meridian_rose

Monster in the Woods
567 words
Original fic
For the getyourwordsout prompt Dungeons and Dragons class: ranger, occupation: fisherman

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I had trouble with these and have more brainstormed that had 7 or more words. Maybe they can be 3 sentence fics in the future! I did eventually manage 10 'fics' with six words for lands_of_magic.

1. He chose me; it was enough.
2. "Matelotage ? Pirate marry you? I do!"
3. One kiss began, and ended it.
4. "Put that down!" "Oops, too late."
5. "I ain't afraid of ...AGH, RUN!"
6. Sometimes even true love isn't enough
7. If only he could've been satisfied.
8. Renewed hope dawned like the sunrise.
9. "Juliet's not dead!" Romeo cried, relieved.
10. Prophecy fulfilled by efforts at prevention.

Some are deliberately generic; some lend themselves to certain fandoms;
#2 Our Flag Means Death but could also be Black Sails or POTC
#5 is a Ghostbusters reference but could be any fandoms with ghosts or supposed ghosts
#7 Alexander Hamilton reference
#9 Alternate ending to "Romeo and Juliet"
#10 Many myths and legends rely on the self-fulfilling prophecy trope.

Fic: Original fic
Pairing: unnamed male/female pairing
Words: 343
Warnings: no warnings apply
Prompt: for the genprompt_bingo prompt 'Freckles'
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3 sentence fics again this month!

Milo

He prowled silently across the room to where she slept, his black coat rendering him almost invisible in the darkened room.

He paused a moment, assessing his target, before he leapt onto her.

“Milo,” she murmured as he pressed into the crook of her legs, happily tucked himself up behind her knees, and began to purr.

Everyday Magic

Throw a coin into a well, blow out a birthday candle, pick up a pin. Small acts of superstition? Yes, but also they are small acts of magic that brighten an otherwise mundane world.

Monsters

"I only kill monsters," the Hunter says, refusing the handful of pennies the young girl in the faded dress is clutching.

Her eyes fill with tears and she persists that surely the reason he's come to her village is to help her, reiterates that Mother's new man is a monster, that he's hurting Mother, that her eye is blackened and there are bruises on her neck like he was trying to choke her soul from her.

"I only kill monsters," the Hunter repeats with a sigh as he walks away, but this much is true: neither he nor Mother's new man were ever seen in the village again.


Mr Wrong and Maybe Mr Right

When Mike yelled at her, "Stop hugging that damn cat, it'll never love you like I do!" while she held Cinnamon close and kissed his nose, his purrs reverberating against her chest, he sealed his fate.

Anyone that jealous of her affection, anyone that hateful towards Cinnamon, wasn't someone she could trust or love, definitely a Mr Wrong.

When Ben first came to her house and greeted Cinnamon with a smile, and Cinnamon pawed at him, wanting to be picked up, she smiled as Ben scooped up the cat and cooed at him; this one might be Mr Right.

This month's theme is 'gatekeeping'. Today's piece looks at gatekeeping and the way Tumblr's ban on adult content directly affected marginalised users including those who are LGBTQ+ and/or women and posited women's bodies as sexual as compared to men's.
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The theme of the month for the writing blogs was 3 sentence fics. I posted 3 x 3 sentence fics to wordpress and tumblr each week and in one batch to my DW fiction blog. I'm also posting all of them here.
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This month's theme was double drabbles (200 words). 4 pieces posted to my original fic/writeblr blogs.
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Mira meets a fellow female fan with a secret at a convention.
For the allbingo meet-ugly prompt "we have been chatting online for three years and today I learned your profile picture isn't you"
Posted for #writingwednesday: wordpress ; fic blog ; AO3
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Mira loved going to conventions and meeting other fans, buying merchandise, attending the celebrity panels, and joining in with the amazing cosplay; those who liked to dress up as a favourite character could get very inventive with their costumes.

Mira had chosen to dress as Domino from "Deadpool 2" this year, having previously cosplayed as characters including Wonder Woman, Zoë from "Firefly" and, last year, Valkyrie from "Thor: Ragnarok". She hadn't gone so far as to add a contact lens as another Dominio cosplayer she'd met at the registration desk had, but she'd carefully applied the white makeup around one eye and fluffed up her hair.

She'd hoped to meet her online friend of three years, and fellow fan, Erica, but at the last minute Erica had said she wouldn't be able to make it this time, adding a sad emoji to her instant message. Erica hadn't been to a fan convention before and was anxious about it, so Mira wondered if it was nerves that led her to back out.

"I'll take lots of photos for you," Mira had promised. She already had several of the building and a couple with some fans, including the other Dominio, who had gushed over Mira's elbow-length fingerless leather gloves as more authentic than her own.

Mira browsed some of the stalls full of comics, signed photos, Funko Pops and other figurines, Blu-Ray box sets, and more. She'd got some money saved up especially to splurge on merchandise.

"Sorry," someone said as they bumped into her. Mira looked up at the woman who was wearing a "Burr shot first" T-shirt and a beautiful dragon necklace.

