| TM Prompt #129: When I woke the next morning... |
[04 Jun 2006|06:33am] |
When I woke the next morning, my only thought was of water. I had to have a drink of water or my throat would swell closed permanently. As I rose to fetch said glass, I stumbled across the first of many difficulties that day. There would be no water for I was not at my flat in Inverness. I was on the ground. Somewhere. Presumably still in Scotland, because it was bloody cold as hell and my backside was bruised from the broken stones beneath it.
My second thought was a fleeting query as to how much of the blood on me was actually my own. Beyond my bruised arse, I didn’t feel injured and, thus, assumed not much of it could be. Reassured, I then raised the third question. Whose blood was it? And the fourth. Had I completely disposed of the threat? And – belatedly – the fifth. Was Colina safe?
Yes. Of that much I could be relatively certain. She was in Kirkhill at the family house, working on some paper or another she simply could not write at the flat she shared with her brother Aleck.
Aleck. The sixth question.
“Aleck!” I bellowed.
“Asleep close by.”
The voice was young. And feminine. I felt my brows raise involuntarily and started to turn, but her voice stopped me. Her voice and a sharp pain running from my left hip up through the side of my neck.
“Don’t turn around.”
( more questions )
Muse: Declan O'Leary
Fandom: Miscellaneous Books
Series: The Witch War Histories, Vols. II and III
Word Count: 999
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| Fortune does not change men; it unmasks them. |
[08 Apr 2006|09:19am] |
Fortune. Some people have it, some people seek it, some claim to predict it, and some say that it favors the brave. Write a ficlette inspired by the word 'fortune.'
I didn’t much care for London anymore. Once, I had enjoyed its urbanity, its cool metropolitan embrace. London wrapped itself around a body and held on loosely, always allowing space to breathe but offering safety should one falter. There was an electric pulse to the Chelsea area if you were willing to feel it, and I had chosen my Fernshaw Road flat with care, wanting to savor the life crackling around me. That was nearly a year ago, and by the time the telephone rang on that rainy December morning, I had grown tired of it.
( Wheel of Fortune )
Muse: Declan O'Leary
Fandom: Miscellaneous Books
Series: The Witch War Histories, Vols. II and III
Word Count: 1141
Author's Note: Title quote from Suzanne Necker (1739-1794)
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| What is the most dangerous thing you've ever done? |
[07 Apr 2006|10:36pm] |
The shape of danger is a fluid thing, shocking in its capacity to mold itself to one’s desires. One moment the sleek, fast curves of intrigue; shifting the next to the warm, pulsing caress of the cradle of life between a woman’s legs. Even the word is an enticement. Danger. And careless is he who forgets the difference between danger to the body and danger to the soul.
( The Shape of Danger )
Muse: Declan O'Leary
Fandom: Miscellaneous Books
Series: The Witch War Histories, Vols. II and III
Word Count: 349
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| Did you ever intentionally make a fool out of yourself while fully realizing what you were doing? |
[30 Mar 2006|10:09am] |
Not bloody likely!
Ah, well, I can think of an occasion, although at the time I really didn’t know quite what I was doing… only that I must do something or all our plans would have been undertaken in vain. Fortunately, the event transpired in a pub. Good, dark, loud and confusing tavern in Soho. Makes all the difference in this case.
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Muse: Declan O'Leary
Fandom: Miscellaneous Books
Series: The Witch War Histories, Vols. II and III
Word Count: 1090
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| Where would you live if you had the choice - real, fantasy, anything goes |
[05 Mar 2006|07:41am] |
Character Name: Declan O’Leary
Origin: The Witch War Histories, Vols. II and III
Word Count: 815
Character’s LJ: Declan's Journal
Rating: PG
That January was cold. It was supposed to be. January is synonymous with ice and snow and bitter rains that will freeze your balls. Wales was no exception. In brief snatches of personal time, I longed strongly for my warm bed in at uni. When the wind blew, I even yearned for my bed at the orphanage in Dublin. Fortunately, the moments came infrequently. I was too busy for personal time.
( My Chosen Place )
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| Write about a time you mocked somebody. |
[02 Mar 2006|07:36am] |
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Mockery? From Declan O'Leary? Atypical, to be sure, but there is without doubt a time or two in my twenty-eight years of life. I tend to go in for the one-liners, the quick jab with just enough truth to smart. Ah, well, those are hardly fitting stories.
I do recall one bit of mockery that earned me five good raps on the knuckles...
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Muse: Declan O'Leary
Fandom: Miscellaneous Books
Word Count: 639
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