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blooded | e0057 | assimilation
Title: Blooded
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Genre: Fantasy
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fiction_drabbles prompt - journey
“You told me that if I abandoned you, any death or injury would be blood on my hands.”
The ward sparked between them, thrummed with a strength not felt for years.
“I did,” he said.
The ward designed by two, brought to life by five, broken by one.
They crouched together in the grimy room and his friend, enemy, friend held up his palm, blood still dribbling into his sleeve from the thin slash across his palm and painted across the tips of his fingers to match the swirled arcs etched on the ground. “It seems fortune favours the melodramatic."
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Title: E-0057
Rating: G
Wordcount: 100
Genre: Gundam 00 (Allelujah)
Warning: Spoilers for season 1, episode 11
Remarks: fiction_drabbles prompt - copy
Seventy-four sets of shirts and pants, starched and stiff and white; too loose on some, too tight on others, and always itchy when they come back from the wash. Seventy-four pairs of thin cotton shoes, tucked at the end of seventy-four beds every night. Seventy-four metal bracelets clasped around the left wrist, smooth and skin-warm, tiny words etched neatly into the silver. Seventy-four children lined up on seats, hands resting quietly in their laps, eyes hooded and dull.
One silent whisper in the air, unshaped and unspoken, drifting past seventy-three closed minds.
Allelujah?
One boy brightens and lifts his head.
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Title: Assimilation
Rating: G
Wordcount: 100
Genre: Sci-fi
Remarks:
fiction_drabbles prompt - ashThe scans are sharp and clear, exposing dark scarring and twisted wiring; she reads the damage inside her own mind and rages. Each mar in the mapping is an enemy outpost, surrendered ground, and if she could she would push her fingers through her ears and burn it all.
He is steady, soothing, gentle pressure. Destruction in the name of creation, he tells her. Their touch but in your reach, and everything is the same at its centre.
The most important lesson of all, if she is to carry them forward.
Take it and break it and make it ours.