fiction_drabbles | Entries tagged with prompt #02: yesterday

Title: Decisions
Challenge/Prompt: Yesterday
Original Fiction
Characters: Simon Hemming
Rating: G
Summary: The private eye turned down a case yesterday. It was the right decision, wasn't it?

I told her. I mean, it says in my listing, “Cases at my discretion.” There are some things I just can't afford to get involved with. Nothing personal, I just have to look after my career first and foremost. Everyone's got their lines they don't cross and mine is simple: I don't mess with werewolves.

But there's her face, sad and lost and beautiful. There's the empty bench on my way into work where the city's omega usually sleeps. There's the nighttime silence that should be filled with song. She just wants her husband back.

I pick up the phone.

sinsyne

Title: On Eagle's Wings
Challenge/Prompt: Yesterday
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original Fiction
Characters: Nameless couple.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mentions of suicide.
Disclaimer: All mine.
Summary: In the end, he couldn't save her from herself.
Author's Notes: The title is drawn from the church hymn of the same name. It's a heavy piece, and seeing as there was much more I wanted to put in it, I'm not sure how well I handled the 100 words.

She was gone, yet the despair she left in her wake easily made up for the absence. In death, as in love, she lingered, but there was no solace in that.

Silently, he ghosted through the house, memories of their life together resurfacing with every step, every breath, that he took. That was all she was now: memory.

In sickness and in health, they had once vowed, many years ago. He had thought it such an easy promise, unaware of the inner-demons that tormented her, until she vanished with her painkillers.

Yesterday, she had been alive, now...

Silence welcomed him.

zopyrus

Title: Settlement
Challenge/Prompt: Yesterday
Original Fiction
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mention of self-harm.
~~Dis~~claimer: Plot and characters are mine.
Summary: Hippothoe's marriage ends messily; she goes to live in her brother's house.

She hasn’t moved since yesterday, hasn’t made a sound since I brought her home. Her hair tangled, her dress askew, and the angry scratches she made, from throat to breast, red against the pale of her skin.

The house feels huge, and empty. Even the servants have caught her sadness, like another kind of plague, choking the sound from their throats.

When I sit down beside her, I can hear the rustle of cloth, raw and loud. I take her hand, but she flinches away.

I wish, desperately, that she would scream--that I could scream.

The silence gets louder.

iamfiction

Title: Stolen
Challenge/Prompt: Yesterday
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original Fiction
Characters/Pairings: Amelia
Rating: G
Warnings: Nada.
Disclaimer: My stuff.
Summary: Amelia's adventure begins.

Author's Notes: A little more of Amelia's story... and the beginning of her adventure to reclaim her childhood.

Amelia was face-down in the trunk of a car. It smelled of grease and motor oil and the muffler was very loud. She couldn't see anything, but the sounds alone told her it was an older car. Something nondescript, just like everybody else's.

There were many cars like that in the city.

Amelia twisted, turned right and then left. The women had bound her tight. She could feel the twine cutting into her wrists when she moved.

Simon was nowhere to be found that morning.

Things would have been different if she hadn't been late yesterday. She was sure.

megaptera

Title: Never Too Late
Challenge/Prompt: yesterday
~~Original Fiction or~~ Fanfiction: Diablo II: Lord of Destruction
Characters: Necromancer (Tien), desert mercenary guy (Pratham). The Amazon and the Rogue are sleeping. Shh.
Rating: 13+ for imminent hanky-panky.
Warnings: none.
Disclaimer: Setting and 'verse belong to Blizzard, and I am an old-school sadfan.
Summary: A cold night in Harrogath is about to get warmer, finally.
Author's Notes: I apologize for the jumping around -- like I said, trying to kickstart my fic with these challenges. The drabbles may not make any sense at all until I have the rest of the thing written.

My stories in chronological order are located at http://megaptera.paperdemon.com .

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When every moment might be your last, you cling to today and wonder how many tomorrows you have left, and regret things you did not do yesterday.

Pratham murmured goodnight, gathered his sleeping-furs, and climbed the ladder to the garret as he had done last night and the night before. Tien stared after him for a long moment.

Gale was breathing evenly in her sleep. Klaudia was long gone, cocooned in woolen blankets with only her nose showing.

Must be bloody cold up there...

Wrapping his own cloak around his shoulders, Tien ventured up the ladder into the dark loft.

sterling

Title: The Dream
Challenge/Prompt: Yesterday
Original Fiction
Rating: G
Warnings: None

Yesterday, she told him that she loved him. Fragmented images flashed through his mind, as he tried in vain to remember the details of the dream: the lamplit city street, the spicy scent of her clove-flavored breath, the way she covered her mouth with her hand to hide her beautiful smile.

He had to find her. Thousands of unanswered questions besieged him; there must have been something he’d missed among his rapidly fading memories. His stomach turned with an inexplicable sense of urgency. He was positive that he didn't have much time.

If only he knew where to start.

saan1911

Title: Waiting for Tomorrow.
Challenge/Prompt: Yesterday
Original Fiction
Characters/Pairings: (if applies)
Rating:*
Warnings: Just a sad story
Disclaimer:
Summary: A quick story about life/death
Author's Notes: I just had something in my head.

I think I underestimated her want to live. Looking at her once beautiful face reminds me of an even sadder time, the time that she began to cut her hair for preparation of what was yet to come. She smiled at me, but that same smile betrayed her. She claimed that she was ready, but no one really is. We just fool ourselves into thinking that we are. Now today that smile is gone, but the same spirit is intact. But I know the truth. I know the sad, painful truth and it doesn’t help at all.

Current Mood: blah

sterling

Welcome back! Thank you for participating in last week's prompt. I hope it was as fun for you as it was for me.

If you're visiting us for the first time, we're glad to have you. Feel free to jump in and have a go at our second prompt.

This week's prompt is... #2: Yesterday.

The events of the past can leave a lasting impression, and yet sometimes these memories fade, lost to casual disregard. Did something important happen yesterday that you'd rather not forget? Or perhaps yesterday left you with an odd feeling you just can't describe. What does "yesterday" mean to you and your characters? Whether literal or figurative, let us look into your unique window of the past...

If you'd like to read over the definition of the word "yesterday", click here for Merriam-Webster's official write up.

As your yesterday merges with today, remember to keep it to 100 words!

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