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kisahawklin ([personal profile] kisahawklin) wrote in [community profile] 15_minute_ficlets2012-01-08 10:25 pm

Prompt #110

If you wish to do this as a spontaneous exercise, don't look at the word until you're ready to write (I recommend having Write or Die open in another tab). If you're going to mull over the word and write later, peek away.

Once you've completed your ficlet, please either comment here, or post a link to it, if you're posting on your own journal. Feel free to reference the community or number of the prompt in your outside posts, but if you use the actual word, please put it under a cut to avoid spoiling others, should they want to write spontaneously.

Today's word is: either

If you've missed a word or twelve and would like to catch up, please see the Master List.
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15 minutes flat -- no editing :)

[personal profile] paceisthetrick 2012-01-09 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Edward was despondent, unable to get out of bed for an entire week. He felt his life has been a complete failure, an utter waste of time and space.

There are two ways to go in life, Carlisle reasoned. One can either dwell on one's shortcomings -- failures, some may call them -- or one can move on to the next challenge, taking the experience as part and parcel of life's learning curve, the great adventure!

If we dwell on all that has gone wrong, all the obstacles in our lives, why of course we would give up! How easy to see the world as some sort of overwhelming mechanism to break you down.

Let us look at it instead as a means of building strength! Developing one's character. My favorite passage from C.S. Lewis' Narnian Chronicles comes from "The Horse and His Boy". Shasta, the boy, exhausted from his trials, wants to give up when he is in the home stretch. But the narrator tells us,
"(His) heart fainted at these words for he felt he had no strength left. And he writhed inside at what seemed the cruelty and unfairness of the demand. He had not yet learned that if you do one good deed your reward usually is to be set to do another and harder and better one."

And then later, "I was the lion who gave the horses the new strength of fear for the last mile so that you could reach (the King) in time."

Our purpose on this planet, my Edward, is not to find a safe harbor and there to dwell, protected from life, but to live, as fully and freely as one can.

I take this string and stretch it across the violin. You say that it is captive, but I say that in its containment, it is now able to play as it was meant to -- to produce a music that will send souls soaring and make hearts pulsate with longing.


The boy still refused to lift his head, cradled in the shelter of his arms, but his body was still -- listening.

It isn't so terrible, my Edward.

And he bent to kiss the thatch of bronze hair.
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Re: 15 minutes flat -- no editing :)

[personal profile] paceisthetrick 2012-01-09 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
(I had to look up two of the refs which is why it took me longer. :D)
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Re: 15 minutes flat -- no editing :)

[personal profile] paceisthetrick 2012-01-09 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks!

Holding The Horse and His Boy in one hand and typing with the other was challenging but I just love those two quotes!

Also, I did the last fic but I very blatantly used the prompt word and wasn't quite sure what you meant by "post elsewhere and link here" so I didn't post that one.

This is a fun comm! :)
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Re: 15 minutes flat -- no editing :)

[personal profile] geminianeyes 2012-01-09 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks for an awesome story! I needed to hear this. :)
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Re: 15 minutes flat -- no editing :)

[personal profile] paceisthetrick 2012-01-09 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

Reading yours now. :)
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Re: 15 minutes flat -- no editing :)

[personal profile] geminianeyes 2012-01-09 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
<3
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This turned out slightly more morbid than I thought.

[personal profile] geminianeyes 2012-01-09 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
What is there left to do
Once the die is cast
Once the field is set
Than to play the game?

She looked up at the sky, whispering the words to herself. Overhead, the stars twinkled. It was a clear night, one where there was absolutely no clouds at all. The stars shone brightly and she named them, matching the stars to the stories in her mind. As her lips moved, wisps of her breath frosted in the cold air. This season had been unusually cold, she thought, the cold biting her cheeks. Yet she made no move to cover her face.

She revelled in the coldness of the air. Standing still, she sought the stillness of the trees around the clearing, of the silent stones that stood sentinel. It had been many moons since she had had such a lovely night like this, and now that it was here, she did not want to leave, even though her feet might be frozen solid soon.

It was the perfect night.

"I do not want to play this game," she whispered to herself, yet she found her hand moving of her own volition.

A pointed finger traced a pattern in the stars. The symbols she drew with her pointed finger were clear in her mind's eye, represented with a golden line as she traced the rhyme she had spoken earlier. As she spoke and traced the symbols, the line became taut, firm, and almost solid. She spoke and traced with an intent. An intent, a fervent wish, that flew in the face of what she was doing. She was asking the impossible.