"No problem. I love the shirt," Mira said. "Both "Hamilton" and "Star Wars", what's not to love? My friend Erica has the same one." Erica had proudly photographed the shirt laid out on her bed being admired by a plush Pikachu.
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Abigail is out of her depth at a party for the rich and famous until she meets someone else who seems to be an outsider.
For the allbingo "meet-ugly" prompt "accidental insult"
Posted for #writingwednesday: wordpress ; fic blog ; AO3
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"Enjoying the party?"

Abigail shrugged. She'd come out onto the balcony for some air. Even in her short red dress she was hot, the atmosphere inside stifling both from the heat and the company. She was an outsider here, and while Claire could find a way feel at home amongst these people, Abigail could not.

"It's not really my thing," she said, lifting one tan hand to sip from the glass of wine.

"Parties?" he asked, before taking a sip from his whisky glass.

She turned her to the speaker. He was tall, broad shouldered, with blonde hair a little longer than was fashionable with this crowd. His suit looked the part but the inexpensive watch didn't. Abigail had worked in a jewellery store for six months and had learnt more than she'd ever wanted to about watch brands and necklace clasps. He was probably as much out of his league here as she was.

"Not this kind of party. A few people I actually know, some snacks that I like, some music from this century. That's a party."

He laughed, came to lean on the railing alongside her. "You don't appreciate classical music?"

"Sometimes. But it just makes this whole thing seem more formal. I don't really do formal."

He glanced around, leaned a little closer. "Can I tell you a secret?"

Abigail frowned, unnerved. "I guess."

"I don't really do formal either. You know what?" He tugged off his tie and tossed it over the balcony.

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Posted to the writing blogs.

week one
Exact Drabble: Sunshine wordpress ; fic blog
For the prompts ‘sunshine’ and ‘sci-fi’

She gazed at the myriad stars. So many, yet so little light.

The ship relied upon internal lighting. There was one window at the front of the ship while viewscreens supplied information about the rest of the vessel’s exterior. Outside it was perpetually night, or so it seemed. In the vacuum of space there could be no day.

She sighed, and checked the star map. She needed to find a planet, take a rest stop before making the delivery. She needed to stand on solid ground for an hour or so.

She needed to feel the sunlight on her skin.

week two
2 haiku based on the saying “red sky at night…” Sky wordpress ; fic blog

Red sky is dawning
Sailors, shepherds take warning
Rain may be ahead

Red sky as sun sets
Take heart at the sign, better
weather tomorrow

week three 3 x 3 sentence fics wordpress ; fic blog Note: these are edited from previous versions posted to my personal journal some were fanfic originally for the 3 sentence ficathon

Redemption

“Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?”

Bound in chains at the tyrant’s feet, the knight said, “I wanted to give you a chance to surrender, because I believe in redemption.”

The tyrant raised an eyebrow, and his sword, and said, “Well, sadly for you, I don’t.”

Gift

He leaned back, contented from the birthday feast, eyes tired and heavy, but she shook her head, saying, “I haven’t given you your present yet.”

She began to unlace her gown, then paused and asked, “Would you care to unwrap it yourself?”

All thoughts of sleep fled with a grin as he moved to accept his gift.

Beware

If you go into the forest, beware my child, for there are predators who may look pretty and speak gentle words but are deadly.

Stay off the paths and in the shadows and trust no human. Beware especially the ones who dress in red for they carry knives and kill wolves without hesitation.

week four WiP snippets: snippets from my WiPs. I searched for those mentioning ‘spring’ as we approach springtime in the northern hemisphere. wordpress ; fic blog

Sorceress Apprentice (fantasy romance)

The only way this could be more perfect was if Kerine and Sabrina were here to enjoy it with them. And, of course, if Emeri were not sick. It was hard to believe he was dying on a night like tonight when he was happy and so very much alive.

The moon rose, and the Elder led the ritual by the fire. Thanks were given for the summer, for the harvest, for all the blessings in their lives. Regrets were expressed, sorrow for losses endured and apologies for wrongs done to each other. Wishes were made for the future, hope that the coming winter be not too harsh and that spring would return soon.

Bryony blinked away tears. There would be no Winter Solstice dance to honour the returning sun, not for her and Emeri. She would be expressing grief for her loss when the winter sun fell upon the village square and the ritual fire was kindled once more.

“And now,” the Elder said, “The Ritual Fire Dance!”

WRE (shapeshifters)

It was a warm spring evening and Romaine had decided to go to work in his wolf form.

The good thing about night shifts was that there were less people around. Romaine trotted happily down the street without seeing a single person and only one car. He turned right, into the park, ducked through some bushes, and found the old abandoned rail line. It would take him longer to get to work, but sometimes it was good to let go.

He gave in to the urge to run, powerful muscles giving him speed most dogs or wolves wouldn’t muster. Crickets chirped from their perches in the overgrowth, and mice scuttled about in the bushes. A bird trilled, maybe a nightingale. His ears heard the sound perfectly but Romaine was no expert on birdsong.

Halfway, he paused at a puddle. Wolves could drink rainwater without ill effects, much as dogs could. By their dual nature they had immunity to a whole range of illnesses and toxins that could endanger or kill either dogs, or humans, or both. Still, sometimes the human mind shied away from the wolf instincts, always a disconcerting experience. He didn’t like to think of himself as two people; he was a Wolf, always, regardless of the form he was currently in.