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  • Zekkass 2:21 pm on September 26, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    For the prompt of ‘a cat is haunted by a ghost’.

    Warning: This is not a nice story. Violence against animals.

    It kills the first of them. It croutches over the litter, paw raised, and treats them like mice. Broken backs, strength in its paw, and it spares none. It smiles as it kills.

    There’s howling from behind. Angry, loud howling. A paw on its back, teeth in its neck. Growling. It closes its eyes and waits to die, shaking in sudden fear. It knows what is coming.

    Abruptly the paw is gone, and it relaxes, expecting it to be over. Wasn’t so bad. It can leave now. But then there is pain in its legs, and it yowls in pain, drags itself away from the litter with broken legs.

    It looks back at its attacker, expecting to see a wolf, a dog, a beast with fangs and a paw the size of a mountain, expecting to see what pinned it, but no –

    Just the litter’s dam, with death and grief in her eyes.

  • Zekkass 7:29 am on September 25, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: preview   

    Because NaNoWriMo is coming up, and because the chat is active, I wrote a little preview from my upcoming novel. Dunno if I’ll use this exactly in it, and it’s set halfway through, but anyways…

    …ruined world. He stares. The second the word was out he knew something would happen, but this – his memory is still hazy on exactly what happened, and he has the feeling he blinked and missed it, but –

    There is no world.

    There is ruin, spread out before him. There is ruined, rusted metal spread in every direction, grinding together and surging as the water – was the ocean filled with these wrecks – as the water moves and sways with the tides. There is an endless shriek in the air as infinite pieces of metal are ground and dragged against each other, and he covers his ears as he looks. He sees the remnants of a car, of buildings, but Earth never had this much metal, this metal ocean is too vast for everything humanity made to fill it. And yet it’s filled, and if this –

    What has he done to the world by giving her that name?

  • Zekkass 4:11 am on March 7, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    we used to be family 

    [Notes: Okay – I wrote this after several weeks of no writing at all, so pardon any roughness, and to boot it’s fanfic. Specifically it’s Supernatural fanfic, an AU of season five, and mostly what you need to know I’ll summarize like so:

    a) Angels can be trapped in rings of fire – specifically, rings of burning holy oil. Also they’re walking around on Earth in human vessels.

    b) Gabriel skipped out of Heaven after Lucifer fell / other stuff went down, he’s been in hiding from angels and worked out a deal with Loki for use of his form/role as witness protection. Hence the norse references.

    c) Raphael’s…rather determined to get this Apocalypse ongoing so Michael can defeat Lucifer and they can get Paradise going, nevermind what the other pantheons want.

    d) In the episode I’m AUing off of, Raphael was trapped in a fire-ring and left there, so I’m having Gabriel find him before he’s freed later.

    And with that you should be good to go!]

    He can’t help but think of himself as a moth, and he can’t help but think of all the reasons he shouldn’t be here.

    He’s helpless to resist the urge that brings him here, though, and so here Gabriel is: standing before a ring of fire, listening to the rain fall outside as he watches his brother stand as still as a statue in the center of the fire.

    It’s oddly peaceful, for a moment: the rain is the only sound, and the fire is the only movement.

    Then understanding flashes across Raphael’s eyes, and fear strikes at Gabriel when Raphael moves, surging forward, voice rising with fury, and sheer instinctual terror makes Gabriel step back.

    But Raphael stops at the line of the fire, and then he looks nothing more than human, and weary.

    “…Raphael.” Gabriel greets, then falls into silence when Raphael raises his eyes to meet his own.

    Raphael doesn’t need to say anything to make Gabriel understand that he is angry, he is tired, he is without hope and that Gabriel can’t change anything.

    For a moment Gabriel has nothing to say.

    “You shouldn’t be here.” Raphael says.

    “It’s the other way around, actually,” Gabriel says, and he is grateful for the Trickster, for learning how to talk back when all of his basic instincts are to be quiet and obey.

    Millennia of denying those instincts hasn’t made them vanish, after all, and the presence of another angel makes it harder to deny them.

    (After all these years – is Raphael higher in the hierarchy than he is, now? If he took back his role, would he still have rank to pull?)

    “Lucifer is walking,” Raphael says. “The vessels are alive. It’s time we were down here.”

    “It’s not,” Gabriel says, and is all too aware of how the only thing between him and Raphael is that fire.

    “Traitor,” Raphael says after a long moment, the venom fresh in his voice. “I should strike you down.”

    “We used to be family, you know,” is all Gabriel can say.

    “You aren’t my brother,” Raphael says, every inch of him discarding weariness for fury. “You are a – ”

    “Coward, traitor, not worthy to be an angel, tainted – did I miss anything?”

    “You should be dead.”

    “I’m not.”

    “I’m going to fix that.”

    “Not when you’re trapped like that you’re not.”

    They’re silent again, and Gabriel has to fight with himself not to show fear, or shame – he cast all that aside when he claimed the first sacrifice to Loki as his own.

    He reminds himself of this, and he reminds himself of the promises he made to Odin, to Kali, to the assembled Aesir when they realized that Loki didn’t have wings…

    “I’m not going to help you, Raphael,” Gabriel says at last. “Or try to repent or do anything to get myself back in Heaven’s good graces. So feel free to be angry at me.”

    He moves closer to the circle, staring death – his brother – in the face.

    “I’m going to stop this. I don’t want an apocalypse, and no one else on Earth does. You’d know that if you lived here.”

    He spits on the ground, and walks out, ignoring whatever Raphael says in response, listening to the rain instead.

  • Zekkass 5:27 am on January 24, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: prompts, too kind   

    The new prompt is: “There is such a thing as being too kind.”

    Use the tag ‘too kind’ for this, if I’ve figured out the system right.

  • Zekkass 3:54 am on January 21, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    Prompt: Attack, my loyal battle monkeys! 

    Current prompt: ‘Attack, my loyal battle monkeys!’

  • Zekkass 2:23 am on January 16, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    Hello, fellow Querkites! 

    Hello, fellow Querkites!

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