The Wheelhouse - Week 2 - Day 2
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therealljidol The poll for Week 2 is up:
Make sure you check it out, read some new favorites and of course keep getting the word out!
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What sort of Chaos has the Wheel of Life brought into your life THIS week?
On the plus side, the Governor gave all state workers an extra day off. Yay.
On the negative side, that means I'll have one day without work distractions to keep me occupied.
*looks over at the wheel and smiles* Maybe I'll have to find something else to do... :)
Seriously though, thanks for being here. It really means a lot to me. Especially now.
Make sure you check it out, read some new favorites and of course keep getting the word out!
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What sort of Chaos has the Wheel of Life brought into your life THIS week?
On the plus side, the Governor gave all state workers an extra day off. Yay.
On the negative side, that means I'll have one day without work distractions to keep me occupied.
*looks over at the wheel and smiles* Maybe I'll have to find something else to do... :)
Seriously though, thanks for being here. It really means a lot to me. Especially now.
Rebuilding journal search again
Jun. 30th, 2025 03:18 pmalierak posting in ![[site community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/comm_staff.png){kind=small}
dw_maintenanceWe're having to rebuild the search server again (previously, previously). It will take a few days to reindex all the content.
Meanwhile search services should be running, but probably returning no results or incomplete results for most queries.
Meanwhile search services should be running, but probably returning no results or incomplete results for most queries.
Lonely Prompts Monday, Week 26 [DW Edition]
Jun. 30th, 2025 08:02 amcreepy_shetan posting in comment_fic[ If you're interested in being a Tuesday-Thursday guest host, you can sign up here. Thanks! ❤ ]
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The Accusation
Jun. 29th, 2025 08:33 pmclauderainsrm posting in therealljidolIn Traitors/Werewolf/Mafia/Your reference here - when people come together and make this sort of accusation, the person selected is exiled from the community.
I decided not to go that far with this. :)
But also decided to "out" them to the public. Because if they are in fact the Killer, people need to know!!!
I can give you the following information:
There were 13 different suspects receiving votes. 3 of them were 1 vote shy of tying. The rest were 2 votes shy of that mark. Which makes sense. People are gathering information and playing hunches, in hopes of stopping the murder spree in it's infancy.
The group has namedroina_arwen as the prime suspect!
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We will have to wait and see if there are any more poisonings this week, or if the angry mob of Idolers got it right the first time!
I decided not to go that far with this. :)
But also decided to "out" them to the public. Because if they are in fact the Killer, people need to know!!!
I can give you the following information:
There were 13 different suspects receiving votes. 3 of them were 1 vote shy of tying. The rest were 2 votes shy of that mark. Which makes sense. People are gathering information and playing hunches, in hopes of stopping the murder spree in it's infancy.
The group has named
roina_arwen as the prime suspect! ***
We will have to wait and see if there are any more poisonings this week, or if the angry mob of Idolers got it right the first time!
Vote - Week 2
Jun. 29th, 2025 08:01 pmclauderainsrm posting in therealljidolA few words from clauderainsrm:
clauderainsrm:
On one hand, there are quite a few “byes” this week, which is bad. But on the other, that means there is more time for you to read and enjoy those entries that DID make it in on time!
So make sure to read, comment and vote for your favorites, to keep encouraging them on this journey of sheer terror!
Speaking of sheer terror,
Which means there are also (spins the wheel, watches as it slows to its final destination) 2 contestants with the fewest votes leaving us this week as well! (Don’t forget, the contestant with the fewest votes WHO IS NOT ELIMINATED will be receiving the Nullifier!
The poll closes Thursday July 3rd at 8pm ET.
Good luck to everyone!
Poll #33302 ’WheelofChaos-Week2’
This poll is closed.
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: Just the Poll Creator, participants: 50
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: Just the Poll Creator, participants: 50
Vote For Your Favorites!
adoptedwriter's entry
10 (20.0%)
alycewilson's entry
18 (36.0%)
autumn_wind's BYE WEEK - Votes Do Not Count
4 (8.0%)
bleodswean's entry
20 (40.0%)
drippedonpaper's entry
12 (24.0%)
eeyore_grrl's entry
18 (36.0%)
fausts_dream's entry
11 (22.0%)
flipflop_diva's entry
27 (54.0%)
gunwithoutmusic's BYE WEEK - Votes Do Not Count
3 (6.0%)
halfshellvenus's entry
22 (44.0%)
i0ne's BYE WEEK - Votes Do Not Count
2 (4.0%)
impoetry's BYE WEEK - Votes Do Not Count
2 (4.0%)
inkstainedfingertips's entry
21 (42.0%)
krispykritter's BYE WEEK - Votes Do Not Count
2 (4.0%)
legalpad819's entry
19 (38.0%)
matsushima's BYE WEEK - Votes Do Not Count
2 (4.0%)
muchtooarrogant's entry
22 (44.0%)
oxymoron67's BYE WEEK - Votes Do Not Count
2 (4.0%)
roina_arwen's entry
15 (30.0%)
serpentinejacaranda's entry
14 (28.0%)
simplyn2deep's entry
16 (32.0%)
static_abyss's entry
16 (32.0%)
swirlsofpurple's BYE WEEK - Votes Do Not Count
3 (6.0%)
talonkarrde's BYE WEEK - Votes Do Not Count
3 (6.0%)
tonithegreat's entry
13 (26.0%)
used_songs's entry
11 (22.0%)
xeena's BYE WEEK - Votes Do Not Count
4 (8.0%)
LJ Idol - Wheel of Chaos - Wk 2 - If It's Any Consolation
Jun. 29th, 2025 11:32 ambleodsweanIf it’s any …
It isn’t.
