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THURSDAY - ANGST

Today's theme we're going to roll out that big ball of ANGST

So bring on the tissues, UST, STDs, death, crying, cheating, sad fics :
If you write Death, please please please put a warning!!!

It doesn't matter what fandom or pairing you choose, so long as the prompt (song lyrics, one word, a picture, whatever) is something that gives the reader that knot in the stomach and/or brings out the tissues.

Please make things easier for the codemonkeys and their pinch-hitters, please code your prompts correctly:

Examples:
~ RPS; Orlando/Karl; sad movie
~ TW; Jack/Ianto; leaving the Hub
~ LOTRIPS; Viggo/Sean; another divorce


Also, please make sure that you only have one prompt per comment as it makes it easier for everyone and gives you more chance of getting a fic in return for leaving the prompt :)

You can leave and answer as many prompts as you want to, or even write your own.

If you don't see anything that strikes your fancy writing from the prompts left today, feel free to head on over to the Lonely Prompts page and see what fun you can create from them ;)

Send your writer friends over to join in the fun!!

Comments

noxnoctisanima
Apr. 7th, 2009 02:11 pm (UTC)
Abby hated funerals, more than just the grief and the pain. Abby hated the smell of the dirt and the flowers and the sympathy from people who couldn't possibly understand. She hated the solemn frown of the priest and the dirty fake grass and the fact what whatever the spin it was never a 'celebration of life'. Abby hated all funerals and she hated this one even more because there was no body in the coffin, no family at the grave side and Stephen's name on the headstone.

Abby's eyes burned with tears, of sadness and despair and anger and frustration and guilt and pain. She hated Stephen for following Helen, for being so stupid, for throwing his life away and she hated herself against all reason for not stopping it and for being happy even with him gone from the world.

Because Stephen had died and Helen had torn them apart and Caroline had betrayed them and in the face of it all they had somehow found happiness.

Abby leant back into the circle of Nick's arms, tugging his arms tighter around her. Then she turned and pulled Connor closer, pressing her face into his neck as he leant into Nick.

Abby hated funerals even more because she would never be able to remember their beginning without also remembering an end.
telperion_15
Apr. 7th, 2009 03:57 pm (UTC)
*wibbles*

*sniffs*
noxnoctisanima
Apr. 7th, 2009 04:02 pm (UTC)
I KNOW! WHY DO I HAVE AN ANGST MUSE!?
reggietate
Apr. 7th, 2009 10:16 pm (UTC)
Waaaah! I love it, it's so... so... waaaah! ;-)
noxnoctisanima
Apr. 8th, 2009 01:44 am (UTC)
I know, it was prompted on an angst day so there was no choice, but i put some happy in there :D
merihn
Apr. 7th, 2009 10:17 pm (UTC)
*cries* That is awesome and sad.

noxnoctisanima
Apr. 8th, 2009 01:45 am (UTC)
:D
toestastegood
Apr. 8th, 2009 10:58 am (UTC)
Ouch, ouch, ouch, angsty! Aw, I love it, though. I'm sure they'd be able to cope, together. ♥ Thank you!
noxnoctisanima
Apr. 8th, 2009 11:48 am (UTC)
:( I know there is much sad, but they're so cute together.

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