Clare-Dragonfly

Title: Sneaking Off
World: The Moonsisters
Word count: 220
Rating: PG-13 for hot makeouts and language
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday: mind your Ps and Qs


“Come on, Angel,” Hector whispered, his lips fluttery by her ear, making a shiver run down her spine. “No one will miss us.”

She felt her cheeks warm—she managed to have dark skin that still showed a blush—but let him take her hand anyway. After all, he was her boyfriend.

She sent a quick mental wave to Charlotte as he led her away so she would know she was safe; Angel was just sneaking off with her man.

They went around the side of the school and to the back. Angel wrinkled her nose as they passed the smokers’ corner, but he continued, to a more secluded spot behind the storage shed.

Once away from prying eyes, he pressed her against the wall, his mouth hot and luscious on hers, his hands sliding up the front of her shirt. Angel gasped, but relaxed into the embrace, letting herself enjoy his attentions.

Until from Angel’s right, where no one had been a moment ago, they heard a throat clear.

Angel’s eyes flew open as Hector dropped his hands. She turned and saw Maureen standing there, smiling.
“You should behave, shouldn’t you?” Maureen whispered. “Someone might hear.”

“What the fuck, bitch?” Hector took an angry step toward Maureen, but she stepped back—hadn’t a fence been there?—and was gone.

Title: A Race
World: other (apocalyptic)
Word count: 800
Rating: G
Prompt: origfic_bingo, swimming; tic_tac_woe, megatsunami/tidal wave
Notes: So I guess I like apocalypses.

Alisa dived.

For the split second above the water, she could hear her little brothers cheering from their raft, but as soon as she hit the surface, all sounds faded away. The boys were still young enough to think it was all a game; Alisa was desperately envious of them, and fiercely determined to keep them that innocent for as long as possible.( Read more... )

Title: Coven
World: Extranormal Crimes
Word count: 616--I overshot a little bit!
Rating: PG-13 for drug use
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday: quote unquote
Notes: Maggie is really a fun character to write.


There were three of them lying on the hood of the car, staring up at the stars--at least, the few stars they could see, between the trees and the light pollution.

But this was good. As good as it got. Melissa passed the joint to Maggie; she sucked in, held it in her lungs for a moment, and passed it on to Aric. The smoke didn't seem to do much for her, but she enjoyed the companionship.( Read more... )

Title: Held in the Palm
World: Ursulan
Word count: 813
Rating: PG-13 for implied sex and nastiness
Prompt: rainbowfic Sulphur 1, snake; stayintheroom, "Your ends don't even justify your ends."; dailyprompt, things that are painful to remember
Notes: This story follows one I have written but not posted, in which Morwenna has taken over Camelot while Ursula is away fighting the saxons and seduced Gwynn. At the end of that story, Ursula and the knights return; Ursula and Morwenna are both pregnant. This begins a few months later.


"Don't do this, Morwenna," Gwynn hissed, grabbing her arm. She snatched her arm away from him, almost overbalancing, gravid with their child.

"Why shouldn't I?" she growled back. "And how dare you try to stop me."( Read more... )

Title: The Rightness of Rain
World: The Wasteland
Word count: 454
Rating: G
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday: right as rain


Redhe pedaled her bicycle as fast as she could, heedless of the slick the ground was turning into under the deluge. She was too happy, too bursting with energy, to slow down.

The rain poured from the sky and plastered her hair to her face and her clothes to her body, probably ruining the pretty dress she’d worn to town. It chilled her, making the hairs stand up on her arms and her toes pinch. It fell into her eyes and made it hard to see.( Read more... )

Title: On the Internet
World: robot rights
Word count: 217
Rating: PG-13 for implied horrible things
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday, icing on the cake; rainbowfic Antique Brass 6, The Internet has everything.
Notes: This follows The Best Boutiques (locked) and comes before She Has Her Reasons.


“Hey,” said Lola, “your friend is on the Internet.”

“What?” Dylan leaned over the back of the couch to see what she was looking at. “What friend?”

“What friend do you think?” Lola pointed at her smart watch, then zoomed with her fingers so its hologram mode took effect and the screen appeared, large as life, in the air in front of them.