I just thought …
Don’t. Your thoughts are. Hesitation. Rudimentary. But sincere. I recognize that.
Well. For most …
Stop. Please. I’m not most.
Silence, broken then with.
There is no comfort, no consolation, you see? There is only a letting go. My releasing. Mine. It is a great sluicing of water from off the skin when surfacing out of the depths. A leprosy in which the body sheds its recognizable humanity. Akin to fire, flooding, all the great equalizers of the human spirit is loss.
No pain can be endless.
Time lessens, nothing heals. Perhaps the final loss, the dissolution of self. There is that momentary pause in which the soul tells the self rest rest rest now. With those strange urgent shushings the mind exhales and closes an interior eye and the soul sighs and the body relaxes.
Always with the most extreme of analogies.
It’s how I process. How I’m formed. The shape of me in this incarnation is allegorical. I admit it. Is it unbearable of me to explain a poetic inclination?
Of course not.
Catch me in one of those expirations then. That numbing prelude to a sleep brought on by the physical and existential exhaustion of the quivering small beast caught in the snare incapable of the final severing of the trapped limb. Perhaps, between respirations I will show gratitude for whatever platitude you long to utter. With such kindness in the dulcet tones of your compassion.
So insulting. But I forgive you.
It is no kindness to me. I’m admitting this to you now so that there can be no misunderstanding between us afterwards. In the quiet of acceptance, in the weaking of the bleeding out. You offered me not a ligature, not even a bandage, only the word bandage. Followed by an expectation of a deed done well. Yet, I will nod and listen insomuch as I am able before the next suck breath moment in which I am once again filled with not a gain but a loss. Filled with loss, if you can imagine such a thing. You who have been unlucky to suffer not. Yes, I say unlucky, yes, I call you cursed for your wholeness, your innocence of these mortal woundings, of the soul’s agonies.
And you, I suppose, are blessed by this devastation?
Confounded and cast out by the privilege of cataclysmic injury yet I finger the beads and whisper the prayers and allow my eyes to roll back in their sockets from the sheer unknowingness of meaning, the definition of absolutes. Our mother, our father. All these soulful beings arting in their heavens. There is a consecration in catastrophe.
I disagree. You are martyring yourself to this.
Martyr? Laughing. This laying on of hands while the blade is hidden in the sleeve, dropped into the palm, the knife snicking out plunging into the heart between the ribs through the lungs a great sucking sound when its pulled back out. Taking life itself with it. The body heartbeating to death through the collapsing arteries.
All this because I wanted nothing more than to offer succor.
Are you familiar with the consolation prize, my friend?
Certainly, narrowly failing to win.
No, finishing last.
Yet recognized!
I don’t want to be recognized for my wounding. Your sympathy is of no value to me. Only to you. So, in an earnest effort to be brotherlike, to recognize that you too will one day bleed, I bite my tongue at refusing your solace. Give it here. In great bucketloads. Pour it out and over me. I’ll hold my breath to keep from drowning in your mollification. It offers some respite, admittedly, to others.
It’s that you can’t bear to be likened to others.
LJ Idol Wheel of Chaos: "Shortcomings"
Jun. 29th, 2025 11:28 amhalfshellvenusShortcomings
Idol Wheel Of Chaos | Week 2 | 1738 words
If It's Any Consolation
x-x-x-x-x
Derg was a dwarf, one of the last of his kind in the Regent's kingdom. He lived in a damp cave deep inside the Blighted Hills, where he wove moss into clothing and practiced the art of metalworking.
There were no other dwarfs in the Hills or nearby villages, so Derg lived alone, which he did not like. Something else he did not like was being mistaken for a troll. Every week, when Derg went to market, he watched the kingdom's other residents back away as he passed by, every one of them leery of being forced to solve riddles. I'm nothing like a troll! he thought. Do they even look past the beard?
Little did they know that Derg also hated riddles. Riddles were tricksy, and they made him feel stupid. And short. Somehow, they always made him feel short.
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Idol Wheel Of Chaos | Week 2 | 1738 words
If It's Any Consolation
x-x-x-x-x
Derg was a dwarf, one of the last of his kind in the Regent's kingdom. He lived in a damp cave deep inside the Blighted Hills, where he wove moss into clothing and practiced the art of metalworking.
There were no other dwarfs in the Hills or nearby villages, so Derg lived alone, which he did not like. Something else he did not like was being mistaken for a troll. Every week, when Derg went to market, he watched the kingdom's other residents back away as he passed by, every one of them leery of being forced to solve riddles. I'm nothing like a troll! he thought. Do they even look past the beard?
Little did they know that Derg also hated riddles. Riddles were tricksy, and they made him feel stupid. And short. Somehow, they always made him feel short.
( Read more... )
If you enjoyed this story, please vote for it along with any of your other favorites here!
LJ Idol WOC #2 - The Only Consolation
Jun. 28th, 2025 09:33 pmkizzySo there’s this ongoing tourney I play on my tablet every evening because there’s a time limit, usually 1 day, 12 hours. There are roughly 40 players in my league, including myself. We all have usernames and avatars.. When the next tourney starts we each see our final scores as well as everyone else’s from the tourney we just played.
