Every Five Years

Fic: Enter Night (Jaina, Leia G)

withpins — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 23:18:39 GMT

Title: Enter Night
Author: withpins
Fandom: Star Wars EU
Character: Jaina Solo
Character’s Age: 5
Word Count: 878
Rating: G
Warnings: Just a bit of angst.
Summary: Following her latest kidnapping, five-year-old Jaina Solo can’t quite get to sleep.
Disclaimer: I owneth naught. Title from Metallica’s Enter Sandman, which I also don’t own.

Mommy wanted her to close her eyes, and go to sleep, and be brave

Fic: This (and so much more) pt. 11 [Alias, Irina Derevko]

melanie_anne — Sun, 30 Dec 2007 08:17:20 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 11
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 55
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Irina is not used to needing anybody.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 11

Fic: This (and so much more) pt. 10 [Alias, Irina Derevko]

melanie_anne — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 05:13:58 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 10
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 50
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She imagines, just for a minute, what they would do if she came back from the dead.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 10

Fic: This (and so much more) pt. 9 [Alias, Irina Derevko]

melanie_anne — Sun, 16 Dec 2007 05:26:07 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 9
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 45
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Irina is going to kill Arvin Sloane.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 9

Fic: This (and so much more) pt. 8 [Alias, Irina Derevko]

melanie_anne — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 06:49:27 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 8
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 40
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Irina lost her allegiance to the KGB years ago; Katya's allegiance has always been with Irina.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 8

Hard Hitter (Clark Kent/Smallville)

super_robyn — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 05:35:01 GMT

Title: Hard Hitter
Author: RobynAdele0406
Fandom: Smallville
Character: Clark Kent
Character’s Age: Ten
Word Count: 1,033
Rating: PG
Summary: Clark learns not to throw stones in glass houses. Or anywhere else, for that matter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Clark Kent or any of the characters in this story. But oh, how one can wish!
Author's Notes: This is Clark at age ten. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

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Hard Hitter

It was the third time in as many days that he’d underestimated his strength. Whenever he let the fact that he was “special” slip his mind for even a second, he wound up damaging or destroying things around him. Luckily, it had only been happening at home, when he felt the most relaxed and unguarded, but it wasn’t always in the company of the same person.

-----

The first time it happened, Clark had been shoveling hay into one of the horse stalls when he heard his father grunt from across the barn. Jonathan wiped the sweat from his forehead as he looked at the red tractor in defeat.

“Son, could you throw me that wrench?”

Clark bent down to pick up the tool and held it up for his father. “This one?”

Jonathan nodded and Clark swung his arm back, then forward, and the wrench went flying through the air at warp speed. It collided with the tractor, putting a large dent in the metal. Jonathan’s eyes widened and Clark couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped from his throat. His father reached up to turn the key in the ignition and the engine came to life instantly. He chuckled.

“Maybe I’ll let you repair the old tractor from now on…”

Clark blushed and returned to bailing hay, hoping the wrench had survived the collision.

-----

The second time it happened, he and his mother had been in the kitchen, baking cookies together to bring over to their neighbors, Nell Potter and Lana Lang. It was Lana’s birthday, and Martha knew that her son was rather fond of the young girl. She caught him peeking inside the oven and smiled.

“Are they done?”

He nodded, opening the oven door a bit. “They smell good.”

“Alright, you grab those and I’ll go get your father.”

She was leaving the room as he grabbed the potholder from the counter and reached for the cookies. His hand paused as he realized, he could grab the hot cookie sheet from the oven with his bare hands. His abilities usually scared him or made him uneasy, but sometimes they were fun to play with.

He dropped the potholder and reached for the cookie sheet, pulling it slowly out of the over. He grinned as he held it front of him, the cookies looking perfectly brown and delicious.

His fingertips grew hot as the heat from the pan began to penetrate his skin. He gasped and threw the pot straight to his left, watching as it flew through the living room and out the window, shattering the glass. His parents walked into the kitchen at that moment, Martha frowning and Jonathan grinning from ear to ear.

“Son, I think you should hold off on throwing things for a while. Or atleast until we get that window fixed.”

Clark’s blush this time around was a deep red as he sulked out the door, going to retrieve the cookie sheet from the yard.

