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A little something-something I saw on another site a while back. I thought it'd be fun to try, and maybe some of you guys'll do it, too.

Basically, you have to write nonstop for ten minutes. Don't hesitate, don't look back, just go. When your ten minutes is up, STOP, no matter how far you are from the end of your story.

And, uh, that's about it.

I guess I'll get to it, then. Wish me luck~



The clock on the microwave read 3:16, but really it was half-past eigth. I stepped out of the bathroom with my hair still dripping. Steam drifted out and dissappeared. We had the fireplace going, but the apartment was cold.

Eleanor was sprawled out on the floor under the Christmas tree witha cigarette between her lips. She liked watching me and Molly this time of year - she could smoke inside, and blame the smell on the fireplace when my parents got home. They never suspected a thing.

Eleanor lived downstairs from us, and babysat for me and my step-sister when my parents were out. She was fifteen then, four years older than I was, but she didn't talk down to me like most teenagers did. I was smaller than she was, but as far as she was concerned, we were on the same level. She wasn't very pretty, but I liked her anyway.

The TV was off now - Molly had gone to bed. I glanced down the hallway toward her bedroom. No lights under the door. Eleanor and I were alone.

The fire was dying now. The room was bathed in twinkling red and white lights, from the tree. An ugly porcelain angel watched us from the top, jugding us with those sloppily-painted eyes of hers.

Eleanor looked up as I approached. She smiled, rolling onto her side to look me in the face. Her short blue skirt hiked up on her thigh, just a little bit. If she noticed, it didn't seem to bother her. She took another drag of her cigarette.

"Go dry off," she told me, "You're gonna catch a cold."

"You don't get a cold by being cold," I said, "It's a virus."

I was hoping she'd be impressed, but she just smirked. "Smartass."

She rolled onto her stomach, then got up on her hands and knees. I tried to sneak a peek up her skirt, but the room was too dark. She seized a chunk of wood from the pile beside the fire and tossed it in.

"Your mom called," she said, "They'll be home in like an hour, so..."

She turned to look at me and caught me staring. She sat down, and kept talking like she hadn't noticed a thing.

"They want you in bed before they get back. Or else I'll get in trouble. But you don't have to go yet."

"Oh, uh, OK..."

There was an awkward kind of pause, then she said, "C'mere."

"What for?" I asked, feeling suddenly suspicious.

"Just come here."

I walked toward her. She grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me down to my knees. The sudden pain made me flinch.

Her hand curled around my waist. I saw in the dim light that her eyes were dialated.

She flicked her cigarette into the fireplace.



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Oh geez...that was intense...deadlines are scary

Soooyeah. If anybody's reading this, you should do one, too!

Um, a ten-minute story, not a shotacon.

Though you can do one of those, too, I guess.

"It's beautiful!" I exclaimed, twirling around in the fat, fluffy flakes that were swirling around me as I laughed.
"You've actually never seen snow before?" My friend Demetri asked, the flakes getting stuck in the spiky part of his hair. A smile was on his face as he watched me dance, making myself look like a toddler, no doubt.
"I moved from Florida - the coldest it gets there is sixty." I stopped twirling and looked over at him, a huge smile on my face.
"Wow, Holly..." he said, shaking his head even though he was still smiling. Slowly, he walked over to me, leaving his footprints in the gathering snow. He stopped about a foot in front of me, holding out his hand.
"May I have this dance?" he asked me, his smile turning crooked, teasing but happy. Going along with his question, I curtsied like I had a skirt on over my jeans and took his hand while his other hand placed itself on my waist. We started dancing, but it wasn't upbeat, like how I'd thought he'd lead - it was rather slow, as if we were a couple.
It's odd how some things that I think come true.
He stopped dancing only about a minute after we'd started, a far-away look on his face. "What's up?" I asked him, and his eyes returned to my face, a twinkle in the sky-blue hue.
"Holly, what would you say if I said that I knew someone who liked you?" he asked, the teasing tone in his voice gone now. Was this going where I thought it was going? I mean, Demetri was probably my best friend, but I really don't know if I liked him that much....did I?
"Um...I would ask you 'who is it'?" I replied. He nodded, as if he expected as much.
"Now what would you say if I told you that you saw that person almost everyday?" he asked, moving an inch closer. It was then that I realized that he still had his hand on my waist, and that his other hand had dropped there as well.
"I'd probably guess and get it wrong every single time," I replied, my voice as whisper as my breath clouded in front of me.
"Now what would you say if...." he trailed, taking a hand from my waist and placing it on my cheek, fire against ice. Leaning forward, he hesitated for a second before my lips, but I wasn't stopping him, and so he brushed his lips ever so lightly against mine.
"...if I did that?" he finished his question from before, the crooked smile back on his lips.
"I'm speechless," I said, smiling, before I placed my arms around his neck and pulled him forward into a deeper, sweeter kiss.