What makes this game different is that you can see everyone’s scores in each level as you play. I can look at the leaderboard and notice that I came in on a particular level. I can play that level again and gain a score higher than the player above me, or maybe the player above that player, on up. If that happens, every one of those players will receive a red down arrow next to their score. If someone beats my score, I receive a red down arrow. Conversely, if I replay a level and score higher, I receive a green up arrow. If I beat that score, there’s another green arrow. If I score higher than a majority of players, I just might get into the Top 10 where there are gold badges. If I score in the top 3, the badge becomes scarlet draped in gold.
There are prizes in the form of gold coins which you can use to purchase power ups. I never do. They don’t interest me.
It’s a silly game, a casual game. It’s a game easily put aside when real life beckons. There is just enough skill involved, however, which beckons you to play for a stolen few minutes: Can I beat that score? What about that one? What about my own score? Oh c’mon, I know I’m better than that, play that level again! Oh shit, I missed! Maybe I should buy a power up. Nah. Study the setup before making your first shot! You can DO this! No, I can’t feed the dogs right now, I have to finish this level! AAARGH! You made me miss the target!
But there’s also serendipitous highlights, like when I go for a shot without any strategy. Everything tumbles, bumbles, bounces, and explodes into a frenzy of screaming colors and blurbs. I see my score ping higher and higher until the blue END LEVEL flashes. I sit there, dazed, blinking. I look at the leaderboard…and of course there are people with higher scores! I play the level again but never reach anywhere near my initial score.
I’ve been playing versions of this game for the last 10 years or so. I started because of the explosions and screaming colors. It was a small way of releasing the day’s pent up stress. It took me awhile to figure out the basic strategy. Once I did, I then could figure out variations of the strategy at each level. Some days I scored high. Other days, abysmal. It didn’t matter as long as I kept playing.
And that’s the secret – keep playing. The more you do something, the better you become at it. At some point the strategy melds with your aim and becomes muscle memory. I’ve only received a scarlet draped in gold badge once, but that’s OK. Having a bunch of usernames and higher scores above mine is OK, even when I feel that tiny pang of disappointment. There’s always another tourney.
What makes this game different is that you can see everyone’s scores in each level as you play. I can look at the leaderboard and notice that I came in on a particular level. I can play that level again and gain a score higher than the player above me, or maybe the player above that player, on up. If that happens, every one of those players will receive a red down arrow next to their score. If someone beats my score, I receive a red down arrow. Conversely, if I replay a level and score higher, I receive a green up arrow. If I beat that score, there’s another green arrow. If I score higher than a majority of players, I just might get into the Top 10 where there are gold badges. If I score in the top 3, the badge becomes scarlet draped in gold.
There are prizes in the form of gold coins which you can use to purchase power ups. I never do. They don’t interest me.
It’s a silly game, a casual game. It’s a game easily put aside when real life beckons. There is just enough skill involved, however, which beckons you to play for a stolen few minutes: Can I beat that score? What about that one? What about my own score? Oh c’mon, I know I’m better than that, play that level again! Oh shit, I missed! Maybe I should buy a power up. Nah. Study the setup before making your first shot! You can DO this! No, I can’t feed the dogs right now, I have to finish this level! AAARGH! You made me miss the target!
But there’s also serendipitous highlights, like when I go for a shot without any strategy. Everything tumbles, bumbles, bounces, and explodes into a frenzy of screaming colors and blurbs. I see my score ping higher and higher until the blue END LEVEL flashes. I sit there, dazed, blinking. I look at the leaderboard…and of course there are people with higher scores! I play the level again but never reach anywhere near my initial score.
I’ve been playing versions of this game for the last 10 years or so. I started because of the explosions and screaming colors. It was a small way of releasing the day’s pent up stress. It took me awhile to figure out the basic strategy. Once I did, I then could figure out variations of the strategy at each level. Some days I scored high. Other days, abysmal. It didn’t matter as long as I kept playing.
And that’s the secret – keep playing. The more you do something, the better you become at it. At some point the strategy melds with your aim and becomes muscle memory. I’ve only received a scarlet draped in gold badge once, but that’s OK. Having a bunch of usernames and higher scores above mine is OK, even when I feel that tiny pang of disappointment. There’s always another tourney.
104°. (Ljidol wheel of chaos week 2)
Jun. 28th, 2025 02:14 pmeeyore_grrl
104*
it's 104 degrees on my naked body
if it's any consolation
they say
it's a dry heat
but 100 is a 100 is a 100
and heat is hot
a cool mist sprays fine water droplets
occasionally covering me
i read poolside
my kindle my friend
amongst strangers
my husband my love
amongst newness
how do you make friends at a nudist resort
and i wonder
if i want to
we are here to be us
we are here to relax
we are not looking for the insundry
the un.... sanitary
not this time
not today
but it's a dry heat
(they say)
and i wonder
what fever dreams connect here
i wonder
if my skin reddens
because it sees the sun
or because eyes see me
if it's any consolation
they say
it's a dry heat
perhaps,
i won't get wet
after all
.
LJ Idol, Wheel of Chaos 2: “If It's Any Consolation"
Jun. 28th, 2025 04:22 pmroina_arwenAuthor's Note: This is a Cento (a collage poem), which is a poetic form composed entirely of lines from poems by other poets. I only use one line per author and have given them credit at the bottom, in the order that their line appears here. The only change I make is to add or delete a comma or period at the end of a line where needed, to help my poem flow in the manner that I need it to. Enjoy!
If It's Any Consolation...
I was not aware of the moment when
Forever ends. Never a moment holds
before a casket with a princess motif.
Having found the water behind a thousand mirages,
A stream went voiceless by, still deadened more
In your lifetime. A rush
to come and sit on a torn old abandoned chair
and sailing in the graying zenith of woe,
where the sleepless claim the stars talk.
He pushes on with right good will,
Patting goodbye, doubtless they told the lad
those final hours she couldn't speak,
but no one really expects us to solve anything
and here there is sleeping a buxom young girl
A spirit, though with human eyes,
your daughter's likeness must now remain.
For now, for guilty, for guiltless, no matter, the world offers neither
when she offered me as consolation.
(c) LJB 2025
=-=-=-=-=-=
Stanza one credits: Rabindranath Tagore; Ishion Hutchinson; Kim Addonizio; Khaled Mattawa; John Keats; Katharine Coles; P. K.; Garrett Hongo; Chad Davidson.
Stanza two credits: Robert Louis Stevenson; Wilfred Owen; Michael Ryan; John Surowiecki; Johannes V. Jensen; George Parsons Lathrop; Richard Howard; Jeffrey Schultz; Hélder Faife.
If It's Any Consolation...
I was not aware of the moment when
Forever ends. Never a moment holds
before a casket with a princess motif.
Having found the water behind a thousand mirages,
A stream went voiceless by, still deadened more
In your lifetime. A rush
to come and sit on a torn old abandoned chair
and sailing in the graying zenith of woe,
where the sleepless claim the stars talk.
He pushes on with right good will,
Patting goodbye, doubtless they told the lad
those final hours she couldn't speak,
but no one really expects us to solve anything
and here there is sleeping a buxom young girl
A spirit, though with human eyes,
your daughter's likeness must now remain.
For now, for guilty, for guiltless, no matter, the world offers neither
when she offered me as consolation.
(c) LJB 2025
=-=-=-=-=-=
Stanza one credits: Rabindranath Tagore; Ishion Hutchinson; Kim Addonizio; Khaled Mattawa; John Keats; Katharine Coles; P. K.; Garrett Hongo; Chad Davidson.
Stanza two credits: Robert Louis Stevenson; Wilfred Owen; Michael Ryan; John Surowiecki; Johannes V. Jensen; George Parsons Lathrop; Richard Howard; Jeffrey Schultz; Hélder Faife.
The Wheelhouse - Week 2 - Weekend Edition
Jun. 28th, 2025 08:53 amclauderainsrm posting in therealljidol I'm not going into detail right now, but let's just say this has been one of the worst weeks of my life. (so far) Sometimes that's the way the wheel spins. I will say thought that it started Wednesday night after the poll closed, so I'm really glad I had everything written out and ready to go, otherwise none of those other posts would have been made. Far too much chaos!! Like I said, sometimes the wheel is like that.
Hope all of you are doing better than that.
The deadline for the prompt is TOMORROW night: therealljidol.dreamwidth.org/1186386.html
There are quite a few of you who haven't finished yet. So hopefully you are get it ready to post!
***
Oh yeah, the first antidote has been distributed to the person with the most votes, and has been distributed to her choice. I guess we will see in a few weeks if that was correct.
IN THE MEANTIME - I need ALL OF YOU to send me an email clauderainsrm@gmail.com and make your first accusation on the identity of the Killers. (One name please) If the majority guesses correctly, you out them and end their deadly spree! If not, well, then the killings continue...
The deadline to do this is the same as the entry deadline Hopefully in the coming weeks I will be a little less stressed and more organized. I apologize for that.
***
What ELSE are you doing this weekend?
Hope all of you are doing better than that.
The deadline for the prompt is TOMORROW night: therealljidol.dreamwidth.org/1186386.html
There are quite a few of you who haven't finished yet. So hopefully you are get it ready to post!
***
Oh yeah, the first antidote has been distributed to the person with the most votes, and has been distributed to her choice. I guess we will see in a few weeks if that was correct.
IN THE MEANTIME - I need ALL OF YOU to send me an email clauderainsrm@gmail.com and make your first accusation on the identity of the Killers. (One name please) If the majority guesses correctly, you out them and end their deadly spree! If not, well, then the killings continue...
The deadline to do this is the same as the entry deadline Hopefully in the coming weeks I will be a little less stressed and more organized. I apologize for that.
***
What ELSE are you doing this weekend?
Free for All Saturday, Week 26 [DW Edition]
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Hello there. My writing plans for LPW died after I got terrible news this week. Don't feel bad if you couldn't do what you'd hoped, either. ❤ Today's a good day for prompting, though, right? And what could be better than a Free for All day? ~_^ There are no themes to follow for prompts or fills. If you've had any ideas this week that didn't really work with Tuesday's or Thursday's posts, today's your chance to prompt 'em. Be free, and have fun! ✎
Just a few rules:
1. No more than five prompts in a row.
2. No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
3. Use the character's full name and the fandom's full name for ease in adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
4. No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here. Unfortunately, DW doesn’t have a cut tag, so use your best judgment when it comes to spoilers.
5. If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
6. If your story has possible triggers, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Are today's prompts not catching your eye? No worries, because we have plenty of older prompts that just might do the trick! You can browse through the comm's calendar archive (here on LJ or here on DW) for themed and Free For All posts, or perhaps check out Sunday posts for Lonely Prompt requests. (Or, you can be like me, and try to save interesting prompts as you see 'em... and then end up with multiple text doc files full of [themes + links + prompts] that you can easily look through and search for keywords.) Multiple fills for one prompt are welcome, by the way! Oh, and you are very likely to find some awesome fills to read as well, and wouldn't it be nice to leave a comment on those lovely little writing distractions? ~_^
We are on AO3! If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3, please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2025 collection.
