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 Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 5:34 pm
The idea of these prompts is to encourage you all to write. Also hopefully they'll keep you busy between posts.
The way it works is very simple:
You take one prompt at a time, write a story of any length and post it here as a reply (you may post it elsewhere as well - I encourage people to use the writing arena).
How to select a prompt:
There are 500 prompts to choose from. You read that correctly. 500.
You are not expected to do them all. One reason I have chosen so many is simply because that way it really lowers the chance of anyone ending up with the same prompt twice. If you can do them all, you are awesome and I bow to you.
There are two ways to select a prompt. The first is the easy way. Find one you like in the list and write it.
The second is the surprising way, but a little more fun. You choose which category you want (there are five of them) and then roll a random number with the number generator (between 1 - 100). You take what you end up with. You may roll again or change category only if you have already written for the prompt.
Rolling for a random prompt is the preferred method.
There is only one rule:
Every story must involve at least one of your Shinigami Clan characters in some way. Otherwise anything goes.
There is a non-Shinigami version of this prompt thread at the Shinigami Hotel, located here.
How to post your story:
Simply reply with it here. Make sure you put at the top which category it is from, which number and what the prompt was. And a title, if you have one that is different to the prompt. E.g.:
Air - 79 - Flight
That's it!
The categories are below. Enjoy!
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 5:45 pm
EARTH
01 once upon a time -- 02 letter(s) -- 03 the space between -- 04 physics -- 05 look beyond
06 harmony -- 07 hidden stories -- 08 rain -- 09 edge of the knife -- 10 unfamiliar territory
11 madness -- 12 tea -- 13 daybreak -- 14 waking up -- 15 a human voice
16 domestic moments -- 17 shades -- 18 truth -- 19 human limits -- 20 chance and choice
21 the cruellest month -- 22 dream the impossible -- 23 forgotten roads -- 24 the currency of hope -- 25 just between us
26 flowers in the ashes -- 27 resonance -- 28 at the end of the day -- 29 defying gravity -- 30 once in a lifetime
31 smoke -- 32 another fine mess -- 33 bitter pill -- 34 the lucky -- 35 a place where no one goes
36 distance -- 37 excuses -- 38 flesh wounds -- 39 prelude -- 40 blindness
41 a matter of trust -- 42 hidden resources -- 43 a single night -- 44 parting regrets -- 45 headful of ghosts
46 crossroads -- 47 the sunless way -- 48 silence -- 49 messenger -- 50 possibility
51 at the center -- 52 fear of the fall -- 53 illusions -- 54 darkness falls -- 55 sound
56 hope obstructed -- 57 comfort -- 58 lies -- 59 a light in the dark -- 60 path of the children
61 the way of difference -- 62 infinite limits -- 63 photographs / snapshots -- 64 thoughts -- 65 a thousand days
66 drifting -- 67 sword and shield -- 68 shake the heavens -- 69 belief -- 70 further to fly
71 premonition -- 72 imitation of life -- 73 friends of the heart -- 74 scars -- 75 one more chance
76 falling -- 77 steer by the stars -- 78 diary -- 79 motion -- 80 face to face
81 phantoms -- 82 spirit of a gentleman -- 83 our own world -- 84 courage -- 85 hunger
86 inner space -- 87 beneath these hands -- 88 this place -- 89 strangers -- 90 puppet strings
