poire_gourmande: (Hogwarts)
Prompt: It had been years since Katherine smelled the saltiness of the sea and heard the squawk of seagulls overheard. But she was home again now…

Word count: 158

Rating: PG

It had been years since Katherine smelled the saltiness of the sea and heard the squawk of seagulls overheard. But she was home again now…

She could see the little blue house at the end of the road, precariously perched at the edge of the cliff, always menacing to fall in, but still standing, after all these years.

She could hear the shouts and laughs of children playing on the beach, their voices carried by the wind.

She could smell all the delicious meals her mother had prepared for her when she heard Katherine was returning home.

She could feel the sea breeze on her skin, a bit too cold, but so refreshing after the crowded, overheated train.

But most of all, she could feel the love and affection this place and its people had for her. She could tell everything and everyone had missed her as much as she had missed them.

That’s what “home” really means.
poire_gourmande: (Finn / Kurt)
Prompt: Brian Addison needed cash. And he needed it NOW!

Word count: 133

Rating: PG

Brian Addison needed cash. And he needed it NOW!

He racked his brain the whole night to think of ways to get some. He thought of many ways, but he could find flaws in most of them. He finally settled for an oldie, one that had proved its worth over the years. He knew his plan would work, and he woke up the next day ready to take over the world.

He went over the supplies he needed: a table, a chair, and a wooden spoon, to name a few. Satisfied, he decided he was ready to take action. He set the table outside, brought a full pitcher and glasses, and hung a sign that read:

Homemade Lemonade, 5 cents!

Brian really needed the new Transformer action figure that came out last week.
poire_gourmande: (Darren HeMo)
Prompt: “Maria had just spent 700$ on a pair of shoes. ONE pair of shoes. WHAT had she been thinking?”

Word count: 431

Rating: PG

Maria had just spent 700$ on a pair of shoes. ONE pair of shoes. WHAT had she been thinking?

She’d been thinking quite a lot, actually. About how she wasn’t sure she really wanted to marry Alec.

What if he stopped loving her?

What if he left her at the altar?

What if he cheated on her?

With her best friend?

What if he had proposed only because she wouldn’t stop nagging him?

What if he didn’t want kids?

What if her mother-in-law hated her?

She was having a nervous breakdown right in the middle of the mall. She walked into the first store she saw - a shoe store - took a gorgeous pair of shoes off a shelf, and walked right to the register. She didn’t even hear the cashier telling her the total - 699.99$ - she just handed her a credit card.

The sound of the card sliding through the machine calmed her down just a bit. She was able to breathe, now, and she entered her PIN with a calm smile.

She finally got home and tried on the heels.

They didn’t fit.

They were at least two sizes too small.

What if it was a sign from the universe, telling her Alec wasn’t the right fit for her?

She needed a drink.

She just blew 700$ on a pair of ill-fitted shoes, the wedding was in two weeks, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to go through with it at all.

That’s where Alec found her when he got home from work an hour later: crying on the couch with an half-empty bottle of wine, a pair of too small, expensive looking shoes dangling from her feet, watching 27 Dresses.

He took a look at the crumpled-up bill at the bottom of the shoe box, and pulled her in a tight embrace.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered as she sobbed against his chest. “We’ll return them to the store, it’s alright.”

“Is that what you’re gonna do when you get tired of me?” she yelled through her tears. “Return me for another model?”

“Oh, baby, no! You know I love you. You’re just stressed because of the wedding planning,” he said softly, trying to soother her.

“You won’t leave me at the altar?” she asked in a small, unsure voice.

He shook his head.

“You won’t cheat on me with my best friend?”

“I promise you I won’t.”

She wiped her tears and hugged him.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Maybe with your sister, though,” he chuckled, and was glad to see she laughed with him.
poire_gourmande: (Kevin)
So, I’m trying to improve my writing because Bobby convince me I could write a novel, and I’m gonna start posting some original fiction - writing exercises or short stories. I'm also back to reading my friend list because I did a huge purge of everything that bored me on it.

Concrit on my writing is much appreciated.

This one is from a prompt I found online, “Do you love me?”

Word count: 231
Rating: PG

”Do you love me?”

She had the brillant idea to ask me this while I was driving - not the best time for a lenghty reflexion about the nature of love and the nature of my feelings for her.

I kept my eyes on the road, pretending to be absorbed in switching lanes or something.

“Of course I do, baby, you know that,” I said distractedly, trying to defuse the bomb.

“Well, you never tell me!”

“I tell you all the time!” I chuckled defensively, trying to remember the last time I told her.

But she was right. I couldn’t remember saying I loved her a single time.

The truth is, I didn’t really know if I loved her. I liked being with her well enough, and we had chemistry, but could I really see myself with her for the next two, five, twenty years?

I tried to imagine myself, twenty years older, with her in her forties, maybe with a couple of kids running around.

And I felt imprisoned. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t. I was stuck in a car going fast on the interstate with her. I was stuck in a life going even faster with her.

And the only thought inside my mind was how I wouldn’t mind dying in a car accident right then and there.

At least I wouldn’t have to break up with her.


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