If you are viewing this post on our Dreamwidth site: please know that fills posted here will not show up as comments on our LiveJournal site, but you are still more than welcome to participate. =)
If you have a Dreamwidth account and would feel more comfortable participating there, please feel free to do so… and spread the word!comment_fic
A friendly reminder about our posting schedule: Themed posts for new prompts go up on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Saturdays are a Free for All day for new prompts of any flavor. Sundays are for showing Lonely Prompts some love, whether by requesting for someone to adopt them or by sharing any fills that you've recently completed.
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July 8 & 10
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July 22 & 24
Hello there. My writing plans for LPW died after I got terrible news this week. Don't feel bad if you couldn't do what you'd hoped, either. ❤ Today's a good day for prompting, though, right? And what could be better than a Free for All day? ~_^ There are no themes to follow for prompts or fills. If you've had any ideas this week that didn't really work with Tuesday's or Thursday's posts, today's your chance to prompt 'em. Be free, and have fun! ✎
Just a few rules:
1. No more than five prompts in a row.
2. No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
3. Use the character's full name and the fandom's full name for ease in adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
4. No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here. Unfortunately, DW doesn’t have a cut tag, so use your best judgment when it comes to spoilers.
5. If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
6. If your story has possible triggers, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Are today's prompts not catching your eye? No worries, because we have plenty of older prompts that just might do the trick! You can browse through the comm's calendar archive (here on LJ or here on DW) for themed and Free For All posts, or perhaps check out Sunday posts for Lonely Prompt requests. (Or, you can be like me, and try to save interesting prompts as you see 'em... and then end up with multiple text doc files full of [themes + links + prompts] that you can easily look through and search for keywords.) Multiple fills for one prompt are welcome, by the way! Oh, and you are very likely to find some awesome fills to read as well, and wouldn't it be nice to leave a comment on those lovely little writing distractions? ~_^
We are on AO3! If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3, please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2025 collection.
If you are viewing this post on our Dreamwidth site: please know that fills posted here will not show up as comments on our LiveJournal site, but you are still more than welcome to participate. =)
If you have a Dreamwidth account and would feel more comfortable participating there, please feel free to do so… and spread the word!
comment_ficA friendly reminder about our posting schedule: Themed posts for new prompts go up on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Saturdays are a Free for All day for new prompts of any flavor. Sundays are for showing Lonely Prompts some love, whether by requesting for someone to adopt them or by sharing any fills that you've recently completed.
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Jun. 28th, 2025 02:55 ammuchtooarrogantLJI Week 2: If it’s any consolation
Ben had never imagined himself as someone who could foretell the future, and yet, as Ellen moved around their bedroom packing, a certainty grew within him that he was watching the end of his marriage. The piles of clothing she kept adding to her suitcase, the stack of books she crammed into her travel bag ... Would there be anything left in the closet by the time she finished?
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Ben had never imagined himself as someone who could foretell the future, and yet, as Ellen moved around their bedroom packing, a certainty grew within him that he was watching the end of his marriage. The piles of clothing she kept adding to her suitcase, the stack of books she crammed into her travel bag ... Would there be anything left in the closet by the time she finished?
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LJ Idol: 2nd Prompt: "If it's Any Consolation"
Jun. 27th, 2025 07:53 pmdrippedonpaperTitle: "Echoes of Possession"
10,000 hours. 10,000 hours. I told myself, this was the year. Put up or shut up.
Thankfully, driving can be almost automatic, when the route is familiar. The phrase, "!0,000 hours" kept repeating in my tired mind as I drove my good ole Honda Civic to my favorite coffee shop. I had to park further away than usual. I pulled in and, for just a minute thought, "Really, am I doing this? The odds are what, a million to one?!" But I remembered that forty is fast disappearing in rear view mirror of my life, and fifty is looming on the horizon with all the fun of AARP memberships and questions about "oh, do you have grandkids?"
I'm doing this. I grab my laptop in it's dusty old black bag. Put it over my shoulder. Open my car door. If nothing else, it might be interesting, right?
I walk into the coffee shop. Ding (the door chimes). The place looks dark. I don't know if it's truly dark or it's just my transition lenses. I study the "monthly specials" board. I swear they are very similar each month, they just switch out the names to match the holidays.
"Can I help you? We have some wonderful specials today!" The excited teen barista smiles with enthusiasm. I guess I'm old, but I find her perkiness a bit percolated. I bet the shop tries to conceal the low level of the wages with a high level of free employee drinks.
"Ma'm?" Her smile is slipping.
"Ah yeah, um, let me try the Golden Hour" I say.
"Hot or iced? Whole milk or oat? We also have soy and almond milk, if you prefer alternatives."
Oh my god. I almost replied, "In my day, the only thing we milked was cows, not nuts and plants." "In my day..." I sound like my grandparents!
"Uh, real milk. I mean, regular."
"Do you prefer whole, 2 % or skim?" Miss Teen Coffee USA was back with her questions.
"Whole I guess. I truly don't care."
"We aim to please. It will be right up. Can I have your name for the order?"
"Uh, Emily."
"Emily it is. That will be right up!" she chirps.
I look around. There is one empty table. I sit down with a sigh. Crap, I remember my mom sighing when she sat down. What the heck is happening to me these days?
I put my laptop in the wall, open the screen, and press the power button. It starts up. Of course it wants my password. I start to type and suddenly Miss Teen Thing trills, "Golden Hour for Emily!"
I jump up, and turn for the counter and almost fall flat on my face. I throw out my hands and feel ... something warm?!
"Whoopie-daisy there! You almost dropped that fancy computer!"
I look up and I'm holding hands with...Santa Clause? I blink my eyes shut, then slowly open. Maybe this is just a dream. Why would I dream about coffee though?
"Golden Hour for EMILY!"
"I'm coming!" I yell and everyone looks up. I say, "Excuse me?" and Santa lets go of my hand.
I grab my drink, murmur, "Yeah, thanks" and turn to go back to my table, only to see the other chair is now occupied.
Santa himself (or his plain clothes double) is now sitting across from my laptop.
"I just wanted to make sure you're ok."
"Yeah, I'm fine." I murmur.
"Dontcha worry, I'm leaving. I just ... I just wanted to tell you to hang on in there, little lady."
"Hang in there?" I take a longer drink of my coffee. Why does it seem like I can't even understand English today? I blink my eyes closed, then open. Nope, it's still real.
"What do you mean anyway, sir?" because honestly, I'm tired of it. I came here to ...to finally start keeping my promises to myself not to talk to people about milk and hanging in there and who the heck is this guy anyways?
"Sorry, that's right, I shoulda introduced myself. I'm Ralph, but of course that doesn't matter. I'm not the one you came to listen to, and I know that."
"Sir, I don't know you, but somehow it ... why would you know why I'm here."
"You have that look is all." He smiled and leaned back in his chair. If you could call that his chair. Technically it's at MY table.
I sigh and think, "OK, if you can't beat 'em, at least hear what they have to say."
"'That look'? Sir, if you could excuse me, see I have a lot to do" I nod meaningfully at my laptop.
"Oh sure, I know. Just hang in there. You're not the only one who hears them."
"Hears them?" Apparently they let just anyone in this coffee shop now. Good freaking g-d, what the heck with today.
"See it's ... it's easily explained." He smiles.
"It is?" I shake my head. I shut my laptop. Apparently, I'm going to hear this explanation.
"Yep. I personally think it's pretty clear that alternate timelines are the ways we all reincarnate."
I start to unplug my laptop.
"Hey, miss, just wait a minute. I wasn't trying to bother ya now, just...that's why you don't have to worry."
"Listen, sir, I believe it's my decision when to worry--"
"I just meant, little lady, that death isn't the end. It's not even the end of communication. That's why you hear them."
"Hear who?" Now I'm really irked. I pull out my phone to check the time. Dammit!
"Listen. You're a writer, right?"
"I mean... kind of. That was the plan today."
"I knew it!" His smug smile was almost annoying.
"I mean, I ... like to try to write, but I don't write about death or reincarnation or any of that. And honestly, I won't be writing about anything if I don't get to it."
He braced his hands on the table. "I know, I'm sorry to interrupt. I just... I didn't want you to fall. And then I wanted to remind you. It may seem like... echoes of possession, but it's just the timeline whispers. Some of us can hear them."
"You're saying that ... that when authors write it's... real people, on other timelines communicating? Hm." I can't help it. Now I'm interested. That's kind of a genius idea really. "So that would mean historical fiction--"
"Is the people in alternate pasts trying to set the story straight. See the other time lines have authors too."
"Ralph. You said your name is Ralph? You've really thought about this, haven't you?" He didn't look completely crazy. Clean jeans, plaid shirt. If you switched his ball cap for a red elf hat, he'd be Santa, but a clean, well-groomed one. Not that homeless variety you see out by the soup kitchen.
"Thought about it? Missy, I lived it. And honestly, I think you've got all those best possessed qualities. A bit curious, able to listen." He stood to his feet this time.
"I'll leave you to it. Just be careful if you get up."
Ralph headed to the door, saying, "And if it's any consolation, you'll never truly feel alone. They do love communicating!"
The coffee shop door closed behind him with a ding.
I looked down at my laptop. I slowly plugged it back in, took a sip of my too sweet Golden Hour, and opened the screen.
I typed in my password and clicked on the Word icon.
Ralph had said "You'll never feel alone."
At this point, I didn't know if that was a threat or a promise of chapters to come.
I took a deep breath. I began to type, "She started to trip and threw out her hands ..."
10,000 hours. 10,000 hours. I told myself, this was the year. Put up or shut up.
Thankfully, driving can be almost automatic, when the route is familiar. The phrase, "!0,000 hours" kept repeating in my tired mind as I drove my good ole Honda Civic to my favorite coffee shop. I had to park further away than usual. I pulled in and, for just a minute thought, "Really, am I doing this? The odds are what, a million to one?!" But I remembered that forty is fast disappearing in rear view mirror of my life, and fifty is looming on the horizon with all the fun of AARP memberships and questions about "oh, do you have grandkids?"
I'm doing this. I grab my laptop in it's dusty old black bag. Put it over my shoulder. Open my car door. If nothing else, it might be interesting, right?
I walk into the coffee shop. Ding (the door chimes). The place looks dark. I don't know if it's truly dark or it's just my transition lenses. I study the "monthly specials" board. I swear they are very similar each month, they just switch out the names to match the holidays.
"Can I help you? We have some wonderful specials today!" The excited teen barista smiles with enthusiasm. I guess I'm old, but I find her perkiness a bit percolated. I bet the shop tries to conceal the low level of the wages with a high level of free employee drinks.
"Ma'm?" Her smile is slipping.
"Ah yeah, um, let me try the Golden Hour" I say.