"As this brings us together, I wish it tears us apart. This is not as it should be. This is as it is. There are no eithers. There are no neithers. Let Castor and Pollux bear witness. Let the Scales understand," a hot tear rolled down her cheek, cutting through the ice. Yet it was a bittersweet pain.

The tip of her finger bled. The golden thread was now stained with red, yet it shone even more brilliantly before. The pain and the thread were familiar, and it brought back memories. Memories of the first time she had done this.

"A winter's night be my guide. A summer's kiss be my passion. An autumn wind be my shield. A spring's blossom be my desire," the words she had spoken so long ago came back to haunt her now. She could smell the crispness of the air then, tinged with the smoke that came from the village of her childhood as she had taken her first steps on this path. She could feel the gentle cut of the wind as it danced with an unusual dry coldness.

With a sigh, she finished the spell. Memories had no space here. What she had done, what she had begun, she would now see it through completion. Not even the man who had swore to be both her rival and her companion could realise the implication of what they had begun. They were too young, too innocent, too naive, too bullheaded, and too cynical. Yet they were bound. Bound now, beyond whatever allotment the Fates would have. Bound now, that not even Hades would tear them apart.

The Scales must be balanced. The Twins must be satisfied. Otherwise, all would be for naught. There was no one left to mourn her either.
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Re: This turned out slightly more morbid than I thought.

[personal profile] paceisthetrick 2012-01-09 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooooooooooooooh, I love the imagery in this! The cold night and hot tears; the seeping blood and the still sky.

I didn't catch all the astronomy refs, but I loved it just the same! :)
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Re: This turned out slightly more morbid than I thought.

[personal profile] geminianeyes 2012-01-09 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

I just threw in a couple of random refs that fit, but in case you were wondering, I was thinking more of the Zodiacs.

Twins = Gemini
Scales = Libra

I'm glad you enjoyed the story! :)
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Re: This turned out slightly more morbid than I thought.

[personal profile] paceisthetrick 2012-01-09 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah! I actually did know that the Twins are Gemini... Just forgot it. *blush*

(confession: when I was little, I had two hamsters named Castor and Pollux which is how I recognized the names, LOL. My father named them because he objected to Hamlet and Omelette).

I really need to read up on all that. It's fascinating material. I remember parts of Narnian Chronicles where the centaurs can read the stars. :)
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Re: This turned out slightly more morbid than I thought.

[personal profile] geminianeyes 2012-01-09 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Hamlet and Omelette would have been perfect! I have a friend who named her cats Bacon, Ham and Cheese. :P

I remember! I loved that he preserved the centaurs as intelligent creatures and not simply drunkards.
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Re: This turned out slightly more morbid than I thought.

[personal profile] paceisthetrick 2012-01-09 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Oooooh, a fellow Narnia fan! In Prince Caspian, the centaurs are the the ones who read the stars and know that bad times are coming.

And then JK Rowling did something similar in Harry Potter. The centaurs lived in the Forbidden Forest and were well-versed in Divination and astronomy.
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Re: This turned out slightly more morbid than I thought.

[personal profile] geminianeyes 2012-01-09 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, I enjoyed the Narnia books (I love the sci-fi classic Dune more than I do Narnia, which is ironic cause I love fantasy as a genre more heh) and I was delighted when Rowling not only kept that wise image of centaurs but also gave them arrows as weapons!
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Re: This turned out slightly more morbid than I thought.

[personal profile] paceisthetrick 2012-01-09 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
When I was very little, my mother read the Narnian Chronicles to me. So they have a special place in my heart.

Then my sister and mother became obsessed with Dune (I was still little) and while I liked the books, I never got into the whole Dune Messiah thing (probably rebellion LOL).

Rowling was what I read with my small children so that became a precious memory for me as well. :)
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Re: This turned out slightly more morbid than I thought.

[personal profile] geminianeyes 2012-01-09 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Aww, that's awesome to do with your kids! :)
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Re: This turned out slightly more morbid than I thought.

[personal profile] paceisthetrick 2012-01-09 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
OT: do you do the nanowrimo?
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Re: This turned out slightly more morbid than I thought.

[personal profile] geminianeyes 2012-01-09 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
8D Yes, several years in a row now. Do you? :D
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Re: This turned out slightly more morbid than I thought.

[personal profile] paceisthetrick 2012-01-09 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I just found out about it this year and am not entirely sure what it is all about. My very facile understanding is that we just write furiously for a month to see what we can accomplish.