-----

The third time around, it was his best friend who witnessed his super strength come into play. They were playing basketball on the side of the barn and Pete was currently winning by seven points, which did not please Clark. He knew deep down that if he wanted to, he could run laps around Pete and catch up in no time. But he had to keep his abilities in check. Not only to keep Pete “out of the know”, so to speak, but to keep the game fair.

Pete threw the ball at Clark and smiled. “Come on, man, you said you were a force to be reckoned with in basketball.”

Clark angled the ball in his hands and threw it into the air, the ball bouncing swiftly off the rim and back toward Pete.

“Well, atleast I didn’t break anything this time.”

Pete laughed, all in good fun, but Clark didn’t like to lose. In fact, he hated losing. He wanted to win, and he knew he could! It was immensely frustrating for him. Pete bounced him back the ball and Clark dribbled it on the dirt ground, putting a little more force than intended behind the ball. He aimed for the shot again, this time the ball hitting the backboard and bouncing back into Clark’s hands.

He let out a growl and squeezed the ball in his hands, pushing it away from his body and towards Pete. Unfortunately for his friend, his strength had decided to kick in at that precise moment and the ball made a sickening thud as it hit Pete dead in the chest, sending the young boy flying back on the ground.

Clark supersped over to Pete and kneeled down beside him. Clark could hear this dad running toward them and he felt tears form behind his eyes that he wouldn’t allow to fall. He’d broken a window, yes, but now he’d broken his best friend!

Pete’s eyes opened slowly and he began to sit up with the help of Clark’s father. His hand rose to his chest and he winced.

“Yeah, you weren’t kidding about that force, man.”

Behind the wince, he saw Pete smile slightly to try and lighten the mood. But Clark felt horrible. He’d hurt his best friend with his abilities, one of the things he’d always dreaded happening.

-----

“Sweetie, it wasn’t your fault. You haven’t gotten full control over your powers yet. These things take time.”

Clark glanced down at the milk and cookies his mother had set out for him and sighed. He knew he hadn’t meant to hurt Pete, and that it was an accident, and that there wasn’t much more to do than apologize to Pete for the hundredth time and give his powers “time.” But he didn’t have time. He was ten years old, when would things get easier for him?

Perhaps he just wasn’t meant to be normal, to play basketball with friends or help his dad with the chores or bake cookies with his mom. Normal boys did these kinds of things all the time, yet he was a walking, talking catapult.

Time. He had a strange feeling that time was something he would one day come to dread.

Fic: This (and so much more) Pt. 7 [Alias, Irina Derevko]

melanie_anne — Sun, 02 Dec 2007 07:25:15 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 7
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character's Age: 35
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The KGB thinks they have broken her.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 7

Mad Dash for Metropolis (Clark Kent/Smallville)

super_robyn — Fri, 30 Nov 2007 22:41:13 GMT

Title: Mad Dash for Metropolis
Author: RobynAdele0406
Fandom: Smallville
Character: Clark Kent
Character’s Age: Five
Word Count: 850
Rating: PG
Summary: Clark's first trip to Metropolis is a very memorable one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Clark Kent or any of the characters in this story. But oh, how one can wish!
Author's Notes: This is Clark at age five.

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Mad Dash for Metropolis

It was just another cold, December morning on the farm for Clark and his parents. His mom had made him blueberry pancakes, his favorite, and his dad had hurried him through breakfast so that they could go play outside.

Clark bounded down the steps of the farmhouse, with no coat or gloves or anything that a child would normally wear to keep warm out in the snow. But then again, Clark was far from normal. On the outside, he looked like any other five year old boy. He played and threw hissy fits just like any other little boy. But on the inside, he was capable of so much more. He was from a planet far, far away from Earth and he had the gift of amazing strength, something that had been exhibited the first day Martha and Jonathan Kent had set their eyes on young Clark. So far, this was the only special ability Clark exhibited, but his adoptive parents were always on the lookout for new developments in the boy.

“Dad! Come on, it’s not that cold!”

Jonathan walked out of the house after Clark, a heavy coat on his shoulders. Actually, now that Jonathan thought of it, Clark wasn’t especially sensitive to hot and cold. He still felt it, but not as much as normal humans did.

“Alright, son. Go long!”

