Prompts 3 and 48
Title: 20:23:54:13
Characters: Casey (16), other United Crew
Prompt: Ends, 3
Word Count: 173
Rating: G..ish. I don't remember maybe PG.
Summary: The storm lets up.
Author's Notes: During United; also, final chapter in (1) and (2)
It had been a while since her mind had been going haywire. In fact, the crazy weather manipulating part of her mind had given up all hope after a few days of being locked in at the airport. But the magnitude and strength of the attack was what kept this storm brewing.
Passengers were pissed, to tell the truth. Most had missed very important Businiess Calls, and couldn't even leave for home. Some tried to go out, and most of those some were killed. A blizzard in June. Who'd'a thunk it?
It had been three weeks since the trouble started. Three long, boring weeks. Melly had read every book in the little shop, including the 2004 Roadmap for Chicago.
Casey stood in the same spot Frank had been when it started. She, too, was watching the brew. Only this time it was more of an unbrew.
For the first time in 21 days, sunshine poked through the heavens, and water began to slowly drip down the glass.
Casey smiled. They were almost free.
Title: The losing battle
Characters: Casey (17), Sparklesparkle (3 mo)
Prompt: Diamond, 48
Word Count: 210
Rating: G
Summary: It's hard to decide when something can be so taunting.
Author's Notes: Sparklesparkle was presented in Early September. It's now Early January; Casey has been Nexus-fied for almost a month; Casey and Sparklesparkle have been together but without Austin for two months, due at first to bootcamp but now to the War in Iraq.
Her room still remained bare. Casey imagines that if she were in college, her dorm wouldn't last a week before being devoured by Scotch Tape. But now, she had other things on her mind.
Hussein had been alive only a week ago, but now lies under dirt. Casey fears the same fate for her sailor.
Since after Christmas, it has remained upon her bare and empty dresser, taunting her everso. She wishes it would leave her be for just once. At night, the moonlight catches it, especially at full, but even when new. And it would go Sparklesparkle at her. It drove her mad. So she put blanets over all cracks of light, with little effect.
They say old habits die hard. She now understands that. She thought she had been properly weened of her emotional bottle. But it has not been lathered in honey, tempting her, begging her to suckle it, to keep her real feelings locked inside.
So far, Bottle and Sparklesparkle are winning.
"I should just wear it again," she tells herself, picking Sparklesparkle up and sliding it on her finger. She almost makes it out the door before Sparklesparkle is back n the dresser.
"You win, yet again." Casey spits.
And it says to her, "Sparklesparkle."
Characters: Casey (16), other United Crew
Prompt: Ends, 3
Word Count: 173
Rating: G..ish. I don't remember maybe PG.
Summary: The storm lets up.
Author's Notes: During United; also, final chapter in (1) and (2)
It had been a while since her mind had been going haywire. In fact, the crazy weather manipulating part of her mind had given up all hope after a few days of being locked in at the airport. But the magnitude and strength of the attack was what kept this storm brewing.
Passengers were pissed, to tell the truth. Most had missed very important Businiess Calls, and couldn't even leave for home. Some tried to go out, and most of those some were killed. A blizzard in June. Who'd'a thunk it?
It had been three weeks since the trouble started. Three long, boring weeks. Melly had read every book in the little shop, including the 2004 Roadmap for Chicago.
Casey stood in the same spot Frank had been when it started. She, too, was watching the brew. Only this time it was more of an unbrew.
For the first time in 21 days, sunshine poked through the heavens, and water began to slowly drip down the glass.
Casey smiled. They were almost free.
Title: The losing battle
Characters: Casey (17), Sparklesparkle (3 mo)
Prompt: Diamond, 48
Word Count: 210
Rating: G
Summary: It's hard to decide when something can be so taunting.
Author's Notes: Sparklesparkle was presented in Early September. It's now Early January; Casey has been Nexus-fied for almost a month; Casey and Sparklesparkle have been together but without Austin for two months, due at first to bootcamp but now to the War in Iraq.
Her room still remained bare. Casey imagines that if she were in college, her dorm wouldn't last a week before being devoured by Scotch Tape. But now, she had other things on her mind.
Hussein had been alive only a week ago, but now lies under dirt. Casey fears the same fate for her sailor.
Since after Christmas, it has remained upon her bare and empty dresser, taunting her everso. She wishes it would leave her be for just once. At night, the moonlight catches it, especially at full, but even when new. And it would go Sparklesparkle at her. It drove her mad. So she put blanets over all cracks of light, with little effect.
They say old habits die hard. She now understands that. She thought she had been properly weened of her emotional bottle. But it has not been lathered in honey, tempting her, begging her to suckle it, to keep her real feelings locked inside.
So far, Bottle and Sparklesparkle are winning.
"I should just wear it again," she tells herself, picking Sparklesparkle up and sliding it on her finger. She almost makes it out the door before Sparklesparkle is back n the dresser.
"You win, yet again." Casey spits.
And it says to her, "Sparklesparkle."