[NYC 22, Original] [Tonya, N/A] Burn, Goodnight.
Title: Burn
Prompt: Desperation
Bonus? No
Word Count: 113
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: NYC 22.
Pairings (if any) N/A
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): None
Summary: "Just let me go," she says, with bitterness in her voice.
"Just let me go," she says, with bitterness in her voice. "I can do so much better than here," she says, and there are bruises that can't be seen, because they're under the skin, beneath muscle and sinew, burned on her heart and her head and her spirit.
She doesn't talk to anyone, because nobody listens, because nobody cares, because her mama is dead and her brother and the cops and - and - and.
She thinks her heart might break, that she might break.
Sirens wail in the streets below, doors slam.
Soon, she thinks, and it burns under her skin like bruises and bloodlust.
Title: Goodnight
Prompt: Bring on the Night
Bonus? No
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any) N/A
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): None
Summary: With the night comes the monsters.
With the night comes the monsters, those who haunt, those who breathe with breathe like death, those who have crimson lips and pearl teeth.
With the night comes monsters, and those who hunt them, those with stakes and silver bullets, with fast cars and scars.
With the night comes terror and horror and God fearing citizens tucked away in their beds, with sun on their minds and light in their hearts.
With the night comes pleasure and pain and the citizens of the underworld.
With the night comes the end of the world, in fits and starts, interrupted, forgotten, farewell, goodnight.
Prompt: Desperation
Bonus? No
Word Count: 113
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: NYC 22.
Pairings (if any) N/A
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): None
Summary: "Just let me go," she says, with bitterness in her voice.
"Just let me go," she says, with bitterness in her voice. "I can do so much better than here," she says, and there are bruises that can't be seen, because they're under the skin, beneath muscle and sinew, burned on her heart and her head and her spirit.
She doesn't talk to anyone, because nobody listens, because nobody cares, because her mama is dead and her brother and the cops and - and - and.
She thinks her heart might break, that she might break.
Sirens wail in the streets below, doors slam.
Soon, she thinks, and it burns under her skin like bruises and bloodlust.
Title: Goodnight
Prompt: Bring on the Night
Bonus? No
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any) N/A
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): None
Summary: With the night comes the monsters.
With the night comes the monsters, those who haunt, those who breathe with breathe like death, those who have crimson lips and pearl teeth.
With the night comes monsters, and those who hunt them, those with stakes and silver bullets, with fast cars and scars.
With the night comes terror and horror and God fearing citizens tucked away in their beds, with sun on their minds and light in their hearts.
With the night comes pleasure and pain and the citizens of the underworld.
With the night comes the end of the world, in fits and starts, interrupted, forgotten, farewell, goodnight.