A/N: Prompt: Write/Wright/Right/Rite

MillenniaEven after two months at her new job and staying at an apartment with a completely new layout, Ellen still could not quite banish the nightmares. “I can’t simply write them down,” she complained to Cassandra over the phone one night. “You know what they say about jotting down your dreams ( Read more... )

"Whoever thought of this combination as a dessert was a culinary genius."

"Don't talk with your mouth full."

Anton wiped his lips before picking up a second cube of mozzarella and placing it atop a small chunk of pear. "How did you learn about it then?"

"I was very little," Ellen replied, curling up on the sofa. "Really little. Mama was still ( Read more... )

A//N: Prompt: Bulletproof

The Twelfth Time Around
Contrary to what everyone thought, Anton did remember every time he turned around the cosmos. Of course it was easy to argue that it didn't quite count, since his memory was only the sort that happened in fragments of dreams. 'There is a reason for everything though, a reason it keeps coming back ( Read more... )

Departure

"You can pack up but you're not getting out that door, I'm sure of it."

Ellen glared at Cas. "You don't know that."

"Oh please, we've all threatened to walk out on each other before. That never happens because we're too tied together."

"Tie? I thought that knots mean marriage."

"No, splicing means marriage. Interweaving. Two wires ( Read more... )

DetachmentThe necklace was the prettiest and the geekiest thing I had ever seen. There was a piece of amber as big as my fingernail in the middle of it, surrounded by nine silver chains. Each chain had a smaller, different colored stone: a gray quartz, a piece of topaz, then an emerald, then a ruby, and then a large yellow jasper. The outer loops ( Read more... )

A/N: Prompt: Pumpkin

Knife-work

"So it was your girlfriend who carved that jack-o-lantern?"

"For the last time, Ellen is not my girlfriend, she's Macky's."

Lawrence whistled as he surveyed the swirls and starry patterns on the pumpkin. "She's got great skill with a knife. How do you boys get a wink of sleep?"

"Simple: do not tick Ellen off, don ( Read more... )

Staycation

"Living with you is like walking on eggshells."
A blanket rustled, revealing a disheveled head of mousy hair. "Shhh. Don't remind me."
"We have to talk about it---"
"You're too noisy Macky. One more peep, you're out of the room."
"Cas..."
A pillow sailed across the room, hitting Macky in the face. "Seriously, what part of a stay-cation ( Read more... )

Health Hazards

"You only noticed her because she was the only girl who even knew what a naval shanty was."
Peter only smirked wryly, knowing he couldn't exactly deny the accusation. "Claude, you don't meet a girl like Torie every day. Besides I think we would have become friends, eventually."
"A very long eventually," Claude said dryly as he laid ( Read more... )

A/N: Prompt: Dawn. 430 words

Someone Has Got to Do It

No matter what way Ellen rehashed it, it sometimes seemed that she and her friends would always be 'the kids that got out of the wrong part of Cordoba City'. "Someday you've got to stop thinking of yourself as just that," she chided herself as she threaded an old, but clean pair of red ( Read more... )

A/N: Prompt: Cliff. Officially making this part of my ‘canon’ for a new story I have in the works. 130 words

How to be Released From a Promise

"Just because Mr. Salvador gave you the password, that doesn't mean it has to be you!"
"Do you think I want it? I have no choice!"
A furious brown gaze met a similarly steely blue one. "This is the first ( Read more... )