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For origfic bingo:


Arc’s lying in bed, humming a lullaby to herself, before she stops and bites her lip. She glances across the room, but for once, her normally insomniac roommate is actually asleep, exhausted from over-training and getting thrown hard into the wall by another team member.


There’s always curiosity from Skylight, questions pooling in her eyes. Where did you hear that? Do you remember it? Do you remember?


Her mother used to sing her to sleep, and Arc still remembers her father tucking her in.


He betrayed her, let them bring her here.


She shakes her head and tries to forget.


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Written for origfic bingo:


They called it ‘magic’, this feeling that was supposed to overwhelm her when she finally met the one.


Air tossed another cheap paperback book across the room, narrowly missing Shadow’s head. He shot her a raised brow glance from the dresser he was sitting on.


“Boring,” she said tightly. “Unrealistic.”


She picked up another book, then wondered why she bothered. She’d tried genre after genre, looking for something she could either relate to or believe in long enough to forget the things she related to.


She sighed, admitted quietly to Shadow, “He’s not magic. He’s real.”


It’s what she wanted.


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For origfic bingo:


The sand got stuck between her fingers and toes. Skylight studied the way it looked, barely paler than her skin, and let herself feel the grit.


She remembered still the grit between her teeth, that got stuck in her eyes, when her braid came loose from how she’d wrapped it and whipped into her face when the desert winds blew fierce out on a harsher ocean of sand. She’d been a fighter than, if little more than a child.


She waded out from under memory and stood on the front of an ocean of water instead.


New memories. Better ones.


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Written for my origfic bingo:


This is the moment she’s been waiting for—weeks of patient fingers smudged gunpowder black, staring up at the sky wondering what it would mean to blot out the stars with a more brilliant light.


Aneda turns the pages of the ancient book, weights down the delicate page with a carefully placed rock (she’s ever been practical), and breathes on her palm to watch her exhalation curl upward into smoke and flame. She touches it to the fuse and waits.


Her palms are damp with sweat. She doesn’t bother to douse the flame.


There. Flaring light. Come, rescue me. Color.


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This is an exchange for stories of exactly 100 words. All fandoms are welcome, no matter how small or large, including original works. Timelines for each step of the exchange is a week, to keep it simple, and there is no punishment for defaulting.






2017 Schedule:

  • Nominations: Sunday, June 11 – Friday, June 16

  • Sign Ups: Sunday, June 18 – Friday, June 23

  • Matching: Sunday, June 25 – Friday, June 30

  • Assignments Go Out: no later than Saturday night, July 1

  • Assignments Due: Saturday night, July 8

  • Pinch Hits/Treat Writing: Sunday, July 9 – Friday, July 14

  • Collection Opens: Sunday, July 16






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