91 out of focus -- 92 sleep -- 93 pavement cracks -- 94 the path and the walker -- 95 ever after
96 evidence -- 97 puppy love -- 98 funeral -- 99 I'm here -- 100 gloves
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 5:49 pm
AIR
01 magic -- 02 good -- 03 evil -- 04 dream -- 05 nightmare
06 truth -- 07 lies -- 08 loyalty -- 09 hero -- 10 villain
11 love -- 12 hate -- 13 hope -- 14 despair -- 15 power
16 weakness -- 17 light -- 18 dark -- 19 time -- 20 pretend
21 adult -- 22 freedom -- 23 chains -- 24 trust -- 25 longing
26 humour -- 27 fun -- 28 battle -- 29 tears -- 30 heart
31 sport -- 32 odd -- 33 normal -- 34 music -- 35 poetry
36 tales -- 37 quote -- 38 black and white -- 39 fine line -- 40 positive
41 negative -- 42 never-ending -- 43 celebration -- 44 blossom -- 45 belief
46 sweet -- 47 sour -- 48 frozen -- 49 burned -- 50 reassurance
51 defeat -- 52 betrayal -- 53 lust -- 54 greed -- 55 gold
56 silver -- 57 flashback -- 58 self-esteem -- 59 pride -- 60 dull
61 sparkle -- 62 clean -- 63 beautiful -- 64 alone -- 65 dress up
66 animal -- 67 motion -- 68 dance -- 69 play -- 70 fantasy
71 desire -- 72 serenity -- 73 eyes -- 74 body -- 75 science
76 art -- 77 religion -- 78 top of the world -- 79 flight -- 80 stand tall
81 run -- 82 protect -- 83 close but far -- 84 stars -- 85 sun
86 intimacy -- 87 kiss -- 88 hug -- 89 smile -- 90 frown
91 destiny -- 92 sacrifice -- 93 memories -- 94 happy ending -- 95 life worth living
96 muse -- 97 clean -- 98 choice -- 99 secret -- 100 superstition
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 5:53 pm
FIRE
01 beginnings -- 02 middles -- 03 ends -- 04 insides -- 05 outsides
06 hours -- 07 days -- 08 weeks -- 09 months -- 10 years
11 red -- 12 orange -- 13 yellow -- 14 green -- 15 blue
16 purple -- 17 brown -- 18 black -- 19 white -- 20 colourless
21 friends -- 22 enemies -- 23 lovers -- 24 family -- 25 strangers
26 teammates -- 27 parents -- 28 children -- 29 birth -- 30 death
31 sunrise -- 32 sunset -- 33 too much -- 34 not enough -- 35 sixth sense
36 smell -- 37 sound -- 38 touch -- 39 taste -- 40 sight -- 41 shapes
42 triangle -- 43 square -- 44 circle -- 45 moon
46 star -- 47 heart -- 48 diamond -- 49 club -- 50 spade
51 water -- 52 fire -- 53 earth -- 54 air -- 55 spirit
56 breakfast -- 57 lunch -- 58 dinner -- 59 food -- 60 drink
61 winter -- 62 spring -- 63 summer -- 64 fall -- 65 passing
66 rain -- 67 snow -- 68 lightning -- 69 thunder -- 70 storm
71 broken -- 72 fixed -- 73 light -- 74 dark -- 75 shade
76 who -- 77 what -- 78 where -- 79 when -- 80 why
81 how -- 82 if -- 83 and -- 84 he -- 85 she
86 choices -- 87 life -- 88 school -- 89 work -- 90 home
91 birthday -- 92 winter holiday -- 93 giving thanks -- 94 independence -- 95 new year
96 fantasy -- 97 test -- 98 strawberries -- 99 tease -- 100 hand
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 5:57 pm
WATER
01 eternity -- 02 the blues -- 03 unheard -- 04 memory -- 05 slack
06 lost -- 07 vanilla -- 08 release -- 09 bonds -- 10 faith
11 decisions -- 12 idealism -- 13 awakening -- 14 attraction -- 15 standstill
16 ocean -- 17 superiority -- 18 deception -- 19 searching -- 20 chocolate
21 redemption -- 22 perversity -- 23 steadfastness -- 24 revolution -- 25 caution
26 authority -- 27 mania -- 28 departure -- 29 support -- 30 trust
31 denial -- 32 murder -- 33 heartbeat -- 34 time -- 35 fantasy
36 words -- 37 unseen -- 38 fading -- 39 unwinding -- 40 cynicism
