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([personal profile] prisca posting in [community profile] 100words Jun. 24th, 2017 11:44)
Title: No Escape
Challenge: #47 shadow
Fandom: Jeremiah (TV); Character: Mr. Smith
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: of course, I don't own Jeremiah (TV), nor the characters

Never alone )
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([personal profile] musyc posting in [community profile] 100words Jun. 23rd, 2017 23:45)
Title: Above
Fandom: The Martian
Rating: T
Notes: N/a

He's going to go into the rover. Eat his potato. Make a new log. Check the equipment, watch a little damned seventies television, burrow down into his nest.

Later.

Now, he's going to sit here. He's going to stare up at the stars. So different without all that pesky atmosphere getting in the way.

He's going to sit right here and imagine that in a small piece of sky, the stars are blotted out. Empty, a shadow in space where Hermes is accelerating back to him.

He closes his eyes, picturing all their smiles. Even without the sun, he's warm.
Title: v.: to follow and observe someone, closely and typically secretly
Fandom: Person of Interest
Rating: T (again I am being cautious)
Notes: Set after the end of the show.

It wasn't that she hadn't noticed. It was just—

"Come on," said Shaw, then sighed and grabbed Shu into the alleyway he'd just tried to walk past.

"Listen, kid," she told him. "There are people trying to kill you. That means you stick with me. That means pay attention. Come on."

"I'm sorry," he got out. "I—it's just—"

"What is it?" she demanded.

"Someone's following us!" he said. "That camera moved!"

"You—" saw that was not a good way to finish that sentence. There was no good way.

She swallowed instead. "It's just an old friend. Come on."
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([personal profile] sideways posting in [community profile] 100words Jun. 22nd, 2017 20:18)
Title: Sciophobia
Original
Rating: G
Notes: I do not own bunkers.

She crooks her fingers against the candlelight, casting puppets for the giggling children. Here is a bunny: hop, hop. Then she draws an ear down into a crinkled snout, folds her thumb out, and the same hand shapes a new shadow. Here come the sharp teeth: run and hide.

The meeting is still going, low voices at the table quieting when trucks rumble overhead. The virus, they murmur. Not yet. Yes yet. Too great a cost to use. Too great a cost to not.

Which will they be remembered as in the end, she wonders: the rabbit, or the wolf?

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([personal profile] misbegotten posting in [community profile] 100words Jun. 20th, 2017 06:31)
This week's prompt is shadow.

Your response should be exactly 100 words long. You do not have to include the prompt in your response -- it is meant as a starting place only. Please use the tag "prompt: #047 - shadow" with your prompt response.

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([personal profile] rollcake posting in [community profile] 100words Jun. 19th, 2017 07:20)
Title: Body Heat
Fandom: Fire Emblem Fates
Rating: Teen
Notes: N/A

"Shit, you're burning up." Rinkah pulled her palm away from Setsuna's forehead, glaring at her with an expression like a knife. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Setsuna blinked and considered this. "I feel fine, though?" she said vaguely, looking like she would topple over in the breeze, and Rinkah knew she wasn't fine at all.

Grateful now that she always ran hot, Rinkah draped her cloak over Setsuna's shoulders and scooped her into her arms. Setsuna curled up against Rinkah's chest and murmured contentedly.

"You know, you're really warm, Rinkah. Are you sure you're not the one who's burning up?"
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([personal profile] sunlit_stone posting in [community profile] 100words Jun. 18th, 2017 21:51)
Title: Fevered
Original
Rating: T (but I'm being cautious)
Notes: I'm completely new to Dreamwidth—I apologize in advance if I get this wrong!