Jonathan threw the football he’d been holding up into the air, and Clark took off across the yard. The ball came to rest a few yards away from Clark, but he ran until he reached the ball and brought it back to his dad, a sad expression on his face.

“Not so far, dad! I’m not fast enough.”

Jonathan nodded and grasped the ball in his hands. “Alright, son. Let’s try this again.”

Jonathan sent the ball sailing through the air, wincing when he realized that he might have thrown it a bit too far again. Nevertheless, Clark dug his feet into the snowy ground and tried his hardest to reach the ball before it hit the ground. He gained speed and it felt as if his feet had a mind of their own. As if they were gliding over the ground.

“That’s good, Clark! Keep running!”

Clark’s hands rose above his head and the ball landed gracefully in them. Jonathan let out a holler of excitement, but his eyes widened as he watched Clark continue to run across the yard.

Clark’s arms begin to flail at his sides as he was suddenly catapulted across the Kent farmland and down the road. The world around him turned into a mere blur as his feet took him clear across Smallville and down the main highway leading toward Metropolis.

His feet finally slowed as he came to rest in front of the Daily Planet, the newspaper headquarters of Metropolis. His eyes scanned the crowd of people around him, everyone practically towering over his three foot five inch form. Tears sprung to his eyes as he realized what had just happened. It had only been fifteen seconds ago he was talking to his dad, and now he was in Metropolis, alone and scared. The football fell from his hands as he began to breathe heavily.

A woman walking out of the Planet slowed when she saw Clark standing there alone and bent down to speak to him.

“Son… are you lost?”

He stumbled back, more scared than ever. He’d just run the distance of a three hour drive in less than a minute. And now, some strange woman was following him as he walked backwards to get away from her. Who knew what could happen while he was out in this big city, alone with nothing but his abilities.

“No. It’s okay, hunnie. I won’t hurt you. I need to find your parents… or call them. Do you know your mommy or daddy’s phone number?”

He nodded slowly, tears streaming down his cheeks as he held onto a garbage can with intense strength. He told her the number his parents had made him memorize and she walked a little ways away, speaking into the phone. Clark’s hand tightened on the metal bin and it bent under the pressure. He gasped and walked toward the woman, not wanting her to see what he’d done. This was shaping up to be an incredibly horrible and scary day for him.

-----

“MOMMY!”

Martha ran toward her son, tears running down her own face as she scooped him up in her arms and rocked him back and forth in a soothing manner.

“Mom! I ran. I ran so fast!”

She exhaled, ruffling his hair a bit. “I know, Clark. I know.” She placed him down on the ground and checked him over.

“Are you okay, sweetie?”

He grinned. “Yes, mom. I was so scared at first, but… I ran.”

The last two words were whispered, with such awe in his voice that both of his parents couldn’t help but smile down at their son. He’d developed a new ability. And Clark’s mind raced with the thought that this was only the beginning.

Fic: This (and so much more) pt. 6 [Alias, Irina Derevko]

melanie_anne — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 09:55:22 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 6
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 30
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It still surprises Irina to realize how deeply she loves him.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 6

Fic: This (and so much more) [Alias, Irina Derevko]

melanie_anne — Sun, 18 Nov 2007 08:41:30 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 5
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 25
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: As much as she wants to pretend otherwise, one day she is going to have to leave.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 5

Fic: This (and so much more) [Alias, Irina Derevko]

melanie_anne — Sun, 11 Nov 2007 04:28:42 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 4
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 20
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: Despite Katya's disapproval, Irina knows she will accept the assignment.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 4

jjustsurrender — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 21:43:42 GMT

Title: From One Life To Another
Author: jjustsurrender / thousandocean
Fandom: The Office US
Character: Pam Beesly
Character’s Age: 5
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Warnings: character death; no details what-so-ever
Summary: Pam learns the finality of death.
Disclaimer: I don't Pam/The Office
Author's Notes: I don't think this is a great way to start this off, but whatever. It fills the missing gap of Pam never talking about her father for me. :] This was also written for writing_binge. For more stories, please add my writing journal: thousandocean.

When Pam was five, her father died.

Her father was a minister at their local church, and he loved to draw and paint. He was the one who taught her to appreciate art. Her first piece of artwork that went on display was at his wake, and it was appropriately titled, "Daddy".