"Hot or iced? Whole milk or oat? We also have soy and almond milk, if you prefer alternatives."
Oh my god. I almost replied, "In my day, the only thing we milked was cows, not nuts and plants." "In my day..." I sound like my grandparents!
"Uh, real milk. I mean, regular."
"Do you prefer whole, 2 % or skim?" Miss Teen Coffee USA was back with her questions.
"Whole I guess. I truly don't care."
"We aim to please. It will be right up. Can I have your name for the order?"
"Uh, Emily."
"Emily it is. That will be right up!" she chirps.
I look around. There is one empty table. I sit down with a sigh. Crap, I remember my mom sighing when she sat down. What the heck is happening to me these days?
I put my laptop in the wall, open the screen, and press the power button. It starts up. Of course it wants my password. I start to type and suddenly Miss Teen Thing trills, "Golden Hour for Emily!"
I jump up, and turn for the counter and almost fall flat on my face. I throw out my hands and feel ... something warm?!
"Whoopie-daisy there! You almost dropped that fancy computer!"
I look up and I'm holding hands with...Santa Clause? I blink my eyes shut, then slowly open. Maybe this is just a dream. Why would I dream about coffee though?
"Golden Hour for EMILY!"
"I'm coming!" I yell and everyone looks up. I say, "Excuse me?" and Santa lets go of my hand.
I grab my drink, murmur, "Yeah, thanks" and turn to go back to my table, only to see the other chair is now occupied.
Santa himself (or his plain clothes double) is now sitting across from my laptop.
"I just wanted to make sure you're ok."
"Yeah, I'm fine." I murmur.
"Dontcha worry, I'm leaving. I just ... I just wanted to tell you to hang on in there, little lady."
"Hang in there?" I take a longer drink of my coffee. Why does it seem like I can't even understand English today? I blink my eyes closed, then open. Nope, it's still real.
"What do you mean anyway, sir?" because honestly, I'm tired of it. I came here to ...to finally start keeping my promises to myself not to talk to people about milk and hanging in there and who the heck is this guy anyways?
"Sorry, that's right, I shoulda introduced myself. I'm Ralph, but of course that doesn't matter. I'm not the one you came to listen to, and I know that."
"Sir, I don't know you, but somehow it ... why would you know why I'm here."
"You have that look is all." He smiled and leaned back in his chair. If you could call that his chair. Technically it's at MY table.
I sigh and think, "OK, if you can't beat 'em, at least hear what they have to say."
"'That look'? Sir, if you could excuse me, see I have a lot to do" I nod meaningfully at my laptop.
"Oh sure, I know. Just hang in there. You're not the only one who hears them."
"Hears them?" Apparently they let just anyone in this coffee shop now. Good freaking g-d, what the heck with today.
"See it's ... it's easily explained." He smiles.
"It is?" I shake my head. I shut my laptop. Apparently, I'm going to hear this explanation.
"Yep. I personally think it's pretty clear that alternate timelines are the ways we all reincarnate."
I start to unplug my laptop.
"Hey, miss, just wait a minute. I wasn't trying to bother ya now, just...that's why you don't have to worry."
"Listen, sir, I believe it's my decision when to worry--"
"I just meant, little lady, that death isn't the end. It's not even the end of communication. That's why you hear them."
"Hear who?" Now I'm really irked. I pull out my phone to check the time. Dammit!
"Listen. You're a writer, right?"
"I mean... kind of. That was the plan today."
"I knew it!" His smug smile was almost annoying.
"I mean, I ... like to try to write, but I don't write about death or reincarnation or any of that. And honestly, I won't be writing about anything if I don't get to it."
He braced his hands on the table. "I know, I'm sorry to interrupt. I just... I didn't want you to fall. And then I wanted to remind you. It may seem like... echoes of possession, but it's just the timeline whispers. Some of us can hear them."
"You're saying that ... that when authors write it's... real people, on other timelines communicating? Hm." I can't help it. Now I'm interested. That's kind of a genius idea really. "So that would mean historical fiction--"
"Is the people in alternate pasts trying to set the story straight. See the other time lines have authors too."
"Ralph. You said your name is Ralph? You've really thought about this, haven't you?" He didn't look completely crazy. Clean jeans, plaid shirt. If you switched his ball cap for a red elf hat, he'd be Santa, but a clean, well-groomed one. Not that homeless variety you see out by the soup kitchen.
"Thought about it? Missy, I lived it. And honestly, I think you've got all those best possessed qualities. A bit curious, able to listen." He stood to his feet this time.
"I'll leave you to it. Just be careful if you get up."
Ralph headed to the door, saying, "And if it's any consolation, you'll never truly feel alone. They do love communicating!"
The coffee shop door closed behind him with a ding.
I looked down at my laptop. I slowly plugged it back in, took a sip of my too sweet Golden Hour, and opened the screen.
I typed in my password and clicked on the Word icon.
Ralph had said "You'll never feel alone."
At this point, I didn't know if that was a threat or a promise of chapters to come.
I took a deep breath. I began to type, "She started to trip and threw out her hands ..."
LONELY PROMPTS WEEK :: 27 JUNE § DAY 5
Jun. 27th, 2025 12:52 pmsimplyn2deep posting in comment_ficJune 23-27 is Lonely Prompts Week!
In the past, we used to have a "winner" who completed the most fills every day, and at the end of the week, we'd announce an overall winner. But this time around, we're doing things differently! There are no winners or “losers”, just prompts that have been filled. At the end of the week, we'll be sharing a round-up post of all the lonely prompts that have been filled.