41 tulip -- 42 breathless -- 43 teddy bear -- 44 kiss -- 45 dream
46 journey -- 47 sentiment -- 48 cycles -- 49 bridges -- 50 dance
51 flippancy -- 52 hope -- 53 blood -- 54 future -- 55 pearls
56 tension -- 57 regret -- 58 flight -- 59 resignation -- 60 ability
61 rootless -- 62 trouble -- 63 negotiation -- 64 barbarism -- 65 emergence
66 stranger -- 67 disappearance -- 68 limitless -- 69 flight -- 70 bitterness
71 spell -- 72 optimism -- 73 suicide -- 74 greed -- 75 observation
76 nameless -- 77 adventure -- 78 gamble -- 79 animal -- 80 balance
81 victim -- 82 determination -- 83 goodbye -- 84 shotgun -- 85 glow
86 invisibility -- 87 drama -- 88 wishes -- 89 wealth -- 90 guilt
91 echo -- 92 silver -- 93 call -- 94 fog -- 95 breaking
96 weapon -- 97 beach -- 98 lost -- 99 cry -- 100 search
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 6:01 pm
AETHER
01 Introduction -- 02 Love -- 03 Light -- 04 Dark -- 05 Seeking Solace
06 Break Away -- 07 Heaven -- 08 Away -- 09 Cut -- 10 Breathe
11 Memory -- 12 Insanity -- 13 Misfortune -- 14 Smile -- 15 Silence
16 Spit -- 17 Ride -- 18 Under -- 19 Gray -- 20 Fortitude
21 War -- 22 Mother -- 23 Distasteful -- 24 Want -- 25 Lurking
26 Europe -- 27 Foreign -- 28 Sorrow -- 29 Urban -- 30 Rain
31 Flower -- 32 Night -- 33 Wrath -- 34 Moon -- 35 Walk
36 Precious -- 37 See -- 38 Abandoned -- 39 Dream -- 40 4:29 PM
41 Citric Acid -- 42 Still -- 43 Die -- 44 Two Roads -- 45 Two Guns
46 Drop -- 47 Dirt -- 48 Young -- 49 Preservatives -- 50 Breaking the Rules
51 Sport -- 52 Old -- 53 Desecrate -- 54 Tower -- 55 Need
56 Biohazard -- 57 Sacrificial -- 58 Kick in the Head -- 59 No Way Out -- 60 Desert
61 Fairy Tale -- 62 Voodoo -- 63 Do Not Disturb -- 64 City -- 65 Horrific
66 Snow -- 67 Drum -- 68 Hero -- 69 Annoyance -- 70 67%
71 Obsession -- 72 Mislead -- 73 I. Can't -- 74 Confrontation -- 75 Mirror
76 Broken -- 77 Testament -- 78 Drink -- 79 Swear -- 80 Words
81 Pen and Paper -- 82 + -- 83 Heal -- 84 Cold -- 85 Sick
86 Seeing Red -- 87 Hunger -- 88 Pain -- 89 Through the Fire -- 90 Triangle
91 Drown -- 92 Rape -- 93 Iron -- 94 Soft -- 95 Advertisement
96 Storm -- 97 Safety -- 98 Puzzle -- 99 Alone -- 100. Gone
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Guyy generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
8!
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 3:53 pm
And I think I shall kick us off by taking a Water prompt...
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 11:43 pm
Fire 67 - Snow
The land was slowly but surely being smothered in small white petals of snow. It was winter again in Penthesilea’s Citadel and as a result, only the ice elementals were out and about playing. The Salamanders were hiding in fireplaces and heaters while the nymphs had gone to sleep in the frozen lakes and waterfalls. It was the natural order of things. Inside the citadel, however, the situation was getting out of hand.
It had been a five days since the explosive fight between the Lord Lacquer and the Ice Queen. Seven days ago, Aya had taken on a demonic pace with her work, barely sleeping barely eating and never stopping. Five days ago Caine had put his foot down and forced her to take a breather by locking the labs and locking her in her own room. All of her reading materials were gone. Anything that was made to entertain or to help her work had been removed and as a result, all she could do was sleep or slowly go mad from the pain of having nothing to do.
