The Fourth Original Fiction Drabble-thon!

May 26, 2010 11:52

Hello hello, all! Becky/ruffwriter here. Summer's finally arrived, so let's do some writing, shall we? The Original Fiction Drabble-thon is once again underway ( Read more... )

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ruffwriter May 26 2010, 15:53:24 UTC
A unique protector/protectee relationship.

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woodburner May 26 2010, 17:15:07 UTC
The protector is the weaker of the two, but for some reason is in a position to offer needed protection.

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ruffwriter May 26 2010, 18:17:23 UTC
Cass, standing a few feet away, glanced over the heads of their younger siblings to meet eyes with Felix, as if expecting him to explain, but he had no idea what had happened, either. The short answer seemed to be that the frail, asthmatic kid from his World History class had saved his life ( ... )

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noelleno May 26 2010, 18:22:07 UTC
LMFAO THIS ALEX KID.
Oh my God I'm in love

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ruffwriter May 26 2010, 15:53:40 UTC
Leaving on a jet plane.

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ruffwriter May 26 2010, 15:53:53 UTC
Graduation.

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ruffwriter May 26 2010, 15:54:45 UTC
A not-so-natural illness.

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woodburner May 26 2010, 17:15:33 UTC
That involves sprouting mushrooms.

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noelleno May 26 2010, 18:17:52 UTC
The days that followed the unfortunate journey through the bog brought on a level of obnoxious in Prince Donovan that no one had yet experienced or even imagined before. The yelling was louder, the insults were crueller, the complaining was...complainier. It was snowballing into the most unpleasant stretch of travel yet, and it took a great deal of strength to keep hands from throttling the boy as each moment passed.

Headaches and burning, he said. Outrageous and unbelievable headaches while his body burned. Well, consider our own headaches, Pari had thought irritably as the woes were wailed. Her brother had inspected him six times over and found no cause for real concern: no barbs or bites that would lead one to believe a toxin was at work, though the boy did seem a bit more yellow at times if one looked hard enough. Jahad had assured that there was no danger, and that perhaps the stink of the bog and the pressing summer heat was just building up and causing his princely nature to suffer. An acceptable excuse, to be certain, but ( ... )

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(ps sorry for editing forever sob) noelleno May 26 2010, 18:18:34 UTC
Horrible days after the bog, the unhappy group caught sight of chimney smoke over the wood. Motivated by the notion of food, shelter, and perhaps a chance to dump the prince on some unlucky villagers (Pari could only dream), they quickened their pace and at the end of the day found themselves at the doorstep of a mossy, stonebrick hut wedged comfortably between two acorn trees. It was tiny by most anyone's standards, too tiny for Jahad to duck and enter for certain, but Pari knocked anyway, hoping for a little help ( ... )

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ruffwriter May 26 2010, 15:57:58 UTC
Learned taste aversion.

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