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15_minute_fic2007-12-17 07:51 pm
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Word #44
Here is your word for the week!
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Today's word is: eldest
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Actually, it'll be your word for the next few weeks. The community will be on a two-week hiatus over the holiday season and will return on the 7th of January. We hope you all have an enjoyable festive season and look forward to more ficlets in the new year.
Don't look at the word until you are ready to write. When your fifteen minutes are up and you have completed your ficlet, you may either post it as a response here, or post a link to the ficlet in your own journal. If posting on your own journal, please hide the prompt word in some way (ie. under an LJ-cut) in order to avoid spoiling it for others.
Today's word is: eldest
You can copy and paste this code when posting your ficlet if desired.
no subject
Fandom/original: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Winry, and the people in her head
Rating: G
Word count: 490
Winry flopped over onto her stomach on that midsummer night and glanced out the window. The sky was aglow with stars. Mysterious, mysterious stars. She couldn't sleep. It was too warm. She felt pretty depressed, too. All because of Ed and Al. Maybe the stars would help.
She got up and left the house, still wearing her work clothes from earlier that evening. She didn't feel entirely present, as though she was a ghost walking through the same rooms she'd been through long ago and would continue to walk forever.
That was not true. Winry was very much alive. She opened the door to the outside and walked out quietly.
Outside, the air was not nearly as stuffy as it had been in the house. She walked away from the house a little and sprawled on the ground to look at the sky above. All those stars…each of them was somehow different, just like her two best friends had been. And now they'd never be back in this world to lie under this sky again.
Somehow, she knew, their hearts beat elsewhere. She could even feel those heartbeats. Maybe they were perfectly synchronized with her own, and feeling her heartbeat was exactly the same as being with one of them.
About four stars formed the vague shape of an "S." S for Selfish. There was a certain unreal joy in knowing that her friends had finally reached their destination. That was the real perplexing issue: Winry knew that even though they had reached a goal once thought impossible, she could not help but wish that they would come back.
A warm breeze wafted through the area. Winry wondered briefly if the same breeze was felt in their world or if different breezes happened at different times. She wanted a way to hold onto them forever, to feel their lives even though they couldn't exactly talk. The ghosts of their childhoods scampered all around the yard.
Memories…those are a way to hold on to friends. They're not the same as having friends there, of course. It suddenly occurred to Winry that for all she knew, Ed and Al could have died by now. But a death doesn't mean a cease in existence, does it? Lots of things exist in the mind which don't exist outside, like "love." Why can't imagined people be said to exist, even after they're dead? Isn't that what a spirit is? Isn't that what one would attempt to bind to a body by alchemy, even once that body was dead?
Had she thought up two Eds and Als, ones who actually exist and ones she could only imagine?
Winry folded her arms above her head and continued to stare into outer space.
No. Ed and Al were who they were. And as long as she remembered them, and wondered about them without ever knowing how they turned out, their souls would be strung together like wind chimes.
no subject
Fandom/original: original
Characters: Ellie & her siblings
Rating: G
Word count: 497
She was the eldest, and that was her only fault.
Her little sister clung to her leg, eyes wide. "I'm hungry." She wanted to tell her to go fix herself some food if she's so hungry, but that would be betrayal, so she sighed and got up from The Chair, named and capitalized as such because it's the only half-decent piece of furniture that inhabits the house. She dragged herself to the kitchen, where the two youngest, the twins, are bouncing a ball on the tile floor.
"Out," she snapped at them, pressing her foot into the small of their backs' to prompt them into moving. They comply, running down the dingy hallway into their shared bedroom, which was also shared by their slightly older brother.
She sighed again and takes a pan out of the cabinet, an old, trusty pan that she has used many times. She filled it with water and sets it back on the stove, twisting the dial so that it will heat quickly. Tossing her head back, she told her sister, "Go get bread." Grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner tonight. Maybe, she hoped, Mom will come home a little earlier than usual, and she can have some too. She makes good grilled cheese sandwiches.
"Here, Ellie," her sister said, sliding across the floor in her haste to hand over the bread. Ellie took them and began spreading butter methodically. She glanced at the clock while her sister entertained herself with a picture book. The other two girls should be home by now. It was barely time for the streetlights to go out, and she didn't want them wandering home with the streetlights out. Ellie shuddered and paused before flinging the bread down into the pan.
"I'n gonna go find Millie and Karina," she said to her sister. "Watch the boys." Her sister nodded.
"Okay." Ellie slipped on her coat and opened the door, wincing at the force of the wind. She closed it softly and leaned over the railing of the steps, peering down the sidewalk. Her face relaxed when she saw the familiar form of her sisters half-running towards her, panting.
"Ellie!" Karina said breathlessly when they had gotten there. "We're sorry we're late."
"Yeah," Millie piped up, pulling the elastic out of her hair. "We're sorry." Ellie sighed.
"Whatever. Don't do it again. Come on. Dinner's cooking." The girls rushed inside, slamming the door and tossing coats everywhere. Ellie picked them up and lays them over the arm of the worn couch before returning to the kitchen, where each sibling has gathered. They don't notice her, too busy arguing about something or other. Ellie stops. She stares at them.
Three boys, three girls. The oldest was only seven, much younger than her twelve. She observed them with fondness, smiling as she watched Millie pick up the baby, the youngest twin, and settle him on her hip. Where was her mother for this?
She was right here, watching it.
It's the price she paid for being eldest.
no subject
Fandom/original: Original
Characters: Him and Her, siblings, unnamed
Rating: PG
Word count: 211
link:
http://paradigm-se7en.livejournal.com/3290.html
One Gesture
Fandom/original: Slayers
Characters: Xelloss / Amelia / Zelgadiss
Rating: PG
Word count: 482
http://keyspitter.livejournal.com/997.html
no subject
Title: The Eldest Evil
Fandom: Tolkien (The Silmarillion)
Characters: Feanor
Rating: G
Word count: 350
Feanor looked out on the field of slain demons as the cries of the victorious Noldor resounded in the great expanse, underneath the starry sky. He watched as his sons came to him, one by one, and smiled joyously.
"The armies of Morgoth! Ha! Not even fit for fighting Aule's poor fools," boasted the eldest of his sons, who came to stand beside him. Feanor did not smile though; his heart was burning steadily with fury.
"Do not forget, my son --" he murmured abruptly, "-- That we have lost many men in this battle also. The Enemy has more armies in store, the tides of war can change over night, and the pride of our kind has led us to this darkness."
His son eyed him warily, the anxious, jittery voices of the rest of their company now unimportant. He listened.
"And we must follow into this darkness, and become the first! The first of the Eldar to put an end to this bestial Demon..." Feanor trailed off, and paused for a moment, his eyes seeing past everyone in his path, and into the dead eyes of the demonesque bodies that were slain on the dark earth. "The eldest of these demons lies yet in wait... Morgoth, who has no father in Arda."
His eyes lit up with passion and fury; he turned to his son. "Ready our men, Maedros! There is work yet to be finished."
"My lord," his son started respectfully, but hurried on anxiously, as a concerned son would to his apparently insane father. "We've achieved a great victory for tonight. Must we press on? Surely the lands we've already passed can wait for our heroism."
"You are right. Those lands need only wait for our heroism a little longer. For now, the company of the Noldor will march upon Angband, and destroy the first and oldest Evil. Forever and anon we will be known as great crusaders for Justice! ... And I alone... I, Feanor, will be the eldest of a house whose blood has been tainted with the blood of demons. Demons we overcame."
Happy Families
Fandom/original: Original
Characters: First person: Mother and her daughters
Rating: PG or above (death themes)
Word count: 317