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Dec. 7th, 2011

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OUAT - All that glitters...

Mr. Gold surveyed the sum of his life’s work. In his small pawnshop he had more merchandise then he could display, and he liked it that way.

He was a collector, a dealer and a procurer. He knew that nothing was beyond his reach.

But, why did he feel so empty? Surrounded by the treasures and wealth that summed up a life full of material ambition, he still felt that same bottomless black hole in his heart. He still felt…hollow.

He remembered feeling this same way as far back as memory allowed.

If all his fortune couldn’t satisfy, what could?

Nov. 30th, 2011

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Fanfic drabble

Cannon: True Blood  
Pairing: Alcide/Sookie

The smell of her skin intoxicated him. It was sweet, like strawberries. The taste she left on his lips reminded him of watermelon, and he found himself unable to stop as his hands worked to remove the fabric between them.

They were entwined in each other’s arms, united and completely oblivious to the balmy Louisiana night.

The world was quiet, aside from the soft sighs Sookie made in response to Alcide’s touch.

Sookie was delicious, like fresh lemonade in summer.

She was perfect, guileless and innocent. No frills, no games. No lies. Alcide trusted her, even as he worshipped her. 

Nov. 29th, 2011

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Another drabble...

Lily checked her watch. Sam was already 30 minutes late, and the crisp air was settling into her bones. Sam was never late.

She sighed impatiently. Sam always made it such a big deal when she was seconds late, now this? Ridiculous.

Sam jumped out of a taxi. Agitated, Lily moved from under the awning toward him. She started to chide, but something in his demeanor made her hesitate.

Before she could speak, he reached into his pocket and fell to one knee. 

“Lily, will you remarry me? I promise the next 30 years will, by far, surpass the first.”

Nov. 28th, 2011

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Haunted - Drabble in 100wordstories

Elsa’s house had been on the market for months. Her realtor had little in the way of advice other then “patience.” But that was nearly impossible for Elsa.

She had to walk down that street every day for work.  She had to walk by where it happened. She had to look at those stains.

Elsa remembered the day it happened. She remembered the day her two beautiful babies played ball in the front yard. She remembered when the road was free of stains.

The blood of her children gradually faded. It would haunt her, until the house sold. She hoped.