Sentence Prompt Fic Meme
Did I ever tell you in my thesis exams I had a sentence over 100 words long?
Stolen from simplytoopretty
For each of the prompts, you must write ONE sentence.
Angst
He never speaks of it, not once, not in all the time they are together, not as Lex grows rounder and slower and softer and sighs out of discomfort and guilt, not even as Lex sweat and cries out in pain, because Lex was lonely and grieving, and Clark was officially dead at the time, and the little girl that comes from all this is too, too beautiful not to call his own.
AU
Days after Clark's transgression and subsequent somewhat pathetic apology for reading the list of names from her office and giving the information to J'onn J'onnz to use for a new and just as flawed form of racial profiling, Chloe continued to fume, but as she looked up, not hearing what the young metahuman seated beside her was saying was saying, a tall man entered-- with his too familiar gray eyes, too familiar lips, nose, and chin-- and before she could ask Lex what was with the long, shaggy mop of red hair, he spoke: "I heard you had a support group for freaks; I am one, but that's all I remember about myself."
Crackfic
Clark might have answered Lois' 911, but she had called him the last three times for mundane problems like locking her keys in the car and fixing her sink; thus he yelled at Lex to shut the damn cell off and went back to the busy work of giving birth to twins, so alas, she died.
Crossover
In his time, Lex Luthor thought he had become well versed in the strange things in this world, but as the enormous demon breathed hungrily down his neck and a tiny blond girl came running up behind them with a crossbow in her hands, he realized that he had come to Sunnydale quite unprepared.
Death
Clark would never tell J'onn, or Ollie, or even Chloe, or any of them really, that he had built a grave at the Loeb Bridge, and every week he set aside time to bring flowers-lilies-to mourn the man who had cradled him in his arms so tenderly and confessed his love to Clark just as they were both submerged into the icy depths.
First Time
Although Lex never answered Clark when he looked up at him with that innocent boyish grin and asked why Lex got so stiff when people tried to touch him, he remembered too clearly that first time his father had come into his room, late at night, and Lex had whispered softly, innocently, "Daddy, no..."
Fluff
With a bit of flourish, Kara topped off the double-shot mocha with some whipped cream and sprinkles, walked it over to there chair where Chloe Sullivan was sitting, and watched as the woman took her first sip and got a bit of whipped cream on her nose, which Kara leaned over and licked off deftly before their eyes met.
Humor
Clark bit back a chuckle as his eyes lit upon the most bizarre sight they had ever seen in his short sixteen years: Lex Luthor being chased around the chicken coop by a flock of irritated hens.
H/C
When Bruce arrived, Lex was laying there in the hospital bed, quiet, pale, and withdrawn, so little left of him, so much removed, and so Bruce finally forced himself to move to Lex's side and take his hand and tell him that no matter what, no matter if he no longer had his legs, he would still be his beautiful Alexander.
UST
It was Lex's wedding day, but it couldn't be because Clark wasn't ready to give his best friend away to a shrew of a woman with crooked eyes, so when Lex strolled around his office, speaking broadly about his trespasses unforgivable, Clark's young heart leapt, and hoped, only to be ultimately dashed when the same woman gave her forgiveness; there was more than one reason Clark did not attend their wedding.
Smut
Kara arched her back sharply, her hand wrapped around the back of the bed, which cracked a little at her touch, as she moaned loudly and begged Chloe to keep going, to keep licking and sucking, to keep worshiping her cunt and making her feel so good that she might just explode.
Minor Character POV
Even though the doctors kept telling him that it was too soon, to have some hope, but he could read in their eyes that his prognosis was grim, and as Colin Katz weakly pushed himself up and tried again to feel his mangled legs that would never feel again, he dearly wished that he had never met Jimmy Olsen.
Stolen from simplytoopretty
For each of the prompts, you must write ONE sentence.
Angst
He never speaks of it, not once, not in all the time they are together, not as Lex grows rounder and slower and softer and sighs out of discomfort and guilt, not even as Lex sweat and cries out in pain, because Lex was lonely and grieving, and Clark was officially dead at the time, and the little girl that comes from all this is too, too beautiful not to call his own.
AU
Days after Clark's transgression and subsequent somewhat pathetic apology for reading the list of names from her office and giving the information to J'onn J'onnz to use for a new and just as flawed form of racial profiling, Chloe continued to fume, but as she looked up, not hearing what the young metahuman seated beside her was saying was saying, a tall man entered-- with his too familiar gray eyes, too familiar lips, nose, and chin-- and before she could ask Lex what was with the long, shaggy mop of red hair, he spoke: "I heard you had a support group for freaks; I am one, but that's all I remember about myself."
Crackfic
Clark might have answered Lois' 911, but she had called him the last three times for mundane problems like locking her keys in the car and fixing her sink; thus he yelled at Lex to shut the damn cell off and went back to the busy work of giving birth to twins, so alas, she died.
Crossover
In his time, Lex Luthor thought he had become well versed in the strange things in this world, but as the enormous demon breathed hungrily down his neck and a tiny blond girl came running up behind them with a crossbow in her hands, he realized that he had come to Sunnydale quite unprepared.
Death
Clark would never tell J'onn, or Ollie, or even Chloe, or any of them really, that he had built a grave at the Loeb Bridge, and every week he set aside time to bring flowers-lilies-to mourn the man who had cradled him in his arms so tenderly and confessed his love to Clark just as they were both submerged into the icy depths.
First Time
Although Lex never answered Clark when he looked up at him with that innocent boyish grin and asked why Lex got so stiff when people tried to touch him, he remembered too clearly that first time his father had come into his room, late at night, and Lex had whispered softly, innocently, "Daddy, no..."
Fluff
With a bit of flourish, Kara topped off the double-shot mocha with some whipped cream and sprinkles, walked it over to there chair where Chloe Sullivan was sitting, and watched as the woman took her first sip and got a bit of whipped cream on her nose, which Kara leaned over and licked off deftly before their eyes met.
Humor
Clark bit back a chuckle as his eyes lit upon the most bizarre sight they had ever seen in his short sixteen years: Lex Luthor being chased around the chicken coop by a flock of irritated hens.
H/C
When Bruce arrived, Lex was laying there in the hospital bed, quiet, pale, and withdrawn, so little left of him, so much removed, and so Bruce finally forced himself to move to Lex's side and take his hand and tell him that no matter what, no matter if he no longer had his legs, he would still be his beautiful Alexander.
UST
It was Lex's wedding day, but it couldn't be because Clark wasn't ready to give his best friend away to a shrew of a woman with crooked eyes, so when Lex strolled around his office, speaking broadly about his trespasses unforgivable, Clark's young heart leapt, and hoped, only to be ultimately dashed when the same woman gave her forgiveness; there was more than one reason Clark did not attend their wedding.
Smut
Kara arched her back sharply, her hand wrapped around the back of the bed, which cracked a little at her touch, as she moaned loudly and begged Chloe to keep going, to keep licking and sucking, to keep worshiping her cunt and making her feel so good that she might just explode.
Minor Character POV
Even though the doctors kept telling him that it was too soon, to have some hope, but he could read in their eyes that his prognosis was grim, and as Colin Katz weakly pushed himself up and tried again to feel his mangled legs that would never feel again, he dearly wished that he had never met Jimmy Olsen.