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kisahawklin ([personal profile] kisahawklin) wrote in [community profile] 15_minute_ficlets2014-04-14 03:12 am

Prompt #187

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Today's word is: tenacious

te·na·cious [tuh-ney-shuhs]

1. holding fast; characterized by keeping a firm hold (often followed by of): a tenacious grip on my arm; tenacious of old habits.
2. highly retentive: a tenacious memory.
3. pertinacious, persistent, stubborn, or obstinate.
4. adhesive or sticky; viscous or glutinous.
5. holding together; cohesive; not easily pulled asunder; tough.

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[personal profile] geminianeyes 2014-04-14 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
He clung to the cliff grimly.

The wind blew strongly at him, trying to pull him off the cliff. He could hear the waves pounding below. It would be so easy, too easy to just let go and to fall into the sea's welcoming arms. His entire body ached. He was very sure that somewhere, he was bleeding internally.

"Come home," he blinked and shook his head. A phantom voice was calling to him, a familiar voice.

"I can't, Mother. Not yet," he whispered, then reached out a bit further to get a better grip. He kicked at the cliff, struggling to find purchase, but his feet slipped, and he almost lost his balance.

Still he hung on.

"You are tenacious," he looked up to see an elegant woman on a horse. They stood safely out of reach of his arms, but he could hear her words, carried on the wind.

All he offerd in return was a sheepish grin. He was not going to give up, not here.

"I'll pay you triple of whatever he offered you. Just leave me and my daughter alone."

He shook his head, still scrabbling for purchase.

"Fine, I'll even throw in your life. Take the money, and leave us be."

"Not... me... to decide," he insisted, still clinging onto the cliff. He finally found purchase on the grass, but he could not pull himself up. His hands were too tired. Instead, he braced his legs against the cliff, relieving the tension in his arms somewhat.


"Can't break a contract, ma'am. Even if you gave me a soul," he looked up at her, the sheepish grin giving him an innocently boyish look.

"Then die!" she turned her horse and galloped away.

He waited until he could not hear her horse's gallops, and then with a push, kicked himself up the last few paces up the cliff. Then he crawled away from the edge, before turning and laying on his back. He caught sight of the grey clouds...

Right as they opened up on him.

"Man, that's a way to go," he laughed, even as the rain fell on him.
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[personal profile] edenfalling 2014-04-17 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Title: We Hold On
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia
Word Count: 1,100
Summary: Old Narnia went into hiding. But there are more places to hide than the wilderness. The hardest secrets to find are the ones in plain sight.

We Hold On