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Special Sunday Free For All

Good Morning Comment Fic Folks!

Today is a special Free For All Day. Tomorrow we'll kick off our big lonely prompts contest, so we thought we'd give you a go at prompting like crazy today.

Any prompt, any pairing, any fandom.

Please remember the rules, no more than 3 prompts in one fandom, nor more than five prompts in a row (we all want a chance to play) and if some of yours get answered, feel free to prompt again.

Please no spoilers in the prompts themselves for at least a week after air/publication date and if the fic itself has spoilers, please warn at the top of the comment and leave three to five spaces before you start the fic.

Please remember to format your prompts properly so our hard working code monkeys can code out indexes.


Leverage, Nate/Eliot, hiding out
RPS, JDM/Samantha Ferris, desperate

Supernatural/Buffy, Dean/Faith, five by five

Remember that we start five days of Lonely Prompts Challenge tomorrow with daily prizes and one large overall prize for the most prompts written in the course of the week!



Dec. 13th, 2009 10:36 pm (UTC)
NCIS, Ziva, first kill
Feb. 13th, 2010 04:17 pm (UTC)
She’s been trained for it for years. Target practices at shooting ranges, close-combat training, hours of lectures on human anatomy, nights of crawling through dirt in camouflage, learning to be invisible. She’s done it all and she’s passed with flying colors.

Now she’s crouching behind bushes with a man in front of her.

She’s supposed to kill him.

He doesn’t know she’s there, doesn’t know his life is about to end. He thinks he’s going to finish reading the morning paper and go to work, and he believes he’ll return to his wife tonight despite the blonde woman still sleeping on the bed.

She wonders what it will feel like, taking a life. She’s hungry for it. They’ve said during training that most feel guilty, that many break from it. She’s not going to be so weak.

He moves slightly and she has the perfect angle. She fires, silencer doing its job. He doesn’t have time to react; the bullet impacts his forehead and he’s dead before he hits the ground, falling off the chair to the floor with a thud.

And then she smiles, because as she looks at the blood pooling around his head, she feels only satisfaction and pride over a job well done.
Mar. 3rd, 2010 09:52 pm (UTC)
Nice take on the prompt! Thanks for posting!


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