Prompts, please!
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I am behind on my target word count for the year and I am trying to get as many words counted tonight (my time) for
1_million_words' total target of 15 million for the year, so I need your help!
If you would like to help me, leave your prompts here! Please make them 1-3 word prompts only (whole sentences/ideas tend to bring on far more than drabbles, and this is all about short fic today!), and you may suggest a fandom and/or pairing if you know the kind of things I write and want a specific fill, but feel free to just leave it open and general if you don't mind, as that will make it easier for me.
Go, now! As many prompts as I can fill with drabbles on up to comment fic-size short pieces before I hit the hay tonight is my aim, although I am at work right now and may not actually start until later this afternoon. THANK YOU!
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If you would like to help me, leave your prompts here! Please make them 1-3 word prompts only (whole sentences/ideas tend to bring on far more than drabbles, and this is all about short fic today!), and you may suggest a fandom and/or pairing if you know the kind of things I write and want a specific fill, but feel free to just leave it open and general if you don't mind, as that will make it easier for me.
Go, now! As many prompts as I can fill with drabbles on up to comment fic-size short pieces before I hit the hay tonight is my aim, although I am at work right now and may not actually start until later this afternoon. THANK YOU!
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Date: 2014-12-29 08:38 pm (UTC)+ watching the sunrise (my, your layout is yellow)
+ kitchen messes
+ "Please don't go."
+ rum-filled pineapples
Illumination – Arrow (Oliver, PG, 200 words)
Date: 2014-12-30 06:02 am (UTC)This from the prompt: Watching the sunrise
Oliver sighed, lowering himself into a chair on the balcony, bone-weary after another night of fighting crime in Starling City. He could already see the morning limning the horizon in a palette of yellow and red. In his previous life he would have thought it beautiful. Right now, all he could think was how each night ended with the crushing reality of too much fighting and not enough sleep.
Did he have to go on; to meet each day with the hope that he was doing enough to change things and make the city a safer place?
As the sun burst forth from its nightly resting place, he sat up straighter, studying the play of light upon cloud and buildings. The illumination hit panes of glass on a nearby building, and just for a second there was a flash of green, almost in the shape of an arrow, whizzing across the sky.
Had he not been watching, he might have missed it. So brief and so insignificant in the larger portrait of the city by daybreak; yet it had been there, flaring just brightly enough to make a difference.
There was a reason for him to keep going after all.