ficlets100 - number seven.

[rawri]

001. Guilt
002. New
003.Solitude
004. Content
005. Tale

006. Distort
007. Luxury
008. Listen
009. Party
010. Scent

011. Storm
012. Lessons
013.Apology
014. Relief
015. Breeze

016.Fading
017. Passion
018. Stay
019.Rain
020. Within

021.Dread
022.Revenge
023.Time
024.Perfect
025.Eyes

026.Bloom
027.Beginning
028. Bath
029. Object
030. Lost

031.Pride
032. Death
033

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toward the terra -> ⌈70.⌋ Jewel.

[rawri]

Mister Red was a funny, funny man. He arrived every so often, and he just had to be different. Amidst all the bright colors, the smell of waffles or cakes or whatever his mama decided to bake that day, he stood out, solid and dark and imposing, and he couldn’t help but look over at the man whenever he came around. He didn’t come often, and so he had to pay attention when he did.

It was hard to pay attention, though-Jomy and Swena would appear spontaneously, too, and though he’d told them they should be more on time (Jomy? On time?), they didn’t listen. Mister Red did listen. He didn’t tell him to study, either, even if he acted a bit like his father.

The world was always bright, but it was growing cold.

And maybe Mister Red wasn’t so different, because his colors got darker and darker, too, although his ear still held that sparkle (red- hah! like the textbook cover, like a cut finger, like the professor’s necklace, like Mister Red) and when asked, the other froze. He might have had some problems paying attention, but he knew what

toward the terra -> ⌈67.⌋ Fairies.

[rawri]

It never walked-only floated, danced and pranced about without a single care. It was a pink creature, with clear blue eyes and a rabbit-kitten sort of body, and it wouldn’t go away. Oh, no, it would go away-whenever someone was around, it disappeared. Whenever he was along, it was everywhere.

It had to have psionic powers, because it was always swirling around him, brushing past him, never touching him - he never touched it, it never touched him- and if it was reading his mind, he couldn’t tell. It would summon up pink bubbles, or balls, or whatever they were, and bounce around the walls with them; ‘pass’ them to him, as if inviting him to play. It had to have psionic powers, because it would give calls of mu, mu whenever it was particularly happy

ffvii -> ⌈53.⌋ Dare.

[rawri]

There’s a cat strung up by its hind legs, strung up on a string with is on a stick, and Cid’s carrying the stick because the rest of the kids are plain pansies. The cat’s yowling, and Cid tells it to shut the heck up (he’d been learning new words lately, words like heck and darn and goddangit), but it doesn’t, so he shakes the stick a bit, makes it go back and forth, back and forth, and he’s so distracted with this that he doesn’t notice Nibel rising around him.

It was a dare, a stupid dare, if you asked Cid- simply take the cat up to the base of the mountains and get back before the nasty wolves bit your butt (another word he’d learned). But all the other kids thought it was a grand plan-at least, it was a great plan until they had to pick the person to do it.

And then they’d kept on arguing and talking. Like they were adults or something.

Cid didn’t like being made to wait. So he’d grabbed the stick, made the obligatory you’re all a bunch’a darn pansies! and set off. Really, the worst part was how much the cat yowled

toward the terra -> ⌈28.⌋ Bath.

[rawri]

You can’t look so afraid. They’ll see that, and then they’ll feel like that, too.

He turned the heat up, and his skin went from an unhealthy pale to an unhealthy red in seconds flat. Something that being ’better’ couldn’t even change.

You’re looking indecisive again. They’ll see that.

His head hurt- too many thoughts, too many rumors, too many hopes and dreams and nightmares, and he was just beginning, the red cape hung outside of the tiled box like a dead crying mouse.

Speaking of which. He could hear Rain calling, from the other side of the glass; made him look away from the wall in front of him, jumbled thoughts pulling together.

The soldier has to be strong.

Why was he crying? His species’ name besides-- "Hey, Rain, I’m right here-"

Something in the wall seemed to snap, and he fell back.

You have to be strong.Throat constricted, eyes squeezed shut - keeping them open in water was easy enough, but now things really had turned red, and it burned. Thick, heavy streams, falling from the shower head in a way that reminded him

air gear -> ⌈85.⌋ Paint.

[rawri]

Black was the color of the walls, of the air, of their suits. The computers were white, but when the scientists shut them down and left, they were black, too. Twining fingers and quiet smiles-if she was the sheep painted black by the others, he had had a whole vat of tar dumped on him. They all were nervous, but thoughts were void when one slept in the abyss, and his chest rose and fell just as steadily as hers