Post by journeycat on Feb 5, 2010 14:38:16 GMT 10
Title: Knock You Down
Rating: PG
Length: 250 words
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Sometimes love comes around and it knocks you down; just get back up when it knocks you down, knocks you down. "Knocks You Down" by Keri Hilson.
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It was an unfortunate fact that most women know heartbreak at least once in their lives. And it was a fortunate truth that most of those women healed eventually, and found someone who did not break them in two.
“I was thinking summer,” Merric said, lacing his fingers with hers. It was a peaceful break from the normal chaos of New Hope. “It’ll be nice and warm.”
“That sounds lovely,” Keladry smiled, knowing full well his aversion to the cold. “But not the peak—I don’t want to sweat my clothes off.”
He raised his eyebrows and she quickly placed a hand over his mouth. “Not,” she giggled, “a word.”
A figure on the walkway high above them caught her eye. For most, it wouldn’t have been immediately discernible; Kel had long since memorized everything about him. She knew it was him by the way he draped his sinewy arms over the rail, the way he held his broad shoulders. Like a griffin-fletched arrow, his eyes could pierce her straight through the heart. For a moment, she was taken back to a time where she tasted leather and man, and those eyes that pierced her so unreadably now were just dark depths in which she could drown.
“Kel?”
“What?”
“Where’d you go?”
Merric was looking at her with a puzzled smile. Kel glanced at the walkway again, but Wyldon was nowhere to be seen.
“Nowhere,” she said, turning back to him. “I think a September wedding would be best.”
Rating: PG
Length: 250 words
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Sometimes love comes around and it knocks you down; just get back up when it knocks you down, knocks you down. "Knocks You Down" by Keri Hilson.
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It was an unfortunate fact that most women know heartbreak at least once in their lives. And it was a fortunate truth that most of those women healed eventually, and found someone who did not break them in two.
“I was thinking summer,” Merric said, lacing his fingers with hers. It was a peaceful break from the normal chaos of New Hope. “It’ll be nice and warm.”
“That sounds lovely,” Keladry smiled, knowing full well his aversion to the cold. “But not the peak—I don’t want to sweat my clothes off.”
He raised his eyebrows and she quickly placed a hand over his mouth. “Not,” she giggled, “a word.”
A figure on the walkway high above them caught her eye. For most, it wouldn’t have been immediately discernible; Kel had long since memorized everything about him. She knew it was him by the way he draped his sinewy arms over the rail, the way he held his broad shoulders. Like a griffin-fletched arrow, his eyes could pierce her straight through the heart. For a moment, she was taken back to a time where she tasted leather and man, and those eyes that pierced her so unreadably now were just dark depths in which she could drown.
“Kel?”
“What?”
“Where’d you go?”
Merric was looking at her with a puzzled smile. Kel glanced at the walkway again, but Wyldon was nowhere to be seen.
“Nowhere,” she said, turning back to him. “I think a September wedding would be best.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!