Caine had visited on the first day, wanting to explain himself but Aya had been far too furious to listen. When he’d walked into her room, he hadn’t been surprised to find that everything was coated in ice. She was sitting by the corner, apparently exhausted from trying to blast her way out of the room. He had stared at her disapprovingly because instead of doing what she should be doing, which was resting, she had gone and exhausted herself by trying to escape, knowing that she couldn’t because she knew that he wouldn’t have left anything to chance. He’d put up barriers inside the four walls of her room and it effectively trapped her there.
Aya had glared at him in return, willing him to just leave.
“Aya,” he’d started but he didn’t get to finish. He’d gotten a face full of snow for his show of patience and consideration. A few stony seconds had passed before Caine's temper got the better of him. He exploded and told her just how much of a brat she was being and that her research wouldn’t help anybody if she was dead before she got to finish it. She hadn’t replied. She simply had this thoughtful look in her eyes before she stared out the window. Pride hurt and more than a little annoyed at her lack of reaction (he wasn’t used to a quiet and submissive Aya), Caine had left her alone to sulk. He hadn’t visited since then, too proud to be caught dead in surrendering first to their fight which he knew for a fact that he was on the right side.
And now, four days later, Caine was staring at the large irregularly shaped hole on the northern side of Aya’s room. He wasn’t surprised that she had escaped. In fact, he was quite puzzled as to why she hadn’t done so on the first day. Aya was a master at shield casting and maintaining. It would have only been a matter of time for her to find a hole in the barrier he’d erected around her room.
“That woman will forever disobey me,” he muttered as he shook his head, annoyed but at the same time amused at the Lady Aya’s deliberate intransigence.
“Caine,” Mercedes spoke from somewhere behind him. Penthesilea’s second ruler had a stoic expression on, much the same that Aya wore on occasion, “Aya hasn’t turned up yet. Do you think something could have happened?”
“No. Her heart is not erratic. She’s safe, wherever she is.”
“You probably shouldn’t have been so hard on her,” Mercedes innocently remarked as she leaned on the doorway, blocking Caine’s only exit minus the hole in the wall. As expected, Caine swiveled around. His face was the very meaning of irritation and disbelief. The corners of his mouth moved down, forming an angry frown.
“Aya has been acting particularly foolish these past few days and-”
“Do you know what day it is?” Mercedes asked, interrupting her adopted son. Caine blinked in reply as he fought to search for the exact date.
“It’s Monday, the fifteenth,” he answered, a little off-balance at the sudden change of subjects.
“Precisely. Now what is so important about the fifteenth of November?”
Caine’s brows furrowed. He thought back on other November fifteenths but try as he might, he couldn’t remember any significant event that had occurred on the fifteenth. Unless he counted that time when- his eyes widened as he realized just why Aya was being so moody. Today was the day that she came to the citadel for the very first time. She’d been clinging to Magus, trembling because of the cold and horrifyingly covered in her family’s blood. And she hadn’t been crying. She had only been incredibly moody and quiet.
Mercedes merely raised a brow before she straightened and walked away, leaving her son to deal with the problem he’d unintentionally created.
"Aya,” Caine muttered as he eyed the ice covering Aya’s room like a white blanket and the slow falling snow outside that occasionally saw fit to enter every once in a while. Then he smirked and a predatory gleam entered his eyes, “I know where you are. You can't hide in the snow.”
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silver_halcyon generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
83!
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 12:15 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 6:02 am
Aether - 83 - Heal
“So? What do you intend to do?”
Aya spared the man an unfocused glance before she looked away and stared once more out the window. The clouds were ominous today, she thought as she examined the dark and puffy clouds that surrounded the floating the land. There was going to be a blizzard, she could tell by the way her skin tingled as it always did whenever there would be bad weather.
“You have not even shed a tear for your family. Do you intend to stay silent and acquiescent to your fate?”
Once again, Aya simply stared out the window although there was the visual clenching of her small and vulnerable fists to show him that she was getting angry. Her teeth were gritted and her eyes had narrowed at his reflection in the window. But still, she didn’t say anything. She was not ready. Couldn’t he see that? Why did he come to her room everyday sputtering the same nonsense over and over again? She was getting sick of it.
