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WOO! New prompt comm!

Title: Deaf


Rating: PG (for ONE swear)

Word count: 330

The toast popped. I took the bread and put it on a plate, then opened the tub of organic whipped butter.

"Morning," Randy said, walking into the kitchen. He kissed me on the cheek, poured a cup of coffee, then sat down at the table with the newspaper.

"Morning." Deciding it was sufficiently buttered, I poured some honey on the toast, then took a big bite. Sweet, sticky perfection. I took my mug and sat down next to my husband.

"Anything big happening in the world?" I asked him.

There was a delay, and then he looked up. "What? Not really."


We sat, chewed, and slurped in silence for a while. I picked up the book I'd started reading yesterday. The rancher's daughter and the poor but handsome farm hand were meeting under their tree, and were discussing their undying love for each other. Half a page later, I realized Randy had asked me something.


"Any big plans today?"

"Enh. Might do some laundry. Probably just sit around and read. It's my day off, after all."


I finished the rest of my toast, licking the honey off of my fingers and then wiping them clean. Didn't want to smudge the pages in my book, after all. The rancher's daughter was telling the farm hand that her father would never allow them to marry when I looked at the clock.

"Randy, you're going to be late."

There was that pause again, where he continued reading before the words I'd said sunk in. His head snapped up, he looked at his watch, and then said, "Shit."

He rushed to get his jacket, then came back and said, "Love you, hon."

The two lovers in the story were discussing whether or not to run away and start up their own ranch, away from prying and judgmental eyes that wanted to keep them apart.

"Huh? Oh, I love you too. Have a good day at work."

"Mmm. Bye."

"What? Oh, bye."

that was cute! I love the contrast between the romance in the book, and the practical realities of a marriage.

Very good job ;)

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Title: Untitled
Fandom: Brian Littrell
Rating: G
Word Count: 645

Title: Strange
Fandom/original: Original
Rating: PG (language)
Word count: 424 words

Title: New Shoes

Fandom/original: Original

Characters: Donny and the Lady from Hero's End

Rating: PG

Word count: 320

Title: The Teacup


Rating: G

Word count: 309

(argh please forive me. This is my first piecr on non-RPG writing in a long time)

Title: Hurrying.

Fandom/original: Original

Characters: Katie.

Rating: G

Word count: 412

Katie was in a hurry. Always was. There was always something that had to be done, had to be said, had to be fixed, had to be moved, had to be finished. People used to say that Katie would never do anything properly, just quickly – she hurried too much. But she disagreed. She just didn’t want to miss out. On anything. She didn’t understand why everyone else dawdled so – but then, people often didn’t understand Katie at all. They said she garbled.

"I need some milk," Katie said to the grocer.

"Pardon?" He hadn’t caught what she’d said. Rather than waste time repeating herself, she hurried to the back of the store, fetched the cartons herself, brought them to the front and paid. That had taken too long, now she was running late.

"Can I- I need to get through," Katie tried to excuse herself as she hurried down the street. But people were so slow, they were always so slow. No one bothered to move out of her way. They thought she was just being rude. Impatient. Katie thought they were stupid – didn’t they have something better to do than waste so much time?

She stepped from foot to foot anxiously as she waited for the lift. How long could it take? Katie glanced at her watch. Come on, come on. She was going to be late. She hated being late. Finally she gave up on waiting – it must have been broken, it couldn’t, couldn’t be so slow. Katie started walking, no, running up the stairs. There were so many flights, so many levels – but better than waiting in the lobby pointlessly. Katie didn’t see the lift arrive, just as the door to the stairwell drifted shut.

Katie didn’t see the box on the step as she hurried, didn’t see it until her foot caught and sent her flying – back down the stairs she had so hastily climbed. Her head hit the concrete step, and she lay still for a minute. She didn’t remember screaming. It was the longest she’d stayed still that wasn’t in bed. She was going to be so late. Her head hurt, throbbed. She was certain they wouldn’t wait. She could see red, blood. She was running late. Was always running late. Her head, her head, it hurt, it hurt. Katie saw black.

"...yes, she’ll be okay. Bad concussion. Very lucky though. If she’d been found another minute later, she wouldn’t have made it. Just in time."

Title: The Order of Things


Characters: Me, a telephone and a basket of ironing

Rating: G

Word Count: 340

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Does this make any sense out of context? Probably not. Oh well, something to work into a scene for my novel....

Title: An Exercise in Listening
Fandom/Original: original (fairy tale project)
Characters: Horatio, Nori
Rating:: oh so G
Word Count: 357

Horatio listened. Quite intently, in fact: He had his ear to the ground, which was slightly less than comfortable, as the earth was cold and wet with the previous night’s dusting of snow. Perhaps, he mused, the possibility of hearing anything was limited by the fact that his ear was now a frozen block of ice on the side of his head.

