AUTHOR: Eve (alfa_fighter_3@hotmail.com)
This is a challenge that I got from a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a yahoo group.
The Shortest _______ Story in 20 words.
The Shortest Skipper Story
Blood and gold--her hair on the pillow. Alex sighed. Blood was his fault. The gold was all her own.
The Shortest K/SK Slash Story
Resignedly, he waits. Swears he can actually *see* the bullet coming for him. Wonders if Walter will feel sorry later.
*** 50 words. Night. Sky. Soul.
At first, he'd wondered if the stars were the souls of those he'd killed. Alex opened his eyes and stared up at the night sky. He didn't see the stars--not anymore. He saw only the cold empty spaces between them. They were there, watching. Waiting for him to fail.
*** 100 words using the quote "Most people don't mind campfires and fireplaces."
"Most people don't mind campfires and fireplaces."
"What are you talking about?"
"Ever heard that before, Alex?"
"It's not Shakespeare."
Soft, British chuckle. "No, certainly not. Turn left here."
He signaled awkwardly with his left arm.
"I've been trying to recall where I know that quote from. Quite frustrating."
Alex smiled thinly at his companion. "I'll bet."
"You're humoring me. You know, Alex, sometimes the most insignificant things turn out to have the most impact. A flashing clock, for instance?"
His grin turned into a clenched jaw.
They wouldn't make that mistake again. He'd made sure of it himself.
*** cold, flicker, blue, 100-200 words
Part 1
His eyes were burning from the cold and the dark.
He reached out sluggishly, searching for something to hold onto, but all there was was more cold, more dark, more empty. A moment ago he thought he saw a flicker of something off in the distance. Something . . blue?
Where the hell was he?
Let's see, all three limbs accounted for, still breathing--
An agonizing spasm wracked his body as his lungs flooded with sour lakewater.
Out of instinct he began kicking, not even stopping to consider whether he was propelling himself toward the surface or moving deeper into the water.
Get a grip, Alex. It's water. You're drowning. There's worse things.
And he'd probably experienced all of them.
After a second he forced himself to stop long enough for his body to assert it's natural buoyancy.
Part 2
"Did you get bited by a shark?"
He glared. He didn't didn't deal well with curiousity, and especially not from children when he was cold and miserable.
The little girl glanced over at her parents, busy calling the authorities while he shivered under their blue and yellow picnic blanket.
"My daddy says that bad things only happen to bad people," she whispered conspiratorily. "But ya know what?"
"What?" he finally asked when it became obvious she was waiting for him.
"I know he just says that to scare me into being good. 'Cause once I saw him stealing from Mom's secret jellybean jar."
"Sometimes good people do bad things," he whispered back.
Concern flickered across her face before it faded into a smile. She took another look at the space where his left arm used to be before skipping off to join her parents. He couldn't help the smile that crept over his face.
*** Inspired by this picture
She squinted into the darkness. She was probably crazy, but for just a moment that guy looked like . . .
No, it couldn't be. She'd barely glimpsed him, and besides, that night in DC was years ago. Her feet began to carry her forward despite her skepticism. She was too curious for her own good.
She grinned. In fact, he'd told her that very thing.
Keeping to the shadows herself, she followed behind at a safe distance. He was wearing all black--the jacket was leather--and looked dangerously sophisticated compared to the man she remembered.
Oh hell, it probably wasn't even him. She was following a complete stranger, a figment of her imagination. A car came by, bathing him in a temporary glow. He turned his head, and she stopped abruptly when she caught sight of the all-too-familiar profile.
It was him! Would he remember her? She should go talk to him, say something.
She must have made a noise because he spun and looked straight at her. She made as if to wave but was frozen by the glare that was pinning her to the sidewalk. The car finally passed, returning him to shadow, and her paralysis was broken.
He was gone.
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