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Today's word is: pretty
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Today's word is: pretty
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on 2007-09-24 01:07 pm (UTC)Sarah flicked her long black hair over her shoulder and sighed. A blowfly buzzed around the head in front of her. She wasn't surprised. Jordan Brown was the smelliest boy in the school. Flies always made a beeline for him. Beeline? Maybe that should have been flyline. That sounded more like a tightrope. Tightrope walkers were amazing. They were like cats, so graceful and elegant bouncing along a rope withou-
"Sarah?"
She jerked awake, her pencil dropping on the floor with a clatter. The blood rose up to her face as she heard snickers from around the classroom.
Mr Parker, the history teacher, was giving her a disapproving stare.
"Not listening? Who can help Sarah out?"
Libby Marrow's hand shot up. Mr Parker ignored her.
"Anyone?"
Libby was practically jumping out of her seat. Sarah exchanged a look with her best friend, Jasmine. They both rolled their eyes.
"Come on, people, we went over this last week. The time leading up to World War II. What was it?"
Sarah was surprised that Libby hadn't wet her pants with excitement. At last, Mr Parker seemed to realise that most of the class had fallen asleep in the summer heat.
"Libby?"
"The Great Depression," she answered. Sarah was tempted to mimic her, but Jasmine beat her to it. They both giggled. Mr Parker frowned and opened his mouth to rebuke them.
BRIIIIIIIIIING!
Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief. "Saved by the bell," she whispered.
Sarah nodded in agreement, but her mind was on other things. Dominic, the most handsome boy in the school by far, was hanging around outside the classroom. Why? She swallowed hard and followed Jasmine out of the door. Mr Parker was yelling something about an assignment due next week. She realised she had meant to ask him about that. Oh, too bad. It could wait.
'Act cool. Flick your hair. Smile. Don't drop your books. Smile, dammit, smile!'
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on 2007-09-25 03:58 am (UTC)Fandom/original: Original
Characters: Silver
Rating: be safe pg13
Word count: 350
There was always something about him that made heads turn; more than the waist length silver hair. It wasn't the quicksilver eyes that flashed emotions that he wouldn't show outwardly. It was subtle as it yelled in your face - up close and personal. It took you, gripped and shook you, all to look at him.
His lithe body, sensual grace and perfectly bowed lips all called to a watcher. Silver was pretty, but there was something more than his feminine androgyny. The way his skin glowed and the sparkle he held in his eyes when you're on his stretcher.
It's like Silver only had eyes for you, made everything better; the pain of finding a vein for the IV drip in the arm, pain so bad it made stars dance behind closed lids. Nothing felt as good as when that seductive nurse placed his porcelain hand on your forehead. It whipped pain away like a sling shot; sudden and almost startling.
Deep blue kissed at the yellow moon in the sky, a faint fairy ring of dancing greens played in their joining, the mist covering it as if it was a scene far too private. There was, however, no silence during that moonlit coupling; alarms and claxons rang through the first floor of the wards, as well as outside. It was nothing new for those who worked there for a deal of time, for those who could handle such intense sights and pains - one almost wondered if they were sadists, or masochists to stay.
Silver eyes ran over the switchboard and fingers followed: Screens shut, partitions slammed shut and all emergency staff geared up in padded scrubs. Thin but super durable gloves were slipped onto fingers as the ER room doors slid open. Medics ran in pushing a stretcher with their patient - a man hidden behind fabric of assassins. Blood pumped out at an alarming rate; medical terms danced through the air.
"What caused this?"
"We don't know. we found him like this after a call came in."
"He looks like he was punctured."
"It's not pretty under the cloths."
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on 2007-09-25 11:00 am (UTC)Fandom/original: Dragonball Z
Characters: BojackxZarbon
Rating: R for yaoi, gore and necrophilia.
Word count: 292
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on 2007-09-25 01:34 pm (UTC)Fandom/original: Firefly
Characters: Kaylee, Simon
Rating: G
Word count: 213
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on 2007-09-26 05:26 pm (UTC)Fandom/original: Original
Characters: Zulnith/Emily
Rating: PG
Word count: 225
"Zulnith, do you still find me pretty?" Emily asked sweetly while Zulnith froze in mid step.
It was the question every husband feared from the pregnant wife and he had no idea how to answer it. Swallowing the nervous lump in his throat, he turned around to look back at his wife who was laying on the bed, arms resting over her swollen stomach as she impatiently waited for an answer. "Why ask something like that?" he blurted out, eyes widening when Emily's eyes narrowed in what he assumed was annoyance.
"Answer the question, Zulnith."
"Answer mine first."
"I asked my question first!"
"Well I want a reason before I answer yours!"
"Well I'm your wife who's ready to give birth any day now to your /third/ child so I say you answer mine first!" she snapped, always playing that card when she wanted to get her way. After she did that Zulnith knew he could ignore her or give in and neither choice came without it's consequences. If he chose the first one she would cry and bitch for hours and the second one would only make what little pride he had left die a slow, painful death. "So?" she insisted.
"Of course I find you pretty." Zulnith said slowly, making sure he thought his answer through before he said it and when Emily's eyes lit up and she smiled at him, he knew he had dodged a bullet.
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on 2007-09-27 08:13 pm (UTC)Fandom/original: Doctor Who
Characters: Rose Tyler (Implied Doctor x Rose)
Rating: K / G
Word count: 499
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on 2007-09-29 02:59 pm (UTC)Fandom/original: So Weird
Characters: Carey Bell/Jack Phillips
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 275
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on 2007-10-03 07:32 pm (UTC)Fandom:Dr Who
Characters:Jack/Martha
Rating:PG
Word count:461
Spoilers:Last of the Time Lords
Notes: When I saw the word, a line jumped up at me, and I was in a Jack/Martha place at the time... I apologise...
Waking Up Safe (http://helsinkibaby.livejournal.com/256751.html#cutid1)
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on 2007-12-01 01:39 am (UTC)Fandom/original: bones
Characters: brennan, bones
Rating: pg
Word count: 123
my mistake
on 2007-12-01 01:40 am (UTC)