Title: All in Love
Word Count: 149
Note: Written for the
katara_zuko prompt, "We were all in love and we all got hurt." This was the first idea that came to mind when I eyed the prompt.
( She stood there over his lifeless body... )
Word Count: 149
Note: Written for the
( She stood there over his lifeless body... )
- Mood:
blah
Title: Meaningless Excuses
Word Count: 301
Note: Written for the
katara_zuko prompt, "We were all in love and we all got hurt." This was actually the second idea that came to mind and is less dark than the original idea that came to mind.
( It was just another one of their clandestine meetings in the darkness of the temple. )
Word Count: 301
Note: Written for the
( It was just another one of their clandestine meetings in the darkness of the temple. )
- Mood:
blah
Title: Sleeping Snoozles
Word Count: 100
Note: Written for the Drabbles Challenge Game #1 by
rashaka on
avatar_fans. The prompt was: "Things were going well until koala-snakes woke up."
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( Sokka tossed and turned in his dream-filled sleep. )
Word Count: 100
Note: Written for the Drabbles Challenge Game #1 by
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( Sokka tossed and turned in his dream-filled sleep. )
- Mood:
accomplished
In response to
irrel's bit of art here, I wrote a quick 500-word one-shot...
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( It was dark, darker than any place Katara had seen during their travels, and she carefully followed Toph as the young blind girl quietly bent away the earth. )
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( It was dark, darker than any place Katara had seen during their travels, and she carefully followed Toph as the young blind girl quietly bent away the earth. )
- Mood:
creative
Title: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Word Count: 221 (not including poem excerpt)
Note: I wrote an Iroh-centric drabble for
theavatar100 challenge this week. The prompt was "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," a poem by T.S. Eliot. The verse I chose (in italics below the cut) deals with the concept of time's role in our lives.
( There will be a time to murder and create )
Word Count: 221 (not including poem excerpt)
Note: I wrote an Iroh-centric drabble for
( There will be a time to murder and create )
- Mood:
indifferent
Note: So, I decided to write a couple of drabbles for
theavatar100's Seven Deadly Sins challenge. I wrote one for lust last Thursday and wrote one for gluttony this morning.
Title: Lust
Word Count: 364
Note: This features Zuko and Katara and is cross-posted to
theavatar100 and
katara_zuko.
( The sky was filled with oranges, purples and reds as it readied itself for sunset. )
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Title: Gluttony
Word Count: 140
Note: This features Sokka and stewed sea prunes and is cross-posted to
theavatar100 and
sokkas_crew.
( Sokka stared longingly at the last lonely stewed sea prune, sitting at the bottom of the clay pot in the middle of the low table. )
Title: Lust
Word Count: 364
Note: This features Zuko and Katara and is cross-posted to
( The sky was filled with oranges, purples and reds as it readied itself for sunset. )
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Title: Gluttony
Word Count: 140
Note: This features Sokka and stewed sea prunes and is cross-posted to
( Sokka stared longingly at the last lonely stewed sea prune, sitting at the bottom of the clay pot in the middle of the low table. )
- Mood:
chipper
Title: The Catcher in the Rye
Word Count: 493
Warnings: Use of a bad word...
Note:I wrote a one-shot for Challenge #88: Titles for the
theavatar100. You're supposed to take the title of a book and turn it into a little ATLA-related drabble. If you know "The Catcher in the Rye," the subject matter won't suprise you greatly-- the main character is fairly angsty and depressing...as is our favorite exiled Fire Nation prince. This is unbetaed and is cross-posted to
katara_zuko and
theavatar100.
( He looked around the ballroom observing the couples dancing and the feigned enjoyment in the forced chit-chat. )
Word Count: 493
Warnings: Use of a bad word...
Note:I wrote a one-shot for Challenge #88: Titles for the
( He looked around the ballroom observing the couples dancing and the feigned enjoyment in the forced chit-chat. )
- Mood:
blah