????

I did join two comms here on DW that deal with it in the hopes of participating this year.
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Re: This turned out slightly more morbid than I thought.

[personal profile] paceisthetrick 2012-01-09 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, mazel tov mazel tov! I gather you won in 2009?
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Re: This turned out slightly more morbid than I thought.

[personal profile] geminianeyes 2012-01-09 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Hehe, yes I did! (also I am using DW's random icons function and loving it!)

As for what Nanowrimo is, it's a 30 day challenge to write a complete novel of 50,000 words or more. The key thing is to write at least 50,000 words. It's 1667 words a day, which is doable if you type fast and don't think so much. :P

I've won several years in a row now and the challenge for me (after the first two times) wasn't in hitting 50k, it was in actually finishing the bloody stories. I seem to be able to end things now, so all that's left is for me to actually edit my story into something saleable. ^^l
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Re: This turned out slightly more morbid than I thought.

[personal profile] paceisthetrick 2012-01-09 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
That sounds really hard! So much of writing is planning and rewriting and sticking to the plot. Libba Bray had this hilarious post on Lj where she was talking about being in love with her chapter when her editor and readers wanted it cut. And then going on a rampage and cutting huge sections that caused them to be alarmed.


I have several things started and planned....
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Re: This turned out slightly more morbid than I thought.

[personal profile] geminianeyes 2012-01-09 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Hahaha, nope, part of the fun is in NOT sticking to the plot. I know of people who find it best to stick to a very strict plot outline and detail. For them, this method works the best.

For me on the other hand, I prefer fly-by-pants. I start off with a general overview and some characters in mind, then I let my muses go.

The fun part about Nanowrimo is that you DON'T have time to go back and rewrite. You have to keep on writing to reach the wordcount. This means you can't go back, because going back is what stops a lot of people from ever finishing (that and real life :P). So when you have nothing to do BUT go forward, guess where you'll end up? :)
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This was written yesterday, really, but my internet got cut off -_-

[personal profile] duncefieldsamurai 2012-01-10 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
He didn't even know why the other was looking at him so expectantly. And it creeped the hell out of him. “So..” he muttered, shifting a little and tugging at the hem of his sleeve with his fingertips. “What do you want?” he asked, looking at the inhumanly tall man in front of him. Shoei – the leader of the Hihi gumi – tilted his head to the side. “Aah,” he looked towards the school building. Ryuuji had stopped on his way to school when he had spotted the red-clad youkai, and he had huffed in annoyance as their gazes had locked. The dark creature was way too tall for his liking. And he had thought that he felt short around Mamiru. This guy was taller.
“I just wanted to see you wear school uniform... I guess?”
Ryuuji blinked, then huffed again. “What the hell?” he spat. “Either you leave now, or I'll make you perish.” He reached into his pants pocket for a piece of paper with rough but skillfully written kanji on it. Shoei only tilted his head to the side calmly. When he spoke, he didn't sound the least wavered. “I don't feel like having any of those alternatives become reality.” he said, “At least not yet for the first, never for the second.”
He stepped closer to Ryuuji, who had to tilt his head backwards quite a bit to keep their gazes locked. The tall, whitehaired man's hands cupped his cheeks, and Ryuuji scowled deeply, a dark growl escaping from far back in his throat. “Don't treat me like a child, youkai.” he spat. Said youkai tilted his head to the other side, and he smiled. “I don't,” he replied. “I'm wanting to treat you like a lover, but you're so stubborn.”
“The stubborn one is you, damnit.” Ryuuji muttered. “I keep telling you.” The slip of paper glowed in between his fingers, and he was just about to growl out 'perish' and send it at Shoei when the demon bent down and pressed his lips against the onmyouji's for a brief moment. Ryuuji stomped on his foot as hard as he could, and Shoei winced a little, before releasing Ryuuji again. “Don't you ever – and then I really mean ever do that again.” he growled, and turned. He made his way towards the school entrance, ignoring the stares he received from the other students that had happened to see the scene. Stupid, annoying youkai. One day, he would make sure that he vanished, one way or the other. He somehow doubted that Shoei would let it happen that easily, though, but weither or not, someday, he would manage to do it.
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Re: This was written yesterday, really, but my internet got cut off -_-

[personal profile] duncefieldsamurai 2012-01-11 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I see. It's the first time I'm in this sort of thing, so I wasn't sure.

Thank you^^