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Feb. 5th, 2008 @ 10:50 am Closing Community
As many of you probably noticed, prompts were no longer coming. Unfortunately with time constraints and RL issues, we've decided to close the community.

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Jan. 5th, 2008 @ 12:04 am December 2007: Prompt 1: Unwanted Answers

Nature has that habit of kicking you with what you need when you least want it.

Fandom: Prétear
Character: Hayate
Word Count: 159
((OOC: And apologies for lateness, but it seems everyone's forgot about here in the holiday time. :D))
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Jan. 2nd, 2008 @ 07:51 pm December 2007 Prompt #006: Security is Superstition

Security isn't anything more than superstition.

[Jack Spicer, Xiaolin Showdown, 160 words]
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Dec. 22nd, 2007 @ 11:39 am December Prompt 5 - Map and Compass

Map and Compass

Gwen stared down at the map, her mind going over everything that she’d read about the Key of Gondolar. It would have been nice if the mystics from the Qraqtoria dimension had their portal entrance marked with a big neon Las Vegas sign. She tucked a strand of unruly curly hair behind her ear and muffled a growl of frustration. The Amazon rain forest covered the area on the map and she knew that there were probably hundreds of mounds that the Key could be in.

“If this is some damn wild goose chase and the Key really is a myth, I’m taking all the Aztec items I find along the way.”

Nicole laughed at her boss and handed Gwen a glass of wine. “You would do that whether it’s a myth or not.”

Gwen’s lips twitched as she sipped the liquid. “True, but I wouldn’t take as many if I knew I’d find the Key. It’s going to net a lot of money on the black market.” She turned to Nicole with a wide smile, “I’m hoping for a bidding war.”

Her gaze turned back toward the map and placed her finger next to where the small compass lay. “That’s as good a place as any to start the search. The coordinates match the journal entries on the Watcher Diary.” After months, Gwen had finally realized that if you wrote down the month and date of each entry that mentioned a key, it was longitude and latitude.

She raised her crystal wine goblet, clicking the rim against Nicole. “Here’s to a very profitable adventure.”

Muse: Gwen Raiden
Fandom: Angel the Series
Word Count: 265
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Dec. 19th, 2007 @ 10:46 am December Prompt 1 - Gods wish to punih us

When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.

You know when you die, your life is supposed to flash in front of you? It doesn't. Maybe because I'm a cocktail or maybe because fate likes to laugh or crap all over me I didn't get the movie version of this is your life. I got a movie of don't you wish this is what happened instead of what did. How's that for crapping on you?

I faced a cloned version of me. She was a little bit older than I was when I'd escaped Manticore. It's weird looking at yourself but you know it's not you, especially when the bitch is holding a gun at you. In my 'don't you wish' movie, I knocked the gun out of her hand and made it away safely with Zack's help.

We were all at Crash celebrating the victory. Zack and Logan were getting along, which should have been my clue. Then Logan and I had some unfinished business that had been interrupted by the mission that needed to be taken care of. In my movie, his apartment was filled with candles. The soft glow from the candlelight made everything look softer, even Logan's features as he looked at me.

We began to kiss, but not the quick press of lips of desperation before one of us has to leave. They were the long, and slow drawn out kind of kisses where you want to savor the other's taste forever. Fate has a sick sense of humor, too. It wouldn't let me finish that dream before reality busted its way inside.

In the middle of Logan and me making love for the first time, a shadow of a raven flew overhead. It startled me enough to break off the drugging kisses. That was a mistake. That was when the dream/vision/movie went to shit. Logan's hand was suddenly covered in blood as it lay over my chest, and that's when I knew it was what I wish had happened instead of what did.

Instead of making love with Logan for the first time, I had been shot in the heart. Sometimes life sucks.

Max Guevera/X5-452 ~*~ Dark Angel ~*~ 351 words ~*~ Comments
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Dec. 18th, 2007 @ 11:18 pm December 2007 - 003 Risk

If you don’t risk anything, you risk more.
Erica Jong

That some other smaller things might come to light, well, that was a risk she'd have to accept if life was to move forward.

