prisca: (general - terrible life)
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Title: Long Way Home
Characters: Ryland Grace, mention of Rocky
Prompt: green-eyed monster
Words: 379

Spoiler!!!

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Ryland shut the computer down, and again he realized the emptiness of the spaceship. Hard to believe, but he missed Rocky, like he had never missed any people on Earth. Rocky, the alien engineer, coming from Erid, a planet no one on Earth had ever heard about.

He had neither. When he had thought about aliens before, he had always pictured them as little monsters, with a small body, long arms, and a much too big head with green eyes. A pretty shallow image coming from old movies and books he had enjoyed as a teenager; as a scientist, he should have known better. But after growing up, he never wasted his time thinking about aliens; the chance to meet one of them was not very high.

Until one day everything changed. The sun started to dim out, the Earth would die sooner or later, if not some heroic astronauts would make their way to a far away planet to find a solution. He was not heroic, he was not an astronaut, and sometimes it still felt like a nightmare that he ended up as the last living human being on the starship.

Alone. Until he had met him. A spider-like creature without eyes but with five arms. Alone on his spaceship, coming from Erid, to save his species. Seems, as if they had something in common.

It took some time to find a way to communicate with each other, but then he recognized Rocky's brilliant knowledge as an engineer, and Rocky found out about his understanding of biology and chemistry. Two species who couldn't be more different, but it was only smart to work together because they both were looking for the same.

In the course of time, they grew together, and Ryland started to forget that he was working together with an alien. Rocky turned into a friend; honestly, he had never had a real friend on Earth. No one whose presence he enjoyed so much; no one with whom he could laugh, argue, and discuss as with Rocky, no one whose opinion he respected and trusted so much.

Silence. Ryland sighed. It was over. Their time together had ended, and Rocky was on his way home to Erid while he had to return to Earth. A long and lonely way. But he would never forget him.
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Title: A Future for the Children
Characters: Jeremiah
Prompt: 7 days, 7 stories / post-apocalyptic
Words: 672

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Jeremiah didn't find much sleep this night. His thoughts were circling around Libby, and Smith, and the future of the world.

Libby, the woman he had loved, so funny, so smart, so pretty. He had trusted her blindly, but she had betrayed him. Not only him, but all the good he did believe in, all the people living on the Mountain.

It had almost broken him. Only his hatred of Smith had kept him alive. Without this weird little guy who insisted on being god's messenger, nothing of all would have happened. Libby would still be at his side, her betrayal never revealed. What did he care about the consequences? What did he care about the world? He would have done all to get Libby back. But this would never happen; all that was left behind was a grave, deep in the woods, no one knew about but him.

Jeremiah stared at the paper in front of him; so much time had passed since he had written the last letter to his father. Only to burn it at the end. A comforting ritual that had kept him alive all these years. Fifteen years since a virus had killed all adults, including his parents.

When Libby stepped into his life, he no longer needed this ritual. He had shared all his thoughts and feelings with her, and he had felt alive like he hadn't since these horrible days. When she died, all she left behind was darkness and hate, much too disturbing to put into words.

Today, though, something unexpected had happened. He had met Rose, Smith's daughter. A little girl, maybe six years old, with long blonde hair, a red shirt, and flap trousers. She had looked at him with her green-brown eyes, so similar to Smith's, and anger, ever hate, had crept up in him. But when he wanted to turn away quickly, well knowing that nothing that had happened was her fault, she had grabbed his hand. „My dad found a kitten mom with her babies in the woods. Do you want to see them?“ And against his will, he hadn't been able to refuse. For the first time in weeks, he had left all pain and grief behind, hadn't had a thought for Libby for some time. So scaring, so confusing, but yet...

He grabbed the last remaining pencil, thinking that he would have to find a new one soon. Dear Dad, he wrote. I know, it has been much too long since the last letter. I lost myself in a dream and almost couldn't find the way back. All you told me once, all that kept me going all the time, suddenly had lost any meaning. But today, a little girl reminded me of one of our last conversations.

Can you still remember your words? Mom was gone, and it was only a matter of time before you would follow her. No chance for the adults to survive. I was young, I was confused and scared, and I asked you to take me with you.

But you put your hands on my shoulder, and told me that giving up is never an option. I want you to live, Jeremiah, I want all the children to live, you have told me. I want to believe that, in the end, something good will come out of war, and destruction, and death. The adults have failed. Maybe the world needs to fall apart to be open for a new beginning. A future for the children, a chance to make it better next time.

Jeremiah paused shortly, re-reading his words. He felt tears burning in his eyes; since Libby's death, he hadn't been able to cry. To mourn about his lost dream, about the woman he had loved. Still loved, maybe he would never stop loving her, despite the dark secrets she had carried around. But finally, he could feel some peace, some hope again.

He put the pencil down, grabbed the letter, and held it nearer to the candle. Watched the flames eating it up. He felt at one with the world around him, dark and torn apart, but ready for the first hesitant steps back into the light. Well knowing that the way would not be an easy one, but it needed to be gone. For the future of the children.
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Title: The Discovery of Fear
Characters: Adalind Schade
Prompt: 7 days, 7 stories / fear
Words: 286

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Shaking all over, despite the stormy weather not caring about a coat, Adalind left the house, well knowing that she would never come back here. She was grown up with the knowledge that being a Hexenbiest made her one of the most powerful Wesen on earth. There weren't many who could turn into a danger for her; she could control most of them with only a snip of her fingers. And how much she had enjoyed this.