There, along with a few other photos of people he didn’t recognize, was Mo. The photo was a few years old, and clearly taken before whatever trauma she’d just escaped from—but there was yet more hollowness in her eyes, more pain in the twist of her lips, than when he’d last seen her in person, when they were students.

He scanned the text quickly. It described a major company’s neglect, the horror of many people being trapped in a small room for months, the anger when it was finally revealed that they were being kept there, the relief when they were released. Mo was one of them, but she was considered missing.

A lump thickened his throat as he tried to speak. “Don’t tell her we found this, all right?” He checked out the window to make sure Mo and Brooke weren’t back yet. “That would just be the icing on the cake.”

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Title: The New
World: other
Word count: 550
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday: out with the old, in with the new
Notes: This is set in the same world as December's Patreon story, but about ten years previous, as this is the beginning of the apocalypse. I'm probably going to end up calling this world Wild Magic unless I come up with something Tamora Pierce didn't already use.


In his eyes in his ears in his nose—

The world was breaking apart. Right down the middle. A flash of light and a weed tree growing right through the building—

Tasting vision, hearing smell. Walking the goal. Suddenly the silence, but never the silence, never again silence.( Read more... )

Title: The Bowl
Word count: 238
Rating: G
Prompt: Steering the Craft: Chastity
Notes: I'm working (slowly) through one of Ursula K. Le Guin's writing books, Steering the Craft. Every chapter has a topic and an exercise. I like most of them, but this one is my favorite by far. The idea is to write a short passage without using any adjectives or adverbs at all. There are a lot of cross-outs on my page, and I'm not sure I got them all. It was a fun and challenging exercise, and I think I'll do it again. I was also intrigued by the story that emerged, so I figured I'd share it!


She placed the bowl on the table, moving with as little speed as she could. Her hands shook. A droplet of water spilled over the lip of the bowl, onto the table. It shook and shivered, throwing the candlelight about, then sank into the wood until it was out of sight. She held her breath and looked into the bowl, wondering whether she had to begin again, but it had been only the one drop; she could see no difference in the height of the water. It still lapped so close to the edge of the bowl that, if she laid her hand down so it was just touching the bowl, it would be touching water as well.( Read more... )

Title: Water: No Bridge
Fandom: Addergoole/fae apoc
Word count: 211
Rating: G
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday: water under the bridge
Notes: Finally, the return of Kay and Vic! :D Laconic characters are helpful for very short stories.


Vic stops and lowers his bag from his shoulder to rest on the ground. “I’m quite certain,” he says, “that there used to be a bridge here.”

Kayros surveys the empty water, blank and featureless, except for the fact that she can just barely see land on the other side. “Used to be a lot of things that there aren’t anymore.”

“True.” He looks around and shakes his head. “Should we try another way?”

She smiles. “You know what? I think we’ve found our spot.”

He looks at her and blinks his butterfly-feathery eyelashes and waits for her to explain. She doesn’t always have to explain; sometimes he just knows what she means.

She sets down her own pack and gestures at the water. “No bridges here. No bridges up and down. We’re not the only ones who can’t get across.”

He tilts his head, then understanding dawns in his eyes. “We can make ourselves useful. I don’t think either of us has enough magic to make a bridge…”

She shakes her head. “A ferry. People pay to get across, we pay for our food, look like ordinary people.”

Vic smirks at that. “Ordinary?”

“Close enough,” Kay says, and leans in to kiss him.

“A ferry,” says Vic musingly. “Okay.”

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Title: Which Kind of Gauntlet?
World: Moonsisters
Word count: 360
Rating: G
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday, "throw down the gauntlet"
Notes: Look! It's short!


“All right, you four.”

They all looked up from the schedules they were comparing over their usual lunch table to see Maureen standing over them, arms crossed, tapping her foot. She was still beautiful, but her frown was like a slash of pink lip gloss across her milky complexion. “Let’s have it out. You and me. This afternoon, out back, as soon as school lets out.”

They all stared at her for a moment. Finally, Angel said, “What are you talking about?”( Read more... )