Isabel Giovanni // World of Darkness: Vampire the Masquerade // 321 words // warnings: none
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Dec. 11th, 2007 @ 03:29 pm [CM] December Prompt - Risk

If you don't risk anything you can lose it all. Life is full of making risks to gain things. Everyday we step outside you are taking a risk in this world. See stepping out you could get in an accident. Get run over. Get shot. But if you lock yourself away inside to hide away from the risks of life you are risking so much more.

Risking missing out on love. Risking missing out on life. See you hide away you aren't living, you are just existing. I know this well because it is how I spent life. Avoiding things. Now I have less then a year to live and I finally found love. I never risked my heart because of my job, and now I lose everything.

Maybe I will get lucky and Sam will find a way out of this for me. I'll get to see my little girl Mary grow up. One can hope right?

Dean Winchester // Supernatural // 158 Words
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Dec. 11th, 2007 @ 03:07 pm [CM] November Prompt - Lightning

Spoilers for Season 3 episode Red Sky at Morning. )

Dean Winchester // Supernatural // 213 Words
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Dec. 11th, 2007 @ 01:50 pm [CM] December Prompt - Best Thing in the World

The best thing in the world is waking up next to Rachel Berrisford every morning. Laying in her arms at night. Holding her warm body close to mine and feeling her snuggle into me. Placing my hand down on her stomach and feeling that bump that swells a bit more it seems. Feeling our baby move when my hand is there. Feeling her place her hand over mine when it's on her stomach. The smile on her face as she leans into me and kisses me. Looking down at our hands and seeing the wedding rings. Knowing I married the most important person in my life. That is the best thing in the world. Knowing I have my own family. That I am more then a genetically enhanced super soldier.

Being free to be who I am. Free to have love. Free to have children. Free to do what I want.

Alec McDowell // Dark Angel // 151 Words
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Dec. 11th, 2007 @ 01:37 pm [CM] November Prompt - Serendipity

Serendipity? Easy enough for me to talk about seeing as it pretty much means finding something that you like without having been looking for it. The one thing that comes to mind automatically that fits that. Meeting Rachel Berrisford and falling in love. I went in there on a simple mission to find out about Robert Berrisford and how much he knew concerning Manticore and their genetic experiments. To do so easy, play nice piano teacher with his daughter.

Then I saw Rachel that first time and right there I think was the end. We hadn't even talked but she had my attention. Maybe at first it was me being a typical guy. She was hot and female. Instincts for me and my siblings is strong. As I got to know her I could feel how I felt changing even if I didn't understand what I was feeling. We weren't engineered for that. I knew I was in love with her the moment she told me she loved me.

How things went down in the end hurt more then anything. Rushing out and being too late. Thinking Rachel was gone and being dragged away. Having them detonate the bomb instead just so it was done. Just the whole meeting Rachel, falling in love, and realizing I was more then Manticore allowed me to be, that is Serendipity right there.

Alec McDowell // Dark Angel // 229 Words
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Dec. 10th, 2007 @ 11:30 am December 2007 004.

004. Graveyard in fog )
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Dec. 4th, 2007 @ 12:25 pm December 07 - #6 Security

"Security isn't anything more than superstition. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all." Helen Keller

Ambrogino Giovanni
World of Darkness
182 words
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Dec. 1st, 2007 @ 11:30 am December 2007 Prompts
December 2007 Prompts

001. When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers. Oscar Wilde, An Ideal husband, 1893
002. The best thing in life is… 003. If you don’t risk anything, you risk more. Erica Jong
004. Graveyard in fog 005. Map and Compass 006. "Security isn't anything more than superstition. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all." Helen Keller
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Nov. 30th, 2007 @ 11:55 pm November 2007 Prompt #002: Personal Ritual

Lucky boxers, check.

[Jack Spicer, Xiaolin Showdown, 180 words]
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Dec. 1st, 2007 @ 12:09 am November 2007 #4

There's something about lightning that evokes an almost primal fear and awe in me. I knows now that its just a short electrical discharge of high voltage between clouds or clouds and the ground, there is just something about it that makes me just want to stop.

