Note: These are a series of drabbles, or ficlets, written for the weekly Live Journal everwood100 (enter that name at the LJ site) challenges. New parts will be updated weekly as each new challenge is presented. Various situations, settings, and pairings - slash included sometimes, 100 words or less. Enjoy. (I'm totally stealing Trisana McGraw's idea, from the Firefly section, but it's a great idea, I can't help myself. Hope she doesn't mind.)
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Challenge #1: First memory of a person, thing, object.
(Pre-accident)
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It is always ice that delivers the memory.
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Evergreen and winter emanated.
Sharp metal sliced through solid liquid and bitter wind assaulted exposed skin.
Collision with the offending stick.
Balance stolen and he was down.
Blood married with saliva.
A friendly hand offered strength and forgiveness, while curl-clouded eyes rained laughter from above.
Fingers slipped sweat over one another.
Pulling.
Fruitless protests sang him lullabys and oppressing weight momentarily devoured.
Fingers clung.
Eyes claimed each other as frosted breath danced between two heated bodies.
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It is always ice that delivers the memory of a best friend no longer being enough.
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Challenge #1: First memory of a person, thing, object.
(Pre-accident)
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
It is always ice that delivers the memory.
.
.
Evergreen and winter emanated.
Sharp metal sliced through solid liquid and bitter wind assaulted exposed skin.
Collision with the offending stick.
Balance stolen and he was down.
Blood married with saliva.
A friendly hand offered strength and forgiveness, while curl-clouded eyes rained laughter from above.
Fingers slipped sweat over one another.
Pulling.
Fruitless protests sang him lullabys and oppressing weight momentarily devoured.
Fingers clung.
Eyes claimed each other as frosted breath danced between two heated bodies.
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It is always ice that delivers the memory of a best friend no longer being enough.
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