Fiction Drabbles: 100-Word Challenge Community

Title: Two Weeks
Challenge/Prompt: #164 - Nothing
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, mention of sex
Summary: “Brian’s cheating on you.”


“Brian’s cheating on you,” her best friend blurts after fidgeting all lunch, trying to drop the bombshell gently.

Oh.

Monica blinks, suppressing a one-shouldered shrug, as Kelly rushes in with disaster relief. “You deserve so much better than that asshole…” She hadn’t known, but she’s not surprised. Brian hasn’t been with her.

Yesterday, she gave them two more weeks, tops. They never fight. Warmth and laughter faded into coexistence, occasional banter, mutually convenient lies.

She was supposed to have a ‘romantic’ dinner with Brian tonight. She will.

She might as well make the most of two weeks of enjoyable sex.

Title: Angel's Demons
Challenge/Prompt: #175 - Impulsive
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, implied past child abuse
Summary: She gets angry.


When Lily gets angry, she gets angry.

Everyone knows that Lily is an angel; in her floating, light-colored dresses, she even looks like one. She always says 'please' and 'thank you', she happily gives away the bigger share, and her words brighten anyone as surely and sincerely as her smile.

No one knows that she was expelled twice, the first time for bruising a boy's face and shoving his favorite teddy in his mouth.

Lily represses her demon's stirrings, sick and terrified. But the demon has power—and though she can't remember why, she always feels like she needs it.

Title: More
Challenge/Prompt: #167 - Crisis
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Rating: G
Summary: “You’re doing important work. I hope you get him.”


He unlocked his front door with thoughts awhirl. The latest victim’s sister had found a store receipt that…

Natalie sat in a chair, waiting, with two bags packed. Blinking, he blurted, “What’s this about?”

She rose deliberately, eyes iced with respect. “John.” A euphemistic slur. “You’re doing important work. I hope you get him. I just can’t be here anymore.”

He raised his hands, placating, pricked with irritation as his deliberations scattered. “Honey, wait. Let’s talk―”

“Now you want to talk?” Bitterness, veiled as she gathered her bags. “Let’s be real.”

“You hate him more than you ever loved me.”

Title: Discount
Challenge/Prompt: #168 - Help
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Rating: PG
Summary: Sophia wasn't gambling her life.


Her eyes snorted. Sophia spoke patiently. "I hired Marcell. Where is he?"

"Give me a chance." The spindly boy in a drooping coat held her eyes with his, big and round like oil pools.

Gutsy imbecile. "Want to die, boy?" she fired. "This is a master's job."

"I'll do it for $2000." Barely 2% of Marcell's exorbitant rate. "And―you take me into the Veiled City."

Tempting, if she had time to kill. The floors of his eyes plunged into fathomless wells. Hers flared. He had the power, but the honed skill…?

"Deal." For her amusement, Sophia wasn't gambling her life.

Title: Mastery
Challenge/Prompt: #179 - Free
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence (not graphic)
Disclaimer: It’s all mine.
Summary: Years upon years of freedom, from everything, to do anything.
Author's Notes: I may write more in this world.


The dream promised freedom.

…from the anxiety that clung like fog to every street and word. A grocery run tugged at spider-threads of alliance and enmity. Chances to kill and gain, exposed―by you? for you? He half-remembers constables, laws, another world's naïve playthings.

Someone was always stronger until no one was. Not this idiot, scavenging the Master's shed. She shatters, begging for her life.

He shuts her up.

Years upon years of freedom, from everything, to do anything. Take―or receive splendid tributes. Command―or accept solicitous service, hear artful ingratiation. Bound in silky ennui, he aches for the bite of fear.

Title: Hello Again
Challenge/Prompt: #176 - Trinity
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: It’s all mine.
Summary: “We’re not friends, Terry. You chose that.”


“You’re dead!”

She smiles. “I was. It didn’t take.”

They stand in a triangle, a mockery of an official meeting. Caelum’s eyes dance, his composure otherwise perfect. Terra grimaces like she’s smashed his kneecaps a foot before the finish line.

He mistakes Caelum’s quiet flexibility for weakness. But did your thugs ever touch toe inside Aeropolis? Aloud, she warns, “The Dei mean for Three to lead―not one. I know that. But They―and we―don’t need you.”

Terra awkwardly extends his hand. Mare snorts a laugh. “We’re not friends, Terry. You chose that.”

“What do you want…?”

She slides away. “Nothing, yet.”