231 Words
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Nov. 24th, 2007 @ 06:32 pm November 2007 Prompt 4: Lightning

Storms in Leafenia are nothing like storms in the human world...
Fandom: Prétear
Character: Hayate
Word Count: 203
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Nov. 21st, 2007 @ 11:25 am November Prompt 2 - Personal ritual

Personal ritual. We all have them, little superstitions that we all follow. What’s yours?

Does going to the same place to clear your head count as a personal ritual? Maybe it started with Ben's high place to talk to the Blue Lady, who knows. All I know, is that I just like going to the Needle and looking down at the city. Sometimes I think about the people and that everyone down there's got problems. Maybe not the same problems that I do, but problems, and if I sit up there long enough, I start to feel like one of them. A normal girl trying to get by in a broken world.

Whenever I have to think, or psych myself up for something I hit the Needle. It's quiet and I know that Manticore or the drones can't get me when I'm up there. They don't fly that high to capture me on film. Like I said, I don't know if it's because Ben was sure that we'd find the answers to everything up in the high place or just that I know no one can get me there. Doesn't really matter, just know it works.

Max Guevera/X5-452 ~*~ Dark Angel ~*~ 182 words
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Nov. 12th, 2007 @ 09:58 am November 2007 002.

002. Personal ritual. We all have them, little superstitions that we all follow. What’s yours? )
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Nov. 9th, 2007 @ 09:05 pm Prompt 3 - Serendipity

I never believed in Serendipity, luck, or whatever you want to call it. I only believed in myself, and only romantics or people with their head up their ass think that luck exists.

That was my philosophy in life, until I literally fell into a treasure. Was it Serendipity, or was it Fate, or are they the same? Who knows? All I know is that thanks to rotten wood, I fell through a roof and landed in an attic of an abandoned home. On the upside, a small wooden chair broke my fall and the guards never did find where I went.

After I dusted myself off and waited for the pain that reverberated along my spine to die down, I noticed a shimmering coming through a small hole in the wall. Amazing what you can see when you can’t straighten up for a bit. The glistening was a mirrored surface on top of a hand carved wood and ivory box. The pain in my back was instantly forgotten as I made the hole larger so I could get a better look at what was hidden.

The ivory alone was worth enough money to feed me for a month if I could figure out how to clean the box up. When you live on the streets, gaining a reputation as a thief, you learn that almost anything is worth money. The old lock on the box took me about fifteen seconds to pick and my breath caught when I opened the box. Frankly, I expected some stupid letters, or a journal, but definitely family heirlooms forgotten. I sure as shit didn’t expect to see gold bullion. Three hundred fifty dollars an ounce and there was at least twenty gold coins in the box.

I may have always believed that suckers were the only ones that believed in luck, but seven thousands dollars worth of gold coin changed my mind. Was it Serendipity, or was it Fate? Either way, I made it work for me and that’s still my philosophy. Take whatever Fate, Luck, Serendipity gives you, and make it an advantage.

Muse: Gwen Raiden
Fandom: Angel the Series
Word Count; 350
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Nov. 9th, 2007 @ 06:45 pm November Prompt 2
Personal ritual. We all have them, little superstitions that we all follow. What’s yours?

Okay, this is really embarrassing. Not super embarrassing, just really. The first night of my tour with Michelle Branch I had horrible stage fright. The kind where you wonder if you can die from it, or wondering if death would be better than the giants that were stomping around in your stomach. Oh no, I didn't have butterflies trust me, I had big ol' giants stomping around.

Anyway, I'm trying not to freak out that there will be hundreds of people watching me make an ass of myself. The only thing that I could think of was the songs to Les Miserable. Don't ask me why that popped into my head, it's not like I sing show tunes all the time. Maybe my subconscious was telling me that I was about to get massacred like the student revolt in Paris. It doesn't really matter why my brain picked those songs to calm me down, what really matters was that it worked.

I sat under the makeup table, singing softly to myself and by the time they came to get me to open for the Wreckers, my nerves were calmer. They were never calm that night, that would be an impossibility, but they were calm enough to let me sing without fainting on stage.

Since it worked so well that night, I tried it again the next night and the next. I have no idea when it became a ritual, but there is no way I will sing in front of people without singing at least one song from Les Miserable.

Muse: Haley James Scott
Fandom: One Tree Hill
Word count: 260
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