“If you wish for you destiny to change, should you not fight for it? Instead of aimlessly letting it guide you to where it decides to place you like a complacent coward?”
In a show of fury, Aya looked at the only person who seemed to only have hateful words for her. Couldn’t he understand? Couldn’t he understand that she was not ready to face the world yet? That she was tired? That she couldn’t sleep at night because she kept seeing and hearing their screams? That the picture of the burning temple was permanently imprinted on her mind? Why couldn’t he see it?! Why couldn’t he understand?!
“Why can I not understand how you feel? My dear Aya, you have not spoken a single word since your arrival seven days ago. How will I know if you do not tell me?”
“Be quiet!” Aya yelled before she threw her pillow at him. It hit his chest before it lamely fell on the carpeted floor, “you are an obnoxious man! I just want to be left alone! Just…alone…”
The room was silent for a long moment after she uttered those last few defeated words and his eyes narrowed in triumph at her show of temperament. He had seen her spirit angrily surging through the surface of her despair before it went back into the darkness of her memories. If getting her angry was the only way to break her out of the pitfall she had fallen in, then he would make her so furious that she would wish that she could strangle him. She probably would too when she was older. He could tell that she was slow to forgive and that she never forgot.
Still, she was but a mere child, unable to pick herself up after her fall from grace. He understood that perfectly well but he also understood that Aya was not a ‘normal’ child as evidenced by her speech patterns and it was time that she stopped wallowing in her despair because if she didn’t, she was going to dig herself an early grave. And that he could never allow her to do. He would never allow her to destroy herself.
“Probably so,” he agreed as he picked up the pillow she had thoughtlessly thrown at him. He saw her flinch. Good. At the very least she was reacting to his words unlike the first few days where he felt that he’d only been speaking to a statue, “look at you. You are small, insignificant, and weak. You could not even lift a finger when your temple had burned down.”
“Enough!”
“You could not protect anyone Aya.”
“I said to stop it!” she yelled as she glared at him, hate filling her mismatched and previously vacant eyes. He was saying the exact same things she had whispered to herself every night. She didn’t need to be reminded of that fact.
“You are weak, pitiful, and worst of all you cannot stand up because you cannot admit that you failed.”
With a strangled shout, Aya had shot out of her bed and ran towards the detestable and loquacious man. Her hand glowed a fierce green and she was going to punch him. Effortlessly, he grabbed a hold of her shoulders, stopping her attack, and simply stared at her eyes. She turned into a demented wildcat, wriggling, snapping at him, and screaming words of obscenities at him that a child of her age shouldn’t even know about. She shrieked at him, demanding him to let her go, over and over and over again until her voice was hoarse. He would do no such thing. Not until she acknowledged her loss. Not until she unleashed her grief. He hated to do this to her but she would break if she kept her secrets, if she kept with her silent crusade.
It felt like an eternity before she finally slumped down in exhaustion, angry tears of frustration streaming down her cheeks.
“They’re gone,” she whimpered as she finally let out the tears that she kept at bay. She hadn’t wanted to cry because crying meant that she would let whoever killed her family have the last laugh. She did not want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that she had cried. But she couldn’t hold it in anymore. This man, this person who had come to her room everyday to talk to her, to coax her into eating, to order her to sleep, to inspire anger in her, had exhausted her beyond belief. And she just couldn’t keep up her cold and calm façade anymore.
“Yes they are,” he said, voice hoarse with his own hidden grief as he began rubbing her shoulders in a meager act of comfort. Finally, he thought as he kneeled in front of her, he’d gotten through her defenses. He was beginning to worry that she would never crack.
“What…I…c-couldn’t do a-anything!” she said as she sobbed, her hands going up to cover her face in shame, “and I am…they…they b-believed in me. Mommy…”
With a pained expression, Caine gently wrapped his arms around the sobbing girl, holding her securely to his chest. He placed a small kiss on the top of her head before rubbing her back in a gesture of gentle reassurance, a complete one hundred and eighty degrees turn from what he had been trying to do before. Now that Aya was finally letting it out, he would let her know that he was there for her. He glared at the blizzard outside the window. He was fervently wishing the slow and agonizing deaths, preferably by his own hands, of those that had caused her so much grief. Even now, after the massacre and after she had been brought to the safety of his home, they tormented her by making her hold onto her grief.
