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Submitted to Contest #105
"You sure this is gonna work?" Jesse asks uneasily, toying with the patch covering the emptiness where his left eye used to be. Hanzo slaps his hand away and adjusts it back into place. "No." "Yer confidence is so inspiring," Jesse mutters. Hanzo doesn't reply, striking a match to light the pair of incense sticks on the low table between them. The scent of burning wood drifts into warm sage, filling up the small space quickly. "That really necessary?" "You are incapable of relaxing on your own," Hanzo points out bluntly, flicking...
Submitted to Contest #76
"-hear me?? Jason!" "Fuckin' hell; my ears... Adam? That you?" "Oh thank heavens... Have you any idea how long you've been out of contact, Jay? We were getting worried!" "Aww, you were worried about me?" "I wasn't- That is- It wasn't me; it was the others." "Too bad... Would've liked to get that confirmation finally." "Jay? What was that crackling sound? Are you alright?" "Oh, oops. Gimme a sec, babe." "Oh Lord in heaven; Jay!" "Sorry, sorry! Better?" "Better. What in God's name was that horrendous screech?" "Just a lit...
Submitted to Contest #73
"We should do a green card wedding." Lucio just about chokes on his drink; he spits half of it out ― fortunately back into his cup rather than his computer ― and barely manages to swallow the rest. "Say what now?" "We should get married so I get a green card," Hana says, just as casually the second time around. "Hana, I'm not even an American citizen," Lucio reminds, wiping his chin. "Would it give us both citizenship or whatever if we got married in the states?" Hana muses, tipping her head back to look at him upside down. "I do...
Submitted to Contest #65
"I'm here, Jesse." Hanzo's figure is merely a darker shade of night, highlighted by the dim glow of the clear, moonless velvet sky. He stands lonely, surrounded by the empty grass lot pockmarked with small stone markers. His voice is soft, broken, hardly daring to break the spell of the night, and Jesse's heart breaks as he speaks again, no more than a whisper. "If what you said is true... If the veil between worlds is truly at its thinnest tonight... Please. Come back to me." "Oh, darlin'," Jesse breathes, aching for his lover, his belove...
Submitted to Contest #31
4:50 PMWhat time is it? Damn; ten more minutes. Can't wait to get the hell out of here... I'll bet Hanzo is glad it's almost time to go home. Too bad Jesse's still on that business trip; Hanzo's suffocating without him. How long has it been? Two minutes; Jesus Christ. Hurry up, Time; I want to go home before my ass of a boss decides it's worth overtime pay to keep me busy. Thank God it's the weekend..."Hey, Genji!"Oh, it's Mei. Geez; don't scare me like that, woman..."Hi, Mei. Need something?""I'm here for that report?"Report? