Remember the writing meme?
I have saved to a Word document three lists, each consisting of ten items: a list of places (hospital, bed), events (birthday, first date), and items (toothbrush, shoe). Leave a comment with three numbers between 1 and 10, and I will write you a story of unknown length that will incorporate the three things you randomly selected.
Here are the lists, And the first two stories, one for
yuuko_uchiha, and the other is for
aamyra.
Places:
1. Gas station
2. Underwater
3. Konoha
4. Haunted house
5. Kitchen
6. Bed
7. Hospital
8. Graveyard
9. School
10. Some place high up
Events:
1. Birthday
2. Sex
3. Anniversary
4. The anniversary of someone’s death
5. First date
6. Break-up
7. A farewell
8. A fight
9. A new experience
10. First meeting
Items:
1. Rubber duck
2. Pen
3. Knife
4. Glass of water
5. Stuffed animal
6. Scarf
7. Pill bottle
8. Blanket
9. Toothbrush
10. iPod
yuuko_uchiha-3,7,5. Anniversary, a farewell, stuffed animal
Slowly feeling like he was suffocating, Sasuke pulled his head from the crack made between two pillows. He blinked the spots from his eyes and grappled over for a blond mop of hair to tug on and demand to stop hogging all the blankets, even though he was doing no such thing. In fact, Naruto couldn’t do much of anything at the moment considering the fact that he wasn’t there.
Sasuke glanced at the clock and attempted to asphyxiate himself by way of pillow. The taxi had dropped the two off at two that morning from the airport, and it was too ungodly an hour to be awake on even the most normal conditions. Eventually reasoning with himself that he had too much to live for and Naruto was too stupid to be able to lie his way out of jail if convicted, Sasuke stopped trying to kill himself and propped himself up onto his elbows. Something crinkled under his weight.
Grunting, Sasuke felt around and his hand came in something very unpaper-like and very much like a stuffed animal that Lisa Frank had vomited over after a night with the girls. Nose crinkling, Sasuke saw that there was a sticky note attached to its stomach. Squinting through the vague darkness, Sasuke managed to decipher the ancient language Naruto called upon whenever penning something and read the note slowly.
Sasuke!!
Went to get some milk for breakfast! Sorry I’m not there to give you your good morning hug, so hug this until I get home!!
Happy Anniversary!
Naruto
Sasuke shut his eyes and counted to ten. It smelled like Naruto had sprayed this thing with his cologne. He’d made the o’s into little hearts. And also, he was the worst liar in history because Naruto was lactose intolerant.
“Moron,” Sasuke muttered under his breath, attempting to strangle the stuffed ultraviolet cat instead of himself, which could only be considered an improvement. “Fug’ng retar’d…” Sasuke yawned and collapsed back into bed.
When Naruto walked into the room two hours later with a small black box in his back pocket, Sasuke was still asleep with a stranglehold on the toy, which could easily be misconstrued as hugging.
But Naruto was kind, and overlooked that as he bent to wake Sasuke up.
aamyra-7, 1, 3. Hospital, birthday, knife.
“Naruto,” Sasuke greeted upon entering the room. “Happy birthday.” Naruto snorted at him.
Sasuke slid the large white box onto the foldable lunch tray cart they kept pushed under the bed. He settled himself down next to Naruto’s side. Immediately, his eyes were drawn to the bandages. They looked fresher than yesterday’s. Sasuke fingered them lightly and noted how rough they were. How they must dig into Naruto’s skin.
Naruto breathed deeply, quite dead to the world about him, but Sasuke moved quietly anyway. He lifted the lid of the box and his lips automatically pulled together into a thin line. All the white, the blues, the oranges and yellows screamed high fructose corn syrup and future toothaches, migraines, and how could Naruto possibly like this shit? Honestly, Sasuke thought. Idiot.
Taking the knife from the bag he’d brought with him, Sasuke cut a square from the edge of the birthday cake and slid it into a napkin. For a moment he almost offered it to Naruto, and twitched sharply. But Naruto was too gone to notice his slip of composure.
Sasuke swallowed and brought the cake to his own lap. An old man behind the curtain on the other end of the room coughed, and Sasuke figured he’d offer some after Naruto had his piece. It would’ve been the idiotic sort of thing that Naruto would do, to offer cake to complete strangers.
But as tradition went, the birthday boy went first. And seeing as Naruto had been unable to consume food on his own for half a year, Sasuke sat there and ate his piece for him.
--
This will seem like an odd question, but does anyone remember if I posted a story called Auburn on LJ? It's Purple Sasuke's POV, but I don't have it on my computer so I thought I remember shucking it out on LJ just to keep it somewhere. But I don't see it through my entries. Does anyone remember my posting it?
Also, this new LJ header annoys me. The pixels, they buuuurn.