sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Taking Chances...
Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Warnings: Language.
Prompt: #123 - Imagine (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

"I can't turn you over to the council. Know why? They'll kill you. It's protocol."

"Shouldn't you, though? I mean, I'm a wizard, and... dangerous, right?"

"Eager to die, kid?" the old woman chuckled, as his expression turned to one of confusion and concern.

"But, what if I ruin everything?"

"I imagine you could. But I can tell you this—I'd rather be put to death for the mistake of keeping you alive, than live the rest of my life knowing I might have fucked up mankind's only chance to redeem itself."
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: No Vacancy
Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Warnings: Violence, language.
Prompt: #117 - Space (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

“I just need a room for tonight,” I said.

The girl behind the counter seemed nervous. “We’re... full, sir.”

She was definitely lying to me; the “vacancy” light was on in the window behind her. The question was, why? For a moment, I considered confronting her, but decided against it. Something wasn’t right here. Whatever her problem was, I didn’t want to make it mine.

Before I turned to go, I made the mistake of looking at the floor in front of the counter. Spreading like warm maple syrup, a pool of crimson liquid was seeping from something underneath.

Shit.”

Revenge...

Aug. 9th, 2011 04:54 am
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Revenge
Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Warnings: Violence.
Prompt: #114 - Value (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

"Hurry," he whispered directly to her mind. "Destroy me."

There was no way she could further protest his wishes; time was running out. A decision had to be made. And fast.

"Don't let our efforts be wasted," he said. His desperate mental scream forced her to action. "Please!"

She plunged the stake into his heart and fell to her knees. As his ashes settled onto her like a coating of freshly fallen snow, she felt the emptiness of his absence for the first time. A quiet whimper escaped her trembling lips.

Nothing mattered anymore, not even revenge.
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Influence
Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Warnings: Violence.
Prompt: #113 - Influence (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

"There's been a breach downtown, m'lord," his subordinate said, as she turned on the television.

The elder directed his gaze reluctantly to the flickering screen in the corner of the room where the nightly news was being reported live. He hated all technology, especially television, but even he had to admit that keeping up to date on current events was better than maintaining his stalwart, old-fashioned standards.

"Have our contact in the police department cover it up," he said. He pointed his finger at the television with purpose. "And kill that reporter. She no longer works for me."
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Shield
Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Warnings: Violence.
Prompt: #86 - Cover (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

As the last moments of dusk faded from the evening sky, she tightened her grip on his hand. She could just barely make out the silhouettes of several men lingering in the darkness ahead.

"Trouble up there," he said, kissing her forehead. "Let's turn back."

Before they could escape, thundering footsteps overtook them. Hooded men cornered her boyfriend, punching and kicking him ruthlessly until he fell to the ground. Shoving her way into the crowd, she used her body to shield him from their blows.

With her last breath she whispered, "I love you," before her world faded into obscurity.
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Leaving
Original Fiction
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Warnings: None.
Prompt: #85 - Pain (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

Abandoning her former life hadn’t hurt as much as she’d expected. Instead, leaving everything behind had filled her with an undeniable sense of satisfaction. She hadn’t bothered to say goodbye to anyone, nor had she made an effort to tell her landlord that she was moving out. She had simply quit her job, thrown away most of her belongings, and disappeared.

The pain came later, when a chance meeting revealed the truth of things: she hadn’t been missed. Most people hadn’t even realized she’d left.

For the first time, she knew what it meant to be truly and utterly alone.
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Picture This
Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Warnings: Implied drug use.
Prompt: #76 - Wasteland (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles

Drug paraphernalia littered the bed, surrounding the two lifeless bodies he was supposed to be photographing. For a moment, the items strewn about almost seemed to take on a pattern, as if someone had thoughtfully placed them that way.

This was a routine crime scene with no suspects. Two junkies had gotten into some bad stuff without knowing it, no doubt trying to escape the wasteland their lives had become.

They looked so alive, so vital; it was creeping him out in ways he couldn't explain. The stress of seeing all these dead bodies was definitely catching up to him.
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Hero
Original Fiction
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: #61 - Mouth (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

When confronted with the reality of having to go into the gaping mouth of the cave to rescue our friend, I wasn't surprised to see Simon balk. He wasn't one to take kindly to anything that resembled actual work, unless it benefited him personally in some way.

