Anyone in for a Prompt-Challenge in French or English? ;D

[babydracky]

Stolen from candream♥

Comment with "I want to play!" and:

+ I'll give you a Prompt that you answer with a Fiction.
+ After you've written your Prompt, leave a Prompt for me to start.
+ Each answer has to be at least 3 sentences.
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+ This game is endless.So, who's in for a Prompt-Challenge in

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[naemi]

let's stick to quick-fics for as long as I'm so busy ♥

If such things as mosters existed, they would not hide under the bed or in the closet - there would be no need to hide at all, regarding the enormous crowd of monsters named human beings infesting Earth; a foul masquerade.

Elijah knew many disguises, saw through them with an unshakable knowledge of human nature, and thought he was prepared.

When he met Josh, though, he realized he had never understood the least bit. He would be the first and only to permanently turn Elijah's world upside down, sometimes good, often bad; the more he thought he'd understand the man, the less he could foresee what he'd be up to.

It still went well for a while; with all the somersaults Elijah's heart wasted on Josh, he was strong enough to go along, pick himself up and try anew; anything for the sake of a love that wasn't love but pure tenure.

And over the years, Elijah stopped being Elijah; the faint image of himself lingering in the shadows.

If such things as monsters existed, they would not hide under the bed or in the closet - they would possess a handsome man, look at you through honey eyes, seduce you with a whiskey voice; eat you up alive without you ever noticing.

All this crossed Elijah's mind in the blink of an eye while he held out the gun, aiming at Josh.

No more masquerade.

your prompt is: coup de foudre (because I like the sound of it ^.^)

[aliensouldream]

Oooooooohhhhh, this is great!

[naemi]

Thanks! This is what I think of right after getting up in the morning *lol*

[babydracky]

I know... Right xD
How could I even be able to go on now!
This is just perfect!

[naemi]

Thank you *bows* ^.^

where did I get us into? How am I supposed to go on meself?! lol

[babydracky]

The deflagration was louder than he thought it would be.
Though, even if it felt like a clap of thunder, deafening, scaring, threatening, nothing seemed to move for hours.

He was standing in this dirty back-alley, amongst the trash looking at those wide open whiskey eyes.

The acrid smell of burnt flesh was burning his nose but he wouldn't vomit. He hadn't vomit when his bestfriend had been killed at the very beginning of this shit, he wouldn't now.

He just couldn't look away, not for the life of him.
He knew he should try to free his arm from the devilish grip, that he should try to save himself, but he couldn't.

Looking at those eyes, feeling that warm blood against his chest, it was like being struck by a lightning. Like a very dangerous coup de foudre.

Josh is doing that to him...killing him softly.

(OMG!!! How was I supposed to go on with something so very wonderful??!! HOW?)

Your prompt : COVENANT

[naemi]

The world's heartbeat returned; wordless, dreary. Slowly at first, one dull thump at a time, but quickening until, at the speed of a machine gun, its knock became deafening.

Elijah fought the urge to cover his ears with his hands, knowing that it would not soothe the agony that infested him now.

A single tear welled up in Josh's eyes and Elijah wished he still had tears to shed himself; they were long wasted and dried out.

The sudden blast of reality hit back in: dazzling colors, low, hushed sobs that seemed to emerge from nowhere and, worst of all: realization.

They had been so wrong all along. All their hopes and promises lay stranded like shipwrecks on the shore in the face of this final, desperate act of salvation.

Both of them had known this day would come, had awaited it and prepared. But now that it was done, none of them felt the way he had expected.

There was no win.

Only betrayal.

your prompt: SECRET