the sudden silence were, "Now, I don't want to shoot anyone else, so let's be clear that, given the current circumstances, anything I tell you is not an advisory, it is an order!"

Prompt: casino

High or low, black or red, you win a little and lose a little, but it's the house who always wins.

Prompt: role models

Another supposedly childfree character gets pregnant and she wonders, "Where are the women like me?"
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Title: weathering the storm
Prompt: For the [livejournal.com profile] writerverse prompt 'calm the storm'
Summary: Poem. He's there through good and bad times
Warnings: Strong emotional themes, hinted depression/mental anguish

(This is a m/f piece but I see no reason the sentiment wouldn't work just as well for a f/m, m/m, or f/f pairing.)
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Betrayal
Acrostic poem for the [community profile] dailyprompt prompt “betrayal”

Be disloyal
Enact treachery
Take your word and
Renege on it
Act duplicitous but
You should know this is
A sin I cannot forgive
Loyalty is priceless
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winterksiss

Title: Winter's Kiss
Prompt: Winter
Type: Terza Rima
Warnings: a mild threat of sexual assault but in a non-explicit way often found in folk songs - and ultimately it is only a threat, for this is no ordinary woman; character death
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lighthouse

 

[Image: black and white photograph of a lighthouse. Text reads Ever present light,cutting through the dark of night,to keep the ships safe]

Fic: Bliss

Aug. 27th, 2017 09:33 am
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bliss

The water looked deep and inviting

She stripped off down to her bikini and edged forward. She dipped one toe into the lake and gave an involuntary shriek when the water was much colder than she had expected.

It would be all right once she was fully immersed, she told herself sternly. Gathering up her nerve, she stepped out into the lake, ignoring the chill that ran through her, biting her lip. When the water was just above her waist, she ducked down so her shoulders sank beneath the water. Her teeth were chattering but, finally, she began to acclimatise.

She took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the location and then began to swim with long, elegant strokes. She was utterly alone, and blissfully content.
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stars

Watching the Stars
Summary: Writer's Block hurts.
(originally written for  therealljidol prompt "In the garden"
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poetry

Two poems originally for a writerverse drabble challenge; they're paired, in that each tells the same story from differing POVs.

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Micro fic

Jul. 23rd, 2017 10:09 pm
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microfic


For various prompts, eight fics of one sentence each.

Prompt: snow

One should be careful for what they wish, for not only did the child have skin white as snow but her demeanour was icy, as bereft of compassion as the cold winter winds.

Prompt: countdown

With a villainous laugh, he pressed the button, and began the countdown.

Prompt: firefly

Alone, staring up at the night sky, with the stars shining like a million fireflies, she finally felt at peace with the world.

Prompt: daybreak

That ghosts might indeed be real was a shock, and they stayed cuddled up under the bedcovers until the safety of daybreak.

Prompt: compass

It probably hadn't been the best action to take, but he'd lost his moral compass a long time ago, and moving in any direction was better than standing still.

Prompt: friendship

The email reminded him he wasn't alone, that he had people who cared, and sent a sliver of light into the darkness.

Prompt: underworld

The cave entrance was dark and ominous and he could easily imagine that the tunnel beyond led directly the underworld.

Prompt: pirates

"Everyone playing this game lies," he mused, "plotting behind your back and seducing you with fine words – why, pirates and highway men are more honest, being direct with their demands and consequences."
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Title: Communication
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 653
Prompt: For the [livejournal.com profile] therealljidol prompt "Crossing all the T's"
Summary: Being an editor is a thankless but essential task.
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.

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Small Comfort

Barrett offers her brandy, companionship, a handkerchief, but Abigail cannot so easily be comforted.

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Summary: Sometimes names are just names. Sometimes they are symbolic. Sometimes they're more than that. Fantasy flash fiction.

Thomas was thrown to the stone floor at the base of the steps. Despite his shackles he struggled to his knees, refusing to lie there complacent. He raised his bruised face defiantly and curled his lip, though that made the blood flow afresh.

"Your name?"