"If you don't want to go, you don't have to," I said.

"Well, hurry up then," he said. "You've got ten minutes."

I left him behind and stepped into the darkness alone. My voice quieted, betraying the nervousness I was feeling. "Someone's got to be the hero. Guess it's going to be me."
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Understand the Difference
Original Fiction
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: #60 - Accident (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

"It won’t happen again. You have to believe me."

"What makes you think you deserve any of my trust?" He turned away, either unable or unwilling to look at me. He was shutting me out and I was losing him. "You cheated on me. With him. After you told me so many times that you were just friends."

The sinking feeling in my gut only intensified as I tried to explain. "I didn’t mean to. It was an accident--"

"No," he said, with a coldness that I hadn’t expected. "It was a mistake. You don’t seem to understand the difference..."
sterling: (Default)
Title: Survivor
Original Fiction
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Cloud (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

It was the last time she ever heard her own name. Frightening mushroom clouds had blocked out the sunlight, and the world as she knew it had disappeared in an instant. The memory of that day stayed with her, even though the very thought of it made her heart ache with longing.

Yet, somehow she had survived.

"A fantasy," she thought, as her eyes scanned the silent valley below. "The word 'survivor' isn't just a fantasy."

She knew her chances of finding anyone alive were slim, but she continued, allowing what little hope she had left to carry her onward.
sterling: (Default)
Title: Futility
Original Fiction
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Fate (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

"I was listening to that," she said.

"Radio programs are a waste of time," he said, finger pressed firmly against the power switch.

"That's your opinion."

She stopped talking, as she caught a glimpse of his face. His eyes were clear and calm, but there was something unnatural hiding within his expression that she couldn't identify.

"I should go," he said.

"What's wrong?"

He hesitated, and she strained to hear him.

"Do you ever get the feeling..." He shook his head, and turned to leave. "Never mind."

"Wait, James..."

"Just promise me one thing, alright? Don't turn it back on."
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Dangerous Instinct
Original Fiction
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 100
A/N: The desire to drink blood...
Prompt: Drink (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

A steady shudder surged through his body as she pressed herself up against him. He struggled to stop his fangs from pushing through to the surface, a constant reminder that he was never in complete control of his dangerous instinct. Crushing his mouth closed, his eyes watered, as sharp teeth scraped against his bottom lip, drawing two thin ribbons of blood that rippled jaggedly down his chin: crimson, welling, and defiant.

“You’ll protect me, won’t you?”

He grunted, gasping for air, unable to respond to her. His heart said yes, but the rest of him undeniably said no.
sterling: (Default)
Title: Fallout
Original Fiction
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Fall (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

Erikk was lost in his own heart, trying to escape the desolate field of ruin and decay that he had become. His world had been shattered by the explosive finality of her words: I don't love you anymore. In the fallout, despair had settled upon him like a thick blanket of ash, smothering and destroying him.

“He's been unconscious for a week,” the doctor said. “Keeps talking about bombs, and the authorities are asking questions. Any idea what he means?”

“I wouldn't know,” she lied. In his darkness, more bombs fell, and ashes continued to rain down from the sky.
sterling: (Default)
Title: The Dream
Original Fiction
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Symbol (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

Yesterday, she told him that she loved him. Fragmented images flashed through his mind, as he tried in vain to remember the details of the dream: the lamplit city street, the spicy scent of her clove-flavored breath, the way she covered her mouth with her hand to hide her beautiful smile.

He had to find her. Thousands of unanswered questions besieged him; there must have been something he’d missed among his rapidly fading memories. His stomach turned with an inexplicable sense of urgency. He was positive that he didn't have much time.

If only he knew where to start.
sterling: (Sephiroth - Creativity)
Title: Relic
Original Fiction
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Symbol (for [community profile] fiction_drabbles)

The sword had lost its lustrous shine years ago. Just how long ago was almost impossible to discern. Like its wielder, the blade looked as though it was as old as time itself: A relic of a forgotten age, when things were different, and honor meant something.

Yet, the stranger exuded confidence as he walked down the street, as if he knew that everyone watching had a healthy dose of respect for the fact that his weapon was not just a decoration. Even the thugs steered clear of him. In this neighborhood, that's not only unheard of, it's a miracle.

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