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Title: Goodnight
Challenge/Prompt: #169 - Melancholy
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Characters/Pairings: Quinlan
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Quinlan is miiiiiine.
Summary: A wizard that walks across universes, watching one.
Author's Notes: He's not always this sad though.

He sat on the dry earth, lotus style, head tilted back to behold the star-filled sky. Between his hands, resting lightly on his knees, a sphere took form. Within the sphere, a universe of stars, twinkling gently.

He watched the creeping darkness dim the little stars, rot creeping in from the edges toward the center. Centuries, millenia passed within the sphere in moments, and the mage watched the shadowed rot extend its tendrils toward the brightest heart. He threw soft tendrils of light at the sphere, without effect.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to the dying worlds, and banished the sphere.

ap0cryphal

Title: "The Fall"
Challenge/Prompt: #169 / Melancholy
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Characters/Pairings: N/A
Rating: PG-13 / K+
Warnings: Trauma.
Disclaimer: Original work, my own stuffs, etc.
Summary: You betrayed him
Author's Notes: bad romance, eschatology edition

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"What was it like?" the finch asks, perched between hollow ribs. "Tell me please tell me."

"Like a sun, asunder," she says, wings wrapped in dust, arm stretched skywards. Dark sky, no stars. Her eyes dim. "That terrible, engulfing light. All those ashes."

"You betrayed him," the finch chirps, skipping bones. "Broke your covenant."

"We were his children, first," the angel says. "He betrayed us too."

Oh, little bird, she doesn't say, if only you remembered the reach of your wings, the light you promised. Oh, little bird, you were always the brightest of us.

Remember, little bird, please remember.

sideways

Title: Second Verse
Challenge/Prompt: #169 - Melancholy
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own pandemics.
Summary: -same as the first verse.

◘◘◘

The baby cries. Your eyes open.

The outflung arm is sheer reflex; there’s nothing there but your gun, and you don’t need that just now. (Insert tasteless joke, uncertain chuckle, dry mouth.) There haven’t been lights for three months, but you still reach. Reflex. Repetition. You’re a quick learner, but you get locked in the same motions so easily.

Dark hallway waits. Narrow enough to catch you if you stagger, though you don’t like to touch.

(Insert dank mold, peeling paint, sealed windows.)

A familiar pathway. Reflex. Repetition.

(Insert cold fever, black bile, dark city.)

Eyes open. The baby cries.

sterling

Welcome!

It's nearing the end of November and National Novel Writing Month is drawing to a close. The light at the end of the tunnel approaches... In the meantime, if you need a break, or just want a change of pace, here's our next prompt of the week...

This week's prompt is... #169: Melancholy.

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

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