Prompt "Ladder"
Title: What The Fates Allow
Pairings: None
Characters: Holly, Mr Short, Mrs Short
Warnings: Death
The new house was to be off-white: Mrs Short was a housewife at heart.
She smiled contentedly, bustling outside with a tray of ambrosia lemonade. Things were looking up: retirement, Holly’s graduation-
She nearly spilt the drinks at the sight. Holly, brandishing her paintbrush like a police baton, marching under the ladder as if it were the Atlantean Arch!-and Mr Short, watching his daughter parade beneath him, saluting her with his own paintbrush, smiling-
“Holly!-”
Magic cannot fix a broken neck any more than a broken heart: Holly joined the LEP the next day.
The house remains unpainted.
Title: Jacob’s Ladder
Pairings: None
Characters: Artemis II
Warnings: Terrorism
Note: this is part of a longer piece I’m working on.
"I saw a white ladder all covered with water" - A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall, Bob Dylan
Israel was no place for children: not for the child running down the road, not for the child playing hopscotch on the street-
-and most of all, not for the child who understood what he saw.
The Dead Sea Scrolls meant nothing to the atheist: comic relief, fragments of a time as dead to the world as the Neanderthal. There were those, however, who had the money to make it very… interesting…
And yet-their disappearance would cause a flurry of accusations, a flurry of bombs-
He slipped them from the case. The children would play in scarlet streets, tomorrow.
Title: My Dante
Pairings: Artler
Characters: Butler
Warnings: Hell, slash
The rung burned, burned like the fires he had left behind.
-eternity in Hell was not worth his pride-
The next: like ice, like the cold, stoic demeanor he had abandoned.
-the infinite inferno was not worth his honor-
This one, smooth as silk and just as slippery.
-damnation until Apocalypse was not worth the sound of the voice-
Now warm, like polished wood, like young, firm flesh.
-to be Lucifer’s courtier forevermore was not worth a lover’s embrace-
The last rung: sharp, piercing, like heartbreak-
-and yet, to be at the side of Christ was not worth abandoning Artemis.
And… a note… why don’t people here join
drabble100? It’s easy, and with this prodding at me every so often, I’ve been making good progress on it. :)