Aya clung to him like a lifeline as she wept for her loss and in return he whispered soothing lullabies in her ear, trying to get to let everything out. The sight of her tears hurt him beyond words and her whimpers slashed at his heart like knives.
But this was the first step.
To heal one’s heart, one must first accept the pain inside.
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silver_halcyon generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
5!
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 6:04 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 3:47 pm
Water - 8 - Release
Jack paced along the floor in the room Guyy had given him. Back and forth, like a caged tiger. Every so often he would pause and stare into space, imagining he could see through the one-way glass of the window that occupied an entire wall of his office, looking down at the crowd below as they undulated and swarmed to the rhythm of the music. Occasionally, just occasionally, he would stop and place his fingers to the wall as his emerald eyes closed and he remembered laying those eyes solely on one man, leading the throng like a preacher leads a congregation of worshippers. Blond hair caught the light easily, thanks to his position behind his decks. Jack would stay like this for a few moments before uttering a little sound of frustration and returning to his pacing. He felt as though he was imprisoned. In a manner of speaking, he was. For once Guyy and Raven were in agreement, and that agreement was that Jack would not be allowed to return to the Dragon’s Den until they deemed it safe.
Interfering know-it-alls.
He looked over to the desk he had appropriated, the laptop sitting idle and the paperwork neatly stacked. All of the finances for the month were done. That had kept him busy for a few hours, but he had stormed through it in his annoyance. And now he had nothing to keep him occupied. He growled and kicked the sofa, then spent a few minutes hopping around the room and swearing until he eventually ended up falling onto his butt.
That wasn’t very smart, boy.
“I am aware of that. Bloody bird.” He grumbled, rubbing his foot.
Hn. There was silence for a while. Inside him he could sense Astrossa fluffing up. This is remarkably dull, being underground.
“Yes, yes it is.” Jack grumbled, throwing himself down onto his back and pressing the heel of his palms against his eyes. “I hate it. I want to… I want to be somewhere else.”
I know what you want to do boy. There was a hint of amusement and teasing in her voice. Jack blushed, knowing fine well that she knew his mind better than anyone, including all his secrets. Sometimes it felt quite awkward having her there, but most of the time she was content to nap and let him be, thankfully. So, let’s go.
“I can’t. I’m not allowed to leave the library without supervision.” Jack sighed. “You know that. Everyone would be upset at me.”
So don’t leave. Up, silly boy, up.
Jack opened his eyes. Up? Of course! Why hadn’t he thought of that? He hopped to his feet instantly and threw himself out of the door. He raced down the corridor, practically knocking Guyy over as the raven haired man stepped out of the lift.
“Woah, where are you going?” Guyy challenged, catching his shoulders and stopping his stampede with a smile. “You’re not going to the Den are you? Tsk.”
“No, I’m going up!” Jack grinned, practically hopping on the spot. Guyy raised an eyebrow and gave him a bemused look. Jack pointed up enthusiastically. “Up.”
“I see. Up. Right. Just… don’t go doing anything stupid, okay?” Guyy sighed, releasing him. As long as he was still in the vicinity of the library he was safe. Jack nodded and pushed past him into the lift, hitting the top button. Guyy turned and made his way to his rooms, sliding the door open. “Hey, Kaori, what have you been teaching Jack…?”
Jack reached the top level of the library and the doors opened onto the moonlit gardens. He jogged out to the centre of the grass and looked around. The sounds from the street were barely audible and there was not a sole living being in the area save for a couple of roosting pigeons and the hutched rabbits. He grinned to himself as he felt Astrossa cooing softly within him. Then he reached up and shrugged out of his shirt with a smirk of excitement. There was only one downside to what he was doing, and it was coming up. He stretched his arms out and flexed his back experimentally before taking a deep breath.