Cold rain hit her face, making her shudder. A first wave of fear crept through her body. A new feeling. Never before had she felt so helpless, so alone. Not longer was she part of the game. The beast turned into a weak woman. A human, weak woman.

It felt like a nightmare, but she knew she wouldn't wake up from it. She had been careless, though she should have known better. Never underestimate a Grimm! How often had her mother warned her? She hadn't listened; had been deceived by his handsome facade, by his eyes, which sometimes looked so warm and gentle, and by his smile, which he never showed her.

Full of excitement, she had waited for the fight... and then she had lost. She had known it the moment she could taste his blood on her lips. The blood of a Grimm was the end of every Hexenbiest. Tonight, she had lost not only her power but also her family, her friends, her whole life. Forced to spend the rest of her time alone because she didn't belong anywhere.

She ignored the tears burning in her eyes, another new experience, and she started walking aimlessly down the road. Soon enough, the darkness had swallowed her up.
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Title: Broken Hearts
Characters: Casey Connor. Delilah Profit
Prompt: 7 days, 7 stories / any, any, These Truths / heartbreak
Words: 571

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„Delilah, please, don't make a drama.“ Casey felt uncomfortable, but he knew that if he didn't find the courage now to say what was long overdue, he might never find the courage again, and everything would end in a complete mess for Deliah and for him. „We both knew that it would end like this. It never was a true relationship between us.“

She looked at him with a mixture of anger and disappointment. „How can you say this? We are together...“

„No, we are not!“ he interrupted her. „It's just me and you, Del, no media around. So you can stop putting on a show. We never were the dream couple we made people believe. You never meant me when you talked about love! It was all about the fame and the interest I got,“ he paused and shrugged, „and about all the money the media was willing to pay for our story. The hero who stands up against an alien all alone, to save the girl he loves.“ He huffed. „That's stuff cheap movies are made of, not reality. And you are much too smart to say otherwise.“

„You think I am smart?“

„I think you know what you want and how to get it. And I don't complain. First, it felt good. I mean, since I can remember, I was the geek in school, bullied, teased, and ignored. But then Mary Beth came along, and my world was turned upside down. The police investigation, my parents, who looked at me as if I had lost my mind, the media everywhere. I felt confused and afraid, and I didn't know how to deal with it.

It was good that someone else took the reins. I just let it happen and followed your unwritten script. It was easier that way. But it never was real. And I can't move on like this forever.“

She narrowed her eyes. „Great. And what's with me? Have you ever thought about my feelings?“

„Don't act as if we going separate ways is the end of the world. People might have called me a hero for a while, but let's face it. Deep inside, I stayed the geek all the time. I still love photography and chess, and too much attention makes me feel uncomfortable.“ Casey smirked. „I don't think you'll suffer from a broken heart for long. Jeremy Tremblay has an eye on you for a while already; he is a sports ass, he is goodlooking and it seems he's coming from one of the most famous families in Quebec. To cut a long story short, he fits much better in your future plans than I ever did.“

Delilah wanted to protest first, but then she kept quiet. To Casey's surprise, she was even blushing slightly. „You have noticed it,“ she murmured.

„Yes,“ Casey admitted, „and I guess this was the moment I realized that it was time to bring the charade to an end. The media interest is slowly waning anyway, and without that, there isn't much left for us. Let us do the right thing now; let's bring it to an end without any drama.“

Some moments later, a smile turned up on Delilah's face. „Maybe a tiny bit of drama and broken hearts? For the media and all our followers who are still out there?“

Casey laughed. „Agreed! Let's prepare for the last big show.“
prisca: (faculty - geek Tyler)
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Title: Cosplaying
Characters: Casey Connor. Stokely Mitchell, mention of Zeke Tyler
Prompt: 7 days, 7 stories / dragoncore
Words: 375

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„Holy shit, Stokes!“ Casey stared at his friend with wide eyes. „You look so cool! You will be the star at Comic Con.“

„Thank you!“ The girl in the costume of a female dragon rider, tight black jeans, a dark red corsage over the grey shirt, a black cape, and high black boots, grinned widely. „Wait, until you've seen the complete cosplay. I found a tutorial for the perfect makeup last week, and maybe I'll dye my hair red with henna. This should make a great contrast to the dark costume.“

She held up a pair of silver earrings, featuring two dragons. „What do you think about this as an eyecatcher? I even found a fitting necklace at the thrift store.“ Then she sighed. „The problem is still the sword; this cheap plastic thing I bought on eBay ruins everything. But even renting a good larp sword for some days coasts a shitload of money.“

„Maybe you could ask Zeke.“

„Huh? Since when has Zeke been interested in cosplay?“

„That would be fun; he would look so hot in a dragoncore costume.“ Casey laughed. „But I'm afraid he is much more interested in science fiction stuff. That doesn't mean he won't pull some strings for you, though. He was the most famous dealer at school once; I'm sure, he still has his contacts. I will talk with him this evening.“

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Zeke pointed at the silver sword with its golden and dark red details on the lab table. "I hope that will do it. Wasn't easy to find one last minute; seems as if the whole town is running mad because of this con."

"It's perfect." Stokely's eyes sparkled excitedly while she grabbed it, swinging it back and forth. "Can't thank you enough; you saved my day."

"No shit!" When the girl wanted to pull him into her arms, Zeke stepped back quickly, rolling his eyes. "Don't you have anything better to do? Like, dressing up in this ridiculous costume?"

Stokely laughed. "Even you still try to play the asshole, Zeke, you are not!" She bent forward, placed a fleeting kiss on his cheek, and then turned around to leave the garage. It was time to get ready for con.

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