"Thomas Daniel," he said proudly. He was named Thomas for his grandfather, a great hunter, and the family of Daniel had long served the rightful king. "Who are you?"

The woman sat on the throne atop the dais regarded him with brown eyes that were filled with distaste. "I am Queen Ameris, ruler of the House of Conrí."
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A modern day Aridane and Dionysus meet



Ariadne leaned on the rough wooden railings, blinking back angry tears. The party continued all around her; people laughing, the clink of glasses, the ceaseless rush of the waves against the shore, a bonfire sending bright sparks into the night sky. As if nothing had happened.

How could she have been so wrong? Blinded by love? Lust? Was Tee really so charming that he'd warped her thoughts and feelings into some obsession she'd been powerless against?
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Birdseed

"If you're so hard up then why do you buy birdseed?" he asks, puzzled.

"Because it's relatively inexpensive for the benefits I get. I put a handful out every day," she says. "And the birds come and eat it. Pigeons, blackbirds, robins, sparrows, and crows. They wait for me now, eager each morning. I get to watch them peck at the seed. I know some are nesting in the nearby bushes. It gives me a sense of communion with nature. I know it's a small thing and hardly earth changing. But it makes me feel useful. As if I matter."
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An earlier version of this prose poem appeared in my personal journals. This updated version still reflects the struggle between the concept, creation, and completion of a creative work and how we are often biased against ourselves.
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An earlier version of this poem, about the joy and pain of creativity, how much the lack of support for one’s artistic endeavours of whatever kind can hurt, and the monetary vs intrinsic value of art, previously appeared at a personal journal as part of the importance of audience series.

THE ARTIST: What it is to live with the muse

She sculpts, removing the extraneous stone
Revealing the beauty within
It is her greatest passion to find and display every
Curve and line

She meets him at a gallery next to a coffee shop
He’s admiring Van Gough prints
She loves them too
They talk for a while, agree to meet next week

Shes says she’s a sculptor, he wants to see her work
She’s shy at first, reluctant to display her imperfect creations
But she opens the door to her studio
To her soul
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The Unwatched Play

Frank lounges in his seat
Disappointed with himself
Feeling unfulfilled
"No auditions?" Joe asks
"No. Not even for an ad this week."
Joe shakes his head, saddened
But he tries to be encouraging
"You're still an actor."
"Yes," Frank agrees
Because that's true.
He is still an actor
Regardless of his work
"And you're good."
Frank shrugs.
"And you've memorised all of Hamlet's lines."
Frank nods.
"So what does it matter
If no-one ever sees you perform?
You can recite the whole soliloquy
In the privacy of your own lounge.
Give a moving performance.
That should be enough, right?"
"Right," Frank agrees
With false brightness
"Like, getting a part in a play
Should be enough, if the show is great
Even if no-one attends."
Joe sighs.
"That's bollocks, isn't it?"
He's right.
Because what's the point
Of a performance
That goes unseen?
Or a record that never
Gets airplay?
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The importance of audience is a theme I have explored before and will continue to revisit. This particular poem was previously published at a personal journal. The crux of the poem is something writers are told frequently: "You should write for yourself, and it doesn't matter if no-one reads"; if that's true, then the same ought to apply to all the creative arts.
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Prose Poem: unburdening

"I'm scared," he says "after what happened last time."
But there was no response.

"I'm scared," he says, "after what happened last time."
"Did you see this thing I did?" the man said as if no words had been spoken.

"I'm scared," he says, "after what happened last time."
"Yeah, sure, it'll be fine," the woman said barely listening.

"I'm scared," he says, "after what happened last time."
"What happened last time?" she asks.

And allows him to finally share his fears.
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1376 words. A flash fiction fantasy tale for the [community profile] hc_bingo February amnesty challenge (prompts at close of fic). No standard warnings apply.
Base image banner by mconnors at Morguefile.com

Once upon a time there was a fearsome dragon. It had lived peaceably near a village for years, the two separated by a thick forest. The dragon hunted mostly in the woods at night, and slept in the cave at the foot of the mountain range where few people travelled.
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