Now child, let go.
He did. With a small uttered cry he bent forward and allowed the hidden appendages to break out of his skin as ink and flesh and blood became feather and sinew and bone. The pain lasted just a moment, though the grass behind him was stained scarlet and a couple of feathers floated in the breeze. He stretched his wings with a great sigh of relief. The wind blew up, ruffling through his feathers and making his hair flutter. He stretched his arms and wings out wide and closed his eyes and for a moment, he could believe he was in flight. Perhaps Raven would come back tonight with fresh work for him. Perhaps he might even convince him to come up here and get some air. But for now he could bend the rules a little.
With a kick he took to the air.
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Guyy generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
86!
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 3:49 pm
And this time I am going for Air.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 6:44 pm
Earth - 5 - Look Beyond
To look beyond means to see things that others cannot.
Aya stopped reading, the sentence engraving itself in her thoughts. Without permission, her eyes glanced up towards the man who was drinking his tea on the other side of the small circular table. She discretely examined him. His face was well sculpted, as if he had been created by an artist. His brown hair was immaculately neat and it seemed as if the sun itself had blessed it with it’s own majestic light. His eyes were a deep shade of green, so deep in fact that she could feel herself literally drowning in their depths whenever she stared at them long enough. Aya had been in the process of mentally tracing the side of his lips with her fingertips when it quirked up. She blinked and looked up only to see that his eyes had shifted from the trees to glance at her.
Horrified that she’d been caught, Aya sputtered out an excuse, “There was a statement in the book and I was simply trying to see if it was true!”
“Very clever,” he said although the amusement in his eyes told her that he was commenting on the fast justification she came up with rather than the art of finding out the truth in the written words. Aya bit her bottom lip and buried her red face in her book, trying without much success, to continue reading.
What was it about Caine Lacquer that attracted her like a moth to a flame? She knew what other women saw in him: charm, power, and a body that even men lusted after. But what did she see in him? She wasn’t low enough to be attracted to someone just because they happened to be dashingly handsome and irresistibly charming. No. Aya wanted more in a man. She wanted his reassurance, she wanted his attention, protection, and his word of honor. But most of all, and she wanted his love. She blinked. But that was quite hypocritical of her. For one thing, Aya would rather embrace thorn filled roses than fall in love. When she was a child she'd learned that being too close to someone was a wonderful feeling and that being torn away from them was like having one's arm ripped off. At the age of eighteen, she was once again introduced to the lesson except this time, it was betrayal, the hidden blade, that had stabbed her heart. In one short strike, Ian's killing move had managed to end her life as well as her illusions about pure love.
And now, a cynic at heart, Aya knew that no matter what, she would always be able to turn away and close her heart because she would never truly love someone. And that was why she was always cold and distant towards others, most especially to her suitors. She could not and would never reciprocate such a pure emotion as love. She would never put herself in such a vulnerable position again.
And besides, because of the deadly toxins in her body, she was forced into chastity lest she unintentionally hurt someone's p***s in the middle of sexual intercourse. She was sterile as well. No living being could ever survive in her womb without some sort of protection. What man would love her?
“Aya,” Caine softly called as he gazed at her fondly. The Ice Queen looked up from the pages of her blue hardbound book to meet his stare defiantly. He gave her a smile that every woman in the citadel swooned over and while she was preoccupied with keeping her cheeks from turning a bright shade of red, sneakily snatched away her book. She protested but he simply closed it, using a leaf as a bookmark before putting it down on the chair beside him, well out of her reach.
“To look beyond means to see things that others cannot,” he said, quoting the book. Aya simply stared at him in confusion and she was about to ask him what he was trying to say when he continued, “this also implies to oneself.”
That didn't make a lick of sense either and it clearly showed on her face. Caine simply waved it off and changed the subject to something mundane: the recent attacks of the Adelhyde Society. Perhaps someday, Aya would look beyond her own thoughts and see what he saw whenever he caught sight of her: an enchanting lady who was willing to give everything she had to the people that she loved.
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silver_halcyon generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
62!
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 6:54 pm
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