The ideas burned in him like fever: new furies, new countries, new monsters to kill in all the old ways. We would burn this place down and build a new one from the ashes—ashes (he told me) could be used to make cement. Could be used to clean glass til it shone. It burned in him, burned in all of us—

Burned like fever. And broke like fever too, passing from one moment to the next from haze to dizzy clarity. When you wake to sweat and memory, knowing now what it feels like to be able to be warm.
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([personal profile] liadtbunny posting in [community profile] blakes7 Jun. 18th, 2017 15:52)


[community profile] unconventionalcourtship a panfandom fic fest where you write and post a 1000w+ fic based on a M&B/Harlequin plot is open for sign ups! Fics will be posted to the UC community, staggered through August and September 2017, from 18th August.
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([personal profile] sideways posting in [community profile] 100words Jun. 18th, 2017 12:22)
Title: Futile Response
Original
Rating: G
Notes: I do not own colonies.

You’re focussing on the symptom, little sister. Look for the disease.

Take in city-fires, heatflash silhouettes on cracking concrete, air thick enough to swim through – then look up.

Skim the storeys, to save time. Punch-clock routine and punch-clock comforts, then someone pulls the clock apart to rework the wiring. Breezes set to circulate bliss, bare feet on marble, glitter-eyed mermaids in the water. Fat, fleshy gardens, I hear. Fruit ripening to rotten.

Pretend you can look up to see the lights. Prayer-capsules and god-engines, encoding wishes and wants. Satellite smitings from orbit.

Then look up

Ah. Now we’re getting somewhere.
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([personal profile] primsong posting in [community profile] dw100 Jun. 16th, 2017 08:31)
Welcome to [community profile] dw100. Challenges are posted approximately once a week.

Challenge #658 is mistaken identity.

The rules:
  • All stories must be 100 words long.
  • Please place your story behind a cut if it contains spoilers for the current season.
  • Remember, you don't have to use the challenge word or phrase in your story; it's just there for inspiration.
  • Please include the challenge word or phrase in the subject line of your post.
  • Please use the challenge tag 658: mistaken identity on any story posted to this challenge.
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([personal profile] prisca posting in [community profile] 100words Jun. 15th, 2017 18:23)
Title: First love
Challenge: #46 fever
Fandom: The Faculty // Mr. & Mrs. Connor
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: of course, I don't own The Faculty, nor the characters

Bye, Mom! )
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([personal profile] st_aurafina posting in [community profile] 100words Jun. 15th, 2017 21:11)
Title: Getting Warmer
Fandom: Person of Interest
Rating: Teen
Notes: Show-level injuries

Shaw cradles the receiver and fishes for a pen, but the message is short.

"Please. Wait."

"…okay," says Shaw, and watches pedestrians.

"Unable. To. Connect," says the Machine.

Shaw restrains herself from punching the payphone. "Just tell me where you need me to be."

The address is across town, in an ASI dark zone. Root's slumped next to a payphone, eyes glazed and forehead dripping sweat. Shaw can see her pulse racing, her shirt crusted to her shoulder with old blood.

"Shaw?" she croaks, as if this can't be real.

"It's okay," says Shaw, dragging her upright. "We found you."
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([personal profile] used_songs posting in [community profile] 100words Jun. 13th, 2017 07:53)
Title: Waiting for dinner
Fandom: Master of None
Rating:G

“So, like, when did you know you were gay?” Dev asked, leaning back against the side of her bed.

Denise shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, I guess I always knew.” She glanced at her posters. “Look around you, Dev.”

“Good point.”

“If I had to say one moment when I figured it out, it’s when Kara smiled at me in gym class. I felt like I was on fire. Like I was nervous but so so happy.”

“Kara from middle school? That Kara?”

“Yeah.” Denise smiled dreamily. “She was hot. Too bad she went to a different high school.”

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([personal profile] misbegotten posting in [community profile] 100words Jun. 13th, 2017 07:15)
This week's prompt is fever.

Your response should be exactly 100 words long. You do not have to include the prompt in your response -- it is meant as a starting place only. Please use the tag "prompt: #046 - fever" with your prompt response.

Please include all necessary content warnings for potential triggers, mature or explicit content, or spoilers.

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