Challenge #3: Weekly Quick Fic #1
Title: Bed Head
Prompt: Bed Head
Bonus? +5 for third person
Word Count: 172
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): N/A
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): N/A
Summary: Rylie deals with her morning bed head- again.
Rylie’s alarm went off on Monday morning, just like it always does. She rolls over and hits the alarm until it turns off. With silence once again, she turns back over and cuddles into her big pink blanket.
Fifteen minutes later, the alarm went off again. After having a heated argument with the alarm, Rylie was up. She went over to her mirror, and groaned. It was the same thing every morning. Somehow, from the time she went to bed eight hours ago, her hair went from its naturally straight style to being a total mess.
Trying to get a brush through her hair in the morning was as hard as getting her 17 year old brother to do his homework. It was pretty much impossible. So as part of her morning routine, the twelve year old had to use a spray bottle, a comb, and all of her mother’s patience.
Eventually, it was in a decent enough state and she headed out the door to catch the bus to school.
Title: Taking Control
Prompt: Time for a Change
Bonus? N/A
Word Count: 147
Rating: PG-13 for themes.
Original/Fandom: Fandom- Degrassi
Pairings (if any): N/A
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): Implied anorexia.
Summary: Manny and Emma start to take control of their weight.
“It’s time for a change, Manny. We are gonna take control. We are in control,” I said to my best friend. It was time for a change. So we started restricting what we were eating, and started running everyday. When we weighed in for the first time, we were stoked.
“Three pounds!” Manny exclaimed. “Three pounds! I lost three pounds! You are my life guru, Emma!” She jumped up and down and threw her arms around me. I smiled, but knew I wouldn’t truly be happy until I saw how much I lost. But even then I knew I wouldn’t be happy. I would need to lose a lot more before I could be happy.
I weighed in, and I lost four pounds. “Four pounds! I lost four pounds!” I was happy with that. I would keep working, and soon I would be at my goal weight.
Prompt: Bed Head
Bonus? +5 for third person
Word Count: 172
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): N/A
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): N/A
Summary: Rylie deals with her morning bed head- again.
Rylie’s alarm went off on Monday morning, just like it always does. She rolls over and hits the alarm until it turns off. With silence once again, she turns back over and cuddles into her big pink blanket.
Fifteen minutes later, the alarm went off again. After having a heated argument with the alarm, Rylie was up. She went over to her mirror, and groaned. It was the same thing every morning. Somehow, from the time she went to bed eight hours ago, her hair went from its naturally straight style to being a total mess.
Trying to get a brush through her hair in the morning was as hard as getting her 17 year old brother to do his homework. It was pretty much impossible. So as part of her morning routine, the twelve year old had to use a spray bottle, a comb, and all of her mother’s patience.
Eventually, it was in a decent enough state and she headed out the door to catch the bus to school.
Title: Taking Control
Prompt: Time for a Change
Bonus? N/A
Word Count: 147
Rating: PG-13 for themes.
Original/Fandom: Fandom- Degrassi
Pairings (if any): N/A
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): Implied anorexia.
Summary: Manny and Emma start to take control of their weight.
“It’s time for a change, Manny. We are gonna take control. We are in control,” I said to my best friend. It was time for a change. So we started restricting what we were eating, and started running everyday. When we weighed in for the first time, we were stoked.
“Three pounds!” Manny exclaimed. “Three pounds! I lost three pounds! You are my life guru, Emma!” She jumped up and down and threw her arms around me. I smiled, but knew I wouldn’t truly be happy until I saw how much I lost. But even then I knew I wouldn’t be happy. I would need to lose a lot more before I could be happy.
I weighed in, and I lost four pounds. “Four pounds! I lost four pounds!” I was happy with that. I would keep working, and soon I would be at my goal weight.