| Challenge 151: Author's Choice |
[Mar. 18th, 2010|01:06 am] |
Notes: Thanks so much to ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) fun_demented for the inspiration, empowerment and motivation and I only wrote it so she won't bash me, you rock! ^__^
Title: Easter Surprise
Condom: Babylon
Emmett frowned at two Easter eggs.
‘Which one says “Drew?”’ he wondered. ‘The Valrhona dark, or the vanilla-seeded organic white?’
They looked equally delicious, so he took both.
Near the checkout, rows of milk chocolate bunnies stood at attention. Emmett had to have one. But as he reached for it, a sinewy hand covered his. He turned around.
‘Drew!’
‘I hope that’s for me.’
Emmett discreetly dumped his shopping basket and paid for one foil covered bucktoothed rabbit. He glanced over his shoulder, quirking a smile at Drew.
‘I’ll let you have the ears, but I get the tail.’ |
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| Challenge #151: Author's Choice |
[Mar. 18th, 2010|01:13 pm] |
Title: Camping 1-10
Author: Xie
Condoms: Liberty Diner
Note: From a bunny by bunny
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| Challenge #151: Author's Choice - EXTENDED |
[Mar. 18th, 2010|02:31 pm] |
Bunny has extending the challenge another week. The challenge is still Challenge #151: Author's Choice through to next Wednesday.
The condom battle between Babylon and The Liberty Diner continues!
Bunny gave me strict orders that everyone in fandom must drabble. *See icon*
If anyone would like to post prompts in the comments or request prompts of any kind in the comments go for it. COS YOU'RE ALL GONNA DRABBLE! |
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| *Challenge #151: author's choice* |
[Mar. 18th, 2010|10:36 pm] |
Title: Last Black Shirt
Notes: Thank you to the infinitely patient ahaw9913 for her beta. Not only did she help me with a scene that kills her, she spent LOTS of time and energy doing it! *hugs* I used six words from my lovely fiancee fun_demented for this one. They are: mirror, back, wall, trapped, anger and walk.
And the condom goes to: Liberty Diner.
Brian stared into the mirror. Nothing he saw pleased him. Unaccountably, his frustration morphed into white hot anger and he ripped off the black shirt and started again.
Justin never glanced his way, but Brian knew what he’d see reflected back at him in Justin’s eyes would be even worse than what he saw in himself.
Refusing to be trapped by Justin’s pity and unwilling to admit that he even cared, Brian ripped off yet another shirt, tossing it against the wall. He grabbed the last black shirt in his closet, pulled it on and walked out of the loft. |
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