I’m on vacation until 7 July, so this week is all lonely prompts with no theme.
This week is a full week of free for all of filling lonely prompt week. Please try to only fill prompts have haven’t been filled.
Please number your fills when leaving more than one in a comment. This helps me when I'm ready to count them up.
To find those elusive Lonely Prompts, you can use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community. Fret not, DW members; we are working on a way to search through old entries for prompts for you! As of right now, the best way to search for a lonely prompt on DW is to search the community’s archive, which can be found [[HERE]].
While the use of LJ's advanced search and DW’s archive are options, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching in the future.
To get things going, a few rules that I ask you all to follow.
1. You can only request five prompts to be filled.
2. You can request no more than three prompts from the same fandom.
3. You can, however, fill as many prompts as you'd like!
4. In the subject line, be sure to say whether this is a request or a fill!
5. You must link back to whatever the prompt is in the community logs (whether filling or requesting it be filled), and, if you're filling the prompt, please complete the fill as a response to the original prompt.
6. If you are filling an "any/any" prompt, please let us know what fandom (or, if original, say so!) you're using for the response.
7. If you filled any lonely prompts earlier this week, this is the place to share them!
8. Finally, we now have a community at AO3. If you have an AO3 account, please post your fills there. More information on how to do this is located at this link.
How to link:
[a href="http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/449155.html?thread=70682755#t70682755">MCU, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, She's wearing daisy dukes and one of his button-down shirts.[/a]
(change the brackets to "<" and ">" respectively)
or:
http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/139897.html?thread=30155641#t30155641
Burn Notice, Sam/Michael/Fi, "It's always been you. And it's always gonna be you."
HAPPY REQUESTING/WRITING/FILLING!
In the past, we used to have a "winner" who completed the most fills every day, and at the end of the week, we'd announce an overall winner. But this time around, we're doing things differently! There are no winners or “losers”, just prompts that have been filled. At the end of the week, we'll be sharing a round-up post of all the lonely prompts that have been filled.
I’m on vacation until 7 July, so this week is all lonely prompts with no theme.
This week is a full week of free for all of filling lonely prompt week. Please try to only fill prompts have haven’t been filled.
Please number your fills when leaving more than one in a comment. This helps me when I'm ready to count them up.
To find those elusive Lonely Prompts, you can use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community. Fret not, DW members; we are working on a way to search through old entries for prompts for you! As of right now, the best way to search for a lonely prompt on DW is to search the community’s archive, which can be found [[HERE]].
While the use of LJ's advanced search and DW’s archive are options, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching in the future.
To get things going, a few rules that I ask you all to follow.
1. You can only request five prompts to be filled.
2. You can request no more than three prompts from the same fandom.
3. You can, however, fill as many prompts as you'd like!
4. In the subject line, be sure to say whether this is a request or a fill!
5. You must link back to whatever the prompt is in the community logs (whether filling or requesting it be filled), and, if you're filling the prompt, please complete the fill as a response to the original prompt.
6. If you are filling an "any/any" prompt, please let us know what fandom (or, if original, say so!) you're using for the response.
7. If you filled any lonely prompts earlier this week, this is the place to share them!
8. Finally, we now have a community at AO3. If you have an AO3 account, please post your fills there. More information on how to do this is located at this link.
How to link:
[a href="http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/449155.html?thread=70682755#t70682755">MCU, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, She's wearing daisy dukes and one of his button-down shirts.[/a]
(change the brackets to "<" and ">" respectively)
or:
http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/139897.html?thread=30155641#t30155641
Burn Notice, Sam/Michael/Fi, "It's always been you. And it's always gonna be you."
HAPPY REQUESTING/WRITING/FILLING!
Week 2: Consolation
Jun. 27th, 2025 09:31 amadoptedwriter
Two days after Christmas he was born. Flawless and beautiful. All was calm; all was bright.
Two days after that, his parents and big sister brought him home. He looked like Papaw. Maybe it was just the bald head, but he sure was cute in that red plaid zip-up onesie that made him look like a miniature, hairless mountain man with big eyes and tiny, pink feet.
Two weeks later he looked like his mom, especially when he turned his head to one side and blinked during “Tummy-time.” He also had het chunky little forearms; “Popeye arms”, as we used to say.
At two months he was holding his head up and looking around. He liked the feel of a kitty brushing up against his skin and the warm, comfortable feeling in his belly after a six-ounce bottle of “baby drink.” Time both crept slowly during those sleep-interrupted days and nights but also flew by in a blur of diapers, baths, well-baby checkups and outfit changes.
Today he is two-and-a-half. How did he go from rolling and army crawling across the carpet to mastering playground climbers and slides? How did he go from coos and gurgles to “I wanna pah-sick-o, peeze” as he leads me to the freezer door? He doesn’t toddle; he struts. He sports his Bass Pro Shops ball cap and his little camo Crocs like his dad wears, but still wants night kisses and his stuffed dog and bull dozer blanket for sleeps. He loves his orange “ba-kee-ball” and dancing to Jimmy Buffet’s Volcano song.
When he sees me he says, “Hey broh!” and gigges. He’s a funny little man.
My youngest grandchild is growing up fast. We are building memories and taking photos and videos to preserve all the moments. He may be the last baby in the (immediate) family for a long time, but for now he is still our cuddle-bug-buddy-boy with big blue eyes and a bowl haircut. If he falls down and cries, I console him. When he’s learning his colors, I celebrate him. If he needs a random hug, I embrace him.
I love this kid!
50-Word Stories
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