The wake, which was filled with rows upon rows of sad, crying people, confused Pam. She couldn't understand why they were crying. They would all walk over to the bed he was laying on (her mother later informed her that it was called a "casket"), pray, and then move on to hug her and tell her that it was okay. Of course it was okay. Her father would jump up in a few minutes, laughing at the hilarious prank he had just pulled on all these people. They would all laugh and then he would go on to start his sermon. He always went in with a bang.

However, her father did not get up. Her mother took Pam by the hand and led her outside, to a nice limo. Pam did not see the pall bearers close the casket and take her father out to the hearse.

When they arrived at the church, she was surprised to see a different minister standing at the alter- a different minister, standing on her father's alter. A different star standing on her father's stage. She was even more surprised to see the pall bearers bringing the closed casket down the aisle.

"No!" she screamed. "Let him out! Let him out!" She attempted to run out into the aisle to intercept the pall bearers, but her mother stopped her, while sobbing quietly.

"Pamela," her mother said, in a hoarse voice, "control yourself."

And so she did. Those words seeped down into the deepest corners of her mind, to control herself in the face of confrontation. The other minister then began to speak, and the topic was her father.

"We all know that Joe Beesly was a vital member of this parish and community," the minister said, "and that his passing is a terrible tragedy to us. But instead, let's look on the positive side. Instead of mourning over what he left incomplete, let us rejoyce over what he completed. Let's remember all the wonderful things he has done for this parish. He always put on a show to get a laugh or two. He always went in with a bang, and he definitely went out with one."

The minister then stepped down, and Pam's mother took Pam up to the alter.

"My husband was one in a million," her mother began. "He was the most kind, caring, and passionate person one could ever hope to know. Although he has left this life, I will hold onto his memory for all of eternity. His words encouraged me to be a better mother and wife. I love him unconditionally, now and forever."

And that was when Pam realized it- her father had died.

Fic: This (and so much more) pt. 3 [Alias, Irina Derevko]

melanie_anne — Sun, 04 Nov 2007 09:56:06 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 3
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 15
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: "Does your sister know you're here?"
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 3

Fic: This (and so much more) pt. 2 [Alias/Irina Derevko]

melanie_anne — Sun, 28 Oct 2007 07:25:55 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 2
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 10
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: This new Elena scares her a little, but Irina will never tell anyone that.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 2

Fic: This (and so much more) [Alias]

melanie_anne — Sun, 21 Oct 2007 11:07:26 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 1
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 5
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: It is her first birthday without Papa.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.

5 years

Equilibrium

timeboundpythia — Tue, 25 Sep 2007 23:47:25 GMT

Title: Equilibrium
Author: Angel Leviathan
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Character: Elizabeth Weir
Character’s Age: 5-55
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for Seasons 1-3 and what was Season 4 speculation.
Summary: The second person she feels she’s become doesn’t remember being so young and innocent. This person was born in Atlantis and doesn’t understand exactly how Earth operates anymore.
Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis, the characters, concept, etc, don't belong to me.
Author's Notes: This is the whole fic series from start to finish.

Age 5
Age 10
Age 15
Age 20
Age 25
Age 30
Age 35
Age 40
Age 45
Age 50
Age 55

Nothing is Going Right

alphabet26 — Sat, 22 Sep 2007 15:23:37 GMT

Title: Nothing is Going Right
Author: alphabet26
Fandom: David Eddings--Belgariad/Mallorean series (but no spoilers--this story takes place during the prequel "Polgara the Sorceress")
Character: Countess Asrana
Character’s Age: 5
Word Count: 1054
Rating: G
Warnings: Flying shoes ;P
Summary: Nothing is going right today for Asrana; her brother is leaving to be trained as knight, and now she's going to be alone.
Author's Notes: This story really assumes previous knowledge. I hope it's still enjoyable. Also, for your reference , click here for a David Eddings timeline. I made up Asrana's year of birth (she was only referred to as a "young woman" when she was introduced) and her family, but went by the timeline for everything else. For my purposes, she was born in 2294.

(Nothing is Going Right)

LJ's New Policies

scribophile — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 00:32:29 GMT

Hello! I'm just checking in with all of you re:LJ's new policies (or what we know of them so far). I'm going to assume you all know what's going on regarding the recent crackdown on underage sexuality in fandom, but if not, I'd recommend going over the most recent posts in lj_biz.

