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Okay heres mine....not very long though....

My sister and I had always been trouble-makers, which is why our mother always wanted us to play outside, where we couldn’t break anything. But much to her dismay, there were always a few days where it would rain, leaving us no choice but to play inside. Today was such a day and my mother had restricted us to the living-room. We didn’t listen; we played hide- and-seek all over the house, and even got into our fathers study where we moved around his books. We knew we would get in trouble for it later, but we didn’t care. It was while we were in fathers study that we heard a weird noise.

It sounded like tapping on glass, so we looked out the window, but there was nothing there. We could still hear it of course and the sound was coming from inside the room. We looked around and noticed the noise was coming from behind some of the books behind father’s desk. We moved the books and there, in a glass jar, sat a beautiful fairy. She was pale and glowed slightly; her purple garments were so beautiful as did her wings. She gestured for them to open the jar, but just at that moment they heard their father returning from home. With one sad glance at the fairy they put her back on the shelf and hid her behind the books again. She was just going to have to wait for another day.

Cool idea! Let's see...

Okay, these are the main characters from my 2007 NaNoWriMo novel Breach.

Roan sat in the middle of the couch, his knees drawn up to his chest, listening to the pounding of the rain upon the roof. Every now and then, a gust of wind would hit the side of the house with a muffled whoomph, sending the rain tickity-ticking against the windows. Gnawing at his lip, he stared at the TV without seeing it, waiting, hoping, praying.

He didn't mind the rain, or the wind, but the weather report had called for strong thunderstorms in the area, and there was nothing he hated more than thunder.

He raised his head, his heart pounding, and strained to hear above the drumming rain. Was that a rumble?

"Ishaan?" He glanced toward the open doorway of Ishaan's study.

"It's the train," Ishaan replied without breaking the rhythm of his typing.

"Are you sure?" Roan asked, unfolding himself and rising from the couch. Ishaan's typing ceased and Roan heard him sigh.

"I've been living here my whole life. It's the train." No sooner had Ishaan spoken than the thin, high wail of the train whistle cut through the steady roar of the rain overhead. "See?" Ishaan said, and he returned to his computer.

With a sigh, Roan turned and picked up the TV remote. He started to turn the TV off, but a narrow black readerboard strip had appeared at the bottom of the screen, white letters scrolling by.

"Severe weather advisory," Roan read aloud. "Forecasts predict severe thunderstorms throughout the Livaryn Basin--Ishaan, where are we?"

"The Livaryn Basin," Ishaan replied with what sounded suspiciously like a chuckle.

"Well, s**t," Roan muttered under his breath and he turned the TV off. "And don't laugh at me," he added, stepping over into Ishaan's doorway. "I can't help it if I was traumatized as a child."

"I don't think you ever told me about that," Ishaan said, the blue-white light from his computer screen washing the tan from his rugged face. "What happened?"

"My brother and I were playing on the roof of our apartment building. I was six, I think, and lightning struck the fire escape not ten feet from where we were standing. We were pelted by bits of smoking brick and it took three days for the ringing in my ears to go away. It was horrifying."

"You shouldn't have been on the roof in inclement weather," Ishaan pointed out, his lips twisting into a half smile as his dark blue eyes shifted to Roan. "Just relax, okay. Go start dinner, or something. The storm will be over be--"

Flash!

Roan ducked, a short scream escaping his throat as he clapped his hands over his ears and tried to block out the sharp, chest-rattling peal of thunder that followed. Only when he was sure that it was over did he raise his head. He jumped, startled to find Ishaan standing beside him.

"You were saying?" Roan asked. Ishaan gave him a soft smile and shook his head, reaching up to brush Roan's messy blond hair back out of his eyes.

"C'mon," Ishaan said, grabbing Roan by the shoulders and turning him around. Roan allowed himself to be pushed out into the living room, but he still groaned.

"I don't feel like cooking, Ishaan--"

"No, no, I though of something else," Ishaan said, steering Roan around the couch and into the bathroom. "You need a hot, relaxing bath." He let go of Roan and stepped over to the large tub, turning the knobs until steaming water was pouring out of the faucet.

"I don't need a bath," Roan protested. "I need earplugs...or a sound-proof room." Ishaan left the water running and returned to Roan, trailing his long fingers down the middle of Roan's chest before grabbing the bottom of Roan's T-shirt.

"Here, let me help you out of those clothes," Ishaan said, slowly pulling the shirt up over Roan's head. As the shirt hit the floor, Roan shook his hair back out of his face and grinned at Ishaan.

"You're enjoying this, aren't--"

Flash! CRACK!

Roan screamed and threw himself at Ishaan, wrapping his arms around the taller man as he hid his face against Ishaan's shoulder. Large, warm hands slid across Roan's back, strong arms enveloping him as he stood, trembling and trying to catch his breath.

"It's okay," Ishaan whispered, resting his cheek against the side of Roan's head. "I've got you." For several moments, they gust stood there, holding each other, and then Ishaan raised his head. "Oops," he said, and disentangled himself from Roan so he could turn off the water before the tub overflowed. When he turned back, Roan reached up, cupped Ishaan's face in his hands, and pulled him down for a slow, deep kiss.

"I love you so much," Roan said, and then he slid his hands down to the front of Ishaan's shirt, his nimble fingers making quick work of the buttons.

"What are you doing?" Ishaan asked, arching one eyebrow as he pretended not to know exactly what Roan was doing. Roan grinned.

"It's a big tub," Roan said, "and until this storm has passed, I'm not letting you out of my arms."

Okay I think I'm just going to give everyone 400g for entering this week and I'll start giving out just one person a prize next week. =D

Though I'll have to get to the goldgiving tomorrow because I have stack of Homework here that needs to get done... gonk

O.o yeah that's about as obsessed as you can get. sweatdrop

eek oh man... i would hate to be her. THAT BETTER NOT BE YOU, CHEEZ!!! and any one, really. if anyone was that obsesive EVERY SINGLE DAY (one day is another thing) then it is the apocalypse. Again.

I don't think obession is a strong enough word for that.... sweatdrop

and I forgot to change the prompt yesterday I HATE FINALS!!!! I'll go ahead and change it today.

OK then, i'll get working on it