hazelbite: (SG1: Daniel - Quiet)
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quilt Scrooge countdown dreaming of a white Christmas wrapping

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hazelbite: (GO: I <3 Crawly)
In honor of the season, write about an object that is haunted.

The orb sat benignly on the plinth - a place of high honor in the hall. The black glass reflected light though he could not find the source of it.

"Look closer and you will see," the figure said mildly and Nolan leaned in, almost against his will. He knew the rumors and this was surely the object in them.

His eyes were wide as he took in the glare of the glass and he blinked slowly before fully gazing into the orb.

For a moment he thought he saw his own eyes gazing back at him but no, his own were not the bright, clear blue he was seeing. And then, there were more; scared, hopeful eyes, shapes crowding his own vision as though seeking his attention. He clenched his eyes shut but the images remained, stark against the blackness of his vision. Pained, faceless looks, some angry, some sad but all Gifted.

And that was when he knew the rumors were true. This man was stealing Gifts, a heinous crime by all standards, and these images were the only remaining pieces of those who had lost everything.
hazelbite: (BOG: Blades of GLAM)
I hope I'm ready for Nano, it's getting closer!

In honor of the season (or just a clumsy moment), write 100 words about fall .

The leaves had just begun to turn and they could already feel the cold waiting impatiently in the distance for its time to arrive. This was also the month of the twins' sixteenth birthday. An auspicious one for many, especially for those who will soon find themselves Gifted.

The twins' were not the first to know of their soon to be abilities, but rather, were informed by the way their father rushed into the sitting room, breathless and fearful: "he's sent them for you."

That is how it came to be that the autumn of their sixteenth birthday, and every one since, was spent in hiding with no mentors to guide them and a younger brother forced by necessity into Guardianship, for no one else could be asked to risk their lives by defying the Seeing One. Their parents had already paid that price for them.
hazelbite: (GO: I <3 Crawly)
Today, write a hundred word drabble having something to do with a lock. There are various usages of the word; go wild. (It's a bit over 100 words but they wouldn't stop talking to me :D )

"Can you do anything?" Nolan asked him.

"I've never tried melting metal before," Kerris replied. Nolan could feel how unsure he was and tried to project as much confidence to him as he could. Kerris smiled at him in gratitude before shifting closer to the lock on his cell door, wrapping both hands around it.

Nolan saw Kerris slip into his familiar state of deep concentration. Nolan closed his eyes as well, feeling the flow of power between them as Kerris borrowed stored energy.

The power built slowly between them, increasing with every pass with Nolan focusing on opening himself up so Kerris could access as much as he needed.

Then he felt something shift inside head and felt the power settle with a hum between them. Nolan opened his eyes to a grinning Kerris.

"I did it," Kerris breathed.

"Never doubted it," Nolan replied as he felt waves of pride shift between the both of them.
hazelbite: (BOG: Blades of GLAM)
I wanted to do some warm-up writing with my characters before Nanowrimo started so I joined [livejournal.com profile] charloft for their awesome creative writing propmts. Here's my first one:

"Row faster!" Kerris yelled back at him, voice almost lost through the spray of water. He turned around and aimed another fireball at their pursuers.

"You try rowing through a storm!" Nolan yelled back, muscles straining as he struggled to pull the boat through a swell of water.

Kerris continued shooting off fireballs even though the flames were being extinguished before they reached their destination.

Nolan ignored the sound of gunshots coming from the other boat. The only good thing about the weather was that the people chasing them couldn't aim either.

He pulled on the oars again and glanced quickly over his shoulder, flinging wet hair out of his eyes. "We're almost there!"

On his last word, the boat was caught by a large wave, dumping them over. Nolan didn't even have time to shout in surprise before he was being rolled by the pounding surf.

He crawled slowly out of the water, once he got his bearings, feeling as though he'd been on the losing side of multiple tavern fights. He glanced around and was relieved to see Kerris a short way off spitting out a mouthful of sand. Shouts rang out behind them and Nolan lifted his head to see their pursuers still struggling toward the beach.

"We probably could have planned that escape better," Nolan commented dryly, groaning as he rose to his feet wondering if they could find a place to hide for the night.

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