At the moment, they don't seem to be looking at any fanfiction, but it's unclear if they're about to or if the same rules apply to fanfiction as to fanart. Although this community isn't focused specifically on sex or adult situations, I fully understand that it may have a place in your characters' stories.

As I understand it, scenes with consenting, overage adults in sexual situations are entirely legal; I ask that everyone ensures that there's an obvious warning above the cut for these fics, as has always been policy here. But until everything has been fully clarified, I have to ask that no one posts fic with underage sex of any kind, even with a warning. Please understand that I don't want to limit anyone's writing in any way, but I also don't want to see nasty repercussions for the community or members themselves. We're such a small community that I don't anticipate any problems whatsoever, but it can't hurt.

Please let me know with a comment to this post if you're leaving LJ so I can open your claim up to others. Thanks very much for your help!

Suikoden I - Gremio - Age 10

dam_dadi_doo — Mon, 14 May 2007 15:55:34 GMT

Title: Hour Follows Hour
Author: Hyatt

Fandom: Suikoden I

Character: Gremio

Character's Age: 10

Word Count: 992

Rating: PG for slightly-heavier-than-G subject matter, I guess.

Warnings: None

Summary: The stiffness of his back and the solemn tone of his voice made his reason for being here easy enough for even a ten-year-old boy to understand. And Gremio knew his father wasn't coming home.

Disclaimer: Gremio and the Suikoden series are property of Konami.

Author's Notes: Still not so proud of how this one turned out, but I suppose it was okay. Good news, though? I AM DONE WITH CHILDHOOD FICS. SCORE. :D

http://dam-dadi-doo.livejournal.com/2497.html#cutid1

Suikoden I - Gremio - Age 5

dam_dadi_doo — Sun, 13 May 2007 20:04:10 GMT

Title: Hour Follows Hour
Author: Hyatt

Fandom: Suikoden I

Character: Gremio

Character's Age: 5

Word Count: 527

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Summary: One damp morning, Gremio gets his first glimpse of the place he knew as home.

Disclaimer: Gremio and the Suikoden series are property of Konami.

Author's Notes I hate, hate, hate writing “childhood” fics, and this one was no exception. @_@ I’m still somewhat proud of how this turned out, I guess. Hopefully I can make the fic for Age 10 flow a little better.

Also, kudos to my girlfriend for helping me come up with the idea of Gremio’s mother having been from Crystal Valley. It certainly would explain where all those aristocratic sensibilities came from, whether or not Gremio himself was of the upper class. XD

http://dam-dadi-doo.livejournal.com/1617.html#cutid1

Sumeragi Subaru (Tokyo Babylon/X)-- 5 to 30

bitterfig — Tue, 06 Mar 2007 03:51:35 GMT

Author: Bitterfig

Title: Special

Fandom: Tokyo Babylon/X

Character: Sumeragi Subaru

Summary: Glimpses of Subaru’s life every five years from five to thirty.

Beta Reader: Nzomniac

Word Count: 2071

Rating: R

Warnings: Suggestions of Shounen-ai, Violence. Angst (it’s Subaru, you’ve gotta have angst). Spoilers for Toyko Babylon and X/1999. The final chapter (30 years old) is post-series AU.

Click here to read "Special" at my fiction journal

[Cardcaptor Sakura] Kinomoto Sakura, 5 Years Old

dropsofviolet — Mon, 26 Feb 2007 17:26:06 GMT

Title: Nadeshiko's Ghost
Author: rhap_chan
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Character: Kinomoto Sakura
Character's Age: 5
Word Count: 536
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Nadeshiko came to visit the day her daughter turned five. The problem was that she was already dead.
Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura belongs to CLAMP.
Author's Notes: Pre-canon, somewhat Touya-focused (featuring Sakura, of course).

Nadeshiko came to visit the day her daughter turned five. Touya was walking Sakura home from kindergarten when he saw the apparition. It was the first time Touya had seen her since she had died, and he had to press his fingernails into his palms to keep from crying out. There would be no use. His mother had never had angel wings when she was alive. No one else could see the angels but him.

(Nadeshiko had seen them too, of course.)

