This challenge was to write very, very short stories, consisting of 25 words.
Here are the results. Please be nice and pet the authors.
The West Wing - Post-On the Day Before
Donna
She moves through the day nervously. He tells her she made a mistake; she already
knows. Another night of ice cream, vodka and tears awaits.
Josh
How could she be so stupid? She knows better. I want to comfort her, but instead
I yelled. Can I forgive her? Can I *not*?
Sam
They'd thrown an elbow. A brilliant political maneuver, well-executed. Leo was
proud; Josh, too. Yet he felt dirty, as if nothing could wash him clean.
***
Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Post "All the Way"
Xander
He watches; she flings herself about with carefree abandon. He knows; his future
is in the joy of that dance. "I´m gonna marry that girl."
Dawn
Boy lips. Lips of boy. Of vampire boy. She shudders. If only he hadn´t
been her first, she would´ve known his lips should´ve been warmer.
Willow
Oh, the magick in being able to make Tara happy with just a dried flower and
a whisper. At least until she gets over it.
***
Smallville
“Lana doesn't see how I feel,” groaned Clark.
“Clark only sees me as a friend,” moaned Chloe.
“Does anyone else hear Paula Cole?” asked Lex.
~*~
Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Post "All the Way"
Dawn
All she cares about is that I was parking with a boy. It doesn't matter that
I dusted my first vamp. A guy I liked.
Anya
I guess Hallowe'en *is* the perfect time to announce that you're engaged to
a thousand-year old ex-vengeance demon.
Giles
Try not to be too hard on her. Dash it all, Buffy, you'll miss me when I'm gone!
Humph! ...Grandpa, indeed!
Xander
I'm getting married! Everyone knows! This is real! Time to look fear in the
eye and hide! Preferably *with* Anya!
Spike
Raisin' hell on All Hallow's... Bleedin' poseurs! Made me miss Roswell...
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Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Post "All the Way"
"Thank You For Your Support"
Even in the dark, Giles could see the piles of paperwork on
Buffy's desk.
What was worse than not being needed?
Being needed too much.
~*~
Currently untitled. So there.
Dr. Who
Anji asked, "You don't know when it is?"
"No idea," answered Fitz, grinning. He picked up the huge present.
The Doctor walked in.
"Happy Birthday!"
***
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Buffy laughed until tears ran down her face. "I'm sorry," she gasped.
Spike frowned, running his fingers through his short red hair. "I'll change
it."
***
Giles sighed, and pointed to the kitchen. "I worked out why Willow's turning evil. I talked to her father."
Buffy looked. Darth Vader waved uncertainly.
***
Star Trek
Uhura opened a channel. "Starship Enterprise."
"Would you be interested in a subscription to Time?"
"Would you be interested in my foot in your face?"
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X-Men
Knocked Down
Storm´s eyes opened, focusing on her hair -- snow on mud. Lifting her face, she glared at her opponent. She wouldn´t be knocked down again.
***
An Itch
The itch in his eyes was unbearable. He craved to open his eyes, just for a moment, without the goggles. Just to release the itch.
***
Confidence
He heard no human noise, only mechanic systems operating to create an illusion. Yet there was a target in the simulation. Wolverine would find it.
***
Last Words
"Humans and mutants can live together." Charles stated firmly to Erik.
"No, Charles, they will never accept us. I´m sorry, my friend, this is goodbye."
***
Fight
"That´s mine, squirt!"
"Finders keepers, Popsicle!" she yelled, but Jubilee laughed when Bobby tickled her.
"Told you it´s mine." He grinned, now holding the remote.
***
Concentration
The medicine ball rose into the air. Jean grimaced slightly as she refocused her energy. The ball floated across the line and she smiled, proud.
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X-Men
Pairings: um... Storm/Jean, Sabretooth and your choice
PG:
Cajun asshole, leaving a mess fer me to clean up. Storm's sobbin' on the floor. Blood's soakin' her dress. Hell, I miss ya already, Gumbo.
***
PG:
"Fuckin' stripe makes me look like a skunk. Ah'm gonna dye it out." "I love it, chere," whispered in my ear. "I'll leave it then."
***
G:
"Tell y'r future, petite?" a sympathetic question. "Sure, Mama Marie," a tired reply "Pick a card… De Ace of Spades. Death. Change. Tears and hope."
***
R:
Leather, heat, movement, throbbing music, need. Lights flashing. Bodies grinding. Strong hands. Sharp claws. Over the bar. Pounding. Fucking. Helpless. Pain, pleasure, blood. Completion. Creed.
***
R:
Delicate teasing fingers, thrusting deep. Sweet wet kisses melding lips. "Please, Storm." Warm bonds of wind holding me down. Fingers replaced with a tongue. Bliss.
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You, too, can take the 25 words challenge - just send it to unfitforsociety@hotmail.com and we'll archive it.
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Disclaimer: All characters belong to their respective owners, which includes: Marvel, Fox, Mutant Enemy, Aaron Sorkin, and the people who do Smallville, which I guess includes DC Comics and a bunch of other people. No infringement on any copyrights is intended. All stories belong to their respective authors and may not be copied without permission.