“Anything?” asked Nori, sounding impatient.

Horatio shook his head. Perhaps he hadn’t heard the garbled instructions as well as he thought he had. After all, a drunken bartender was probably not, in retrospect, the most articulate giver of quest information. Horatio supposed he ought to have thought of that before he had let the map talk them into that method in the first place.

“Honestly,” said Nori, dropping to her hands and knees and pressing her own ear to the wet ground, “how hard can it be to hear?”

Horatio wondered what sort of sight they made for any passers by: two ill-clad young people crouched by the side of the road with their heads to the ground, their packs dumped thoughtlessly beside them. Of course, being a sight for passers by would require people to actually be…well, passing by, and both forks of the road had been empty since they’d arrived this morning. Horatio was wise enough of a traveler by this point to expect that the moment he was required to do anything embarrassing or precarious, someone would naturally happen by and startle him, so it was a bit surprising, actually, that no one had happened by yet, as there were few more embarrassing or precarious positions than crouching low to the ground with one ear dipping into the muddy snow.

“If there are any fairies here, they are being very quiet about it,” said Horatio.

“Well,” said Nori, “perhaps we just don’t know the proper way to go about hearing one.”

Horatio shrugged, a difficult feat given the position he was crouching in. “It is true that the barkeep didn’t give us any instructions on that score,” he admitted.

Nori sighed. “You just can’t act without instructions, can you?” she said scathingly.

Title: Find the Answer in the Stars

Fandom/original: Original

Characters: An unnamed cryptologist and commander

Rating: PG

Word count: 550

Title: Mutual Understanding
Author: Haruka tarma
Rated: G
Fandom: Loonatics Unleashed
Status: One-shot

Here is my first attempt at doing this. I am a little nervous about sharing it.

This sounds like a lot of fun! I'll start at the beginning. Here's the fic: http://da-space-kase.livejournal.com/2755.html#cutid1


The quality of the sound was patchy. Hisses and clicks on the line could be deliberate interference, or just the way the line was laid. Hard to tell, for the inhabitants of the bunker. They'd been down there too long, since the very beginning of the war when, rightly or wrongly, they decided to barricade themselves inside as the first bombs dropped. The old networks had held, of course. But it was beginning to become clear that the seriousness, the initial desperate seriousness of the preparation for the big drop, had not been extended. As time went on, the shoddy nature of more and more of the items was becoming apparent. It simply hadn't mattered, then, not as much as new movies and dancing all night, simply lounging and talking philosophy. They had been divided, and it was now that they were paying the price.

"I think that it will all be over soon." said the waiting voice on the other end of the line. Hadley had never met the voice before, but she knew everything about her. Her phone pal, as they called it. Every now and then, in the isolation, just often enough to be a treat, they could communicate with one of the other bunkers. A little variety. A little soul. Hadley had told her things she would never have dreamed she'd tell anyone-and she probably never would again. "They'll let us-" And a crackle on the line, and the voice began to get distorted. "Seeyah, inshantena, absolutely, and then we will keeso haramb again." It was the first time the mechanical system had caused such a blunder. Hadley didn't quite know what to do, and only called into the handset anxiously. "Sarai? Sarai, I can't quite hear you.."

"Kiso? Hanarai d'kan...please, I can't hear...yawoh evand d'shai.." Sarai's voice seemed to be getting more desperate. Just a conversation, a conversation about nothing. But a conversation that might never take place again, for the machines could not be repaired. Hadley's family had contracted out the electrical services, and understood almost nothing of how their own miniature home functioned. It was a realization that grew large in her, as the words through the voice piece grew increasingly distorted and stretched, and she began, unconsciously to rock. "I love you. I love you. I love you." she repeated, childish, as though that fact, that power, could take it all back, erase the world. The very repetition seemed to have a power in itself, as on the other end of the phone, the distortion seemed to normalize, the same incomprehensible words said the same incomprehensible way. But three of them. Was it the same? Was it 'I miss you', or 'I hate you' or even 'Fix the handset'? They could never be sure. Hadley could never know, but she held on to the phone, continuing to speak, continuing to listen, even when the words finally began coming without even a trace of humanity. So did her friend. It was only when the last words were heard as a wash of sound that she allowed herself to put down the phone, and move back into the room with her family.

"Oh, Hadley dear. I was just about to-" began her mother, with a certain dreary stoop to her shoulders "-go looking for you." Hadley finished her mother's sentence, and walked towards the old shoulders. She lay her head on her mother's neck, and staring at the cold, implacable wall, she moved her lips silently as her mother spoke, in tune with the words. "We've a lovely treat for dinner tonight, dear. I bet you'll never guess."

Deep in her head, something tried to scream, but she couldn't quite make out the words.

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