"Onii-chan!" Sakura said insistently. She saw the haunted look on his face and sobered. "Onii-chan, is there a ghost here?" she asked, quivering. Telling her about the ghosts he saw had been a mistake, he realized.

"Things are fine, monster," he said, leaning down and ruffling her hair. Nadeshiko giggled and he spared a glare for her. Should a twelve-year-old have this kind of responsibility? But then he sobered. His mother hadn't chosen to die. It was useless to be angry with her. He loved her, after all.

"Are you guys doing okay?" Nadeshiko asked, and he nodded a little. Things had been getting easier, little by little, though Sakura still often woke with "Okaa-san" on her lips (some nights, she wouldn't be comforted, and depending on who she woke first, Touya or Fugitaka would spend a sleepless night at her bedside). As for Touya himself, it grew a little easier each day just to greet her photograph instead of her real smile. It would be hard again, now that he had seen her, and he felt another wave of resentment, followed by helpless joy at being able to see her again at all.

"When is Otou-san coming home?" Sakura asked. "I wanna open my presents!"

"Around eight o'clock," Touya said to Sakura. She pouted a little and Touya picked her up and set her on his shoulders. He'd recently hit a growth spurt and her little weight barely mattered to him at all. To Sakura, this was a treat, and she giggled.

"You're very good with her," Nadeshiko said. "I'm glad."

Touya wondered if she was going to follow them home and stick around. He hoped that she wouldn't. It would be so hard to see her every day and not be able to hug her, to really talk to her. Some of the ghosts he saw these days were persistent, but most stopped at the door.

"Thank you," Touya said quietly, looking at her. She smiled and he was struck by her ethereal beauty. It seemed like the last two years of her life hadn't happened-- no needle bruises, color in her cheeks... The only problem was the fact that she was a little sheer, and he could see the fence behind her.

He'd never seen the ghost of someone he knew before, and he almost wished he wouldn't see it again. It was pretty hard to reconcile this with his old longings.

"Look, a ladybug!" Sakura said, squealing, and he glanced around, trying to locate the bug.

Love you both," Nadeshiko said, sounding faint. He turned back, and when he looked, his mother was gone. He couldn't help but feel a little sad.

She hadn't came for his birthday, after all.

scribophile — Tue, 20 Feb 2007 22:19:17 GMT

As of last Thursday, this community is a year old - it really doesn't seem like so long ago, and (as always) I'm amazed by the great response: as of right now, we've got 90 members! So really, thank you all so much for participating. ♥

However, I've noticed a major drop-off in entries recently, and it's been nearly two months. So here's a quick poll just to gauge what I, as a mod, need to change to reactive the comm.

REMEMBER: There aren't any time limits for writing your character's life. So please don't feel the need to drop your claim just because you haven't worked on it recently! This is just for anyone who has completely lost interest. =)

View Poll: Dropping Claims

If you'd previously wanted a character that was already taken, don't forget to check the responses to this poll in case he or she is now available!

If LJ cut off any of your answers (stupid 255 character limit!), just comment on this entry. Have fun writing!
-Kate

[Saw] Amanda Young, Age 5 - Raspberries and Copper (Chapter 1)

immortality — Fri, 29 Dec 2006 22:25:17 GMT

Title: Raspberries and Copper
Author: Midnight
Fandom: Saw
Character: Amanda Young
Character’s Age: 5
Word Count: 1,017
Rating: PG
Warnings: Some swearing, but that's it.
Summary: Amanda wants to be a superhero.
Author's Notes: I own nothing, really. Everything belongs to LGF and Twisted Pictures.

Chapter One: Age 5, 1972

When Amanda was a five, she decided she wanted to be a superhero when she grew up.

A part of her knew that superheroes weren't real, that they were only pictures on small pages of comic books, that in Real Life there were no masked men who fly around fighting crime. But a part of her still wanted to believe in them, wanted to believe that maybe if you tried hard enough, you could be a superhero someday. Of course, her parents didn't understand this; her father scoffed and took another sip of his drink, while her mother smiled kindly and patted her on the head in a condescending manner.

Her parents were gone most of the time, so Amanda spent her days in her bedroom, sprawled out on her bed reading one thing or another. Comic books were her favorite, but she liked to read other things too. But her mom only took her to library once and a while and it was too far for her to walk to on her own, as it was all the way on the other side of town. But luckily, the comic book shop was right down the street, so whenever she could scrounge up some money, she went down and spent it there. Her parents didn't mind her going by herself. They wouldn't take her anyway, even if she asked.

She didn't have any friends. Most of the kids in the neighborhood were either too old or too mean to play with. There were two kids, a girl and a boy, who she went to kindergarten with, but they both lived far away. Amanda wished they lived closer, because sometimes she got very lonely all by herself. There wasn't much for her to do, either. They had a television set in the family room, but it was pretty old, and didn't always work. Sometimes she watched cartoons on it, but that was only on Saturdays, and if her parents were out.

There was a park across the street, and in the summer, she'd go swimming in the pool that all the other neighborhood kids went to. She liked that. Her mom took her sometimes, which Amanda liked. She liked it when she went places with her mother. She never went anywhere with her father though. He was always at work or out somewhere else. Her mother told her that he usually spent his weekends at the bar, drowning himself in alcohol, but Amanda didn't know what that meant. It must not have been a good thing, though, because her mother frowned when she said it, and she'd looked angry.

It was better, though, to just stay upstairs. She knew enough to stay out of her parent's way when they did come home. Her father scared her more so than her mother did, but she wouldn't want to cross paths with either of them when they were on a mean streak. She didn't really understand how they got so mean, but she suspected that it had something to do with the bottles in the cupboard above the stove. Her father was always taking a bottle down from there; usually it was empty by the next morning. It wasn't always the same with her mother, but it happened often enough for her to be wary.

That was why she was upstairs now, actually. Her parents were downstairs arguing, and she was crouched up at the top on the stairs, picking a scab on her knee, listening to the shouting match taking place. She didn't like to listen, but sometimes it was easier than just trying to ignore it. Amanda didn't know what they were arguing about, but her mother was swearing - a lot - which never meant anything good.

It was times like this when she wished that superheroes were real. If she just closed her eyes and wished really hard, they'd just fly in and rescue her. And they'd make her mother and father stop yelling. She thinks that they would make her mom and dad apologize to each other and make them love each other again. And then her parents could take her to the movies and out to dinner and always be happy and love her. Yeah, that would be okay.

"Shut the fuck up," her mother yells from the kitchen, and it's followed by the sound of breaking glass.

Amanda puts her hands over her ears, muffling the sounds of yelling.

"Pleaseohplease," she mumbles, hoping that maybe a someone - maybe a superhero - will hear her and come save her. But the only response is the sound of the front door slamming, as her father leaves, telling her mother to 'go to hell.'

Later, she creeps downstairs, careful to avoid the second to last step at the bottom, which creaks when you step on it. Her mother is sprawled on the couch in the family room watching television, a half-empty bottle of clear-colored liquid held loosely in her hand. Amanda approaches her cautiously.

"Hey Mandy," her mother slurs, giving her a half-hearted smile. "Why aren't you asleep?"

"I couldn't sleep, Mommy," she tells her, watching the way the light of the television flicks against the walls. "You and Daddy were yelling."

"Yeah, well," her mother holds out her arms. "C'mere. You can watch some TV with me."

Amanda nods and climbs onto the couch with her mother, who tousles her dark brown hair lightly. Amanda doesn't mind her mother so much when she's like this. Her father's never like this though; he never smiles at her or invites her to watch television with her when she can't sleep. He just yells. Sometimes he hits her mom too, which makes both her and her mother cry.

But her dad isn't here now. It's just Amanda and her mother, watching the Channel 3 news on their worn, black and white television. Amanda sighs and curls up against her mother. She thinks that she and her mother need each other, that they need to protect each other.

But right now, it feels okay. It almost feels safe.

Harry Potter. Draco. Age 10/(11).

helholden — Thu, 23 Nov 2006 14:55:38 GMT

Title: The Art of Blasphemy
Author: helholden
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Draco
Character’s Age: 10/(11)
Word Count: 644 words.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: Vague spoilers for PS/SS and CoS.
Summary: Draco discovers that, for once, his parents are wrong.
Author's Notes: Written in second-person POV from Draco's perspective.

Age 5

( They’ve told you a lot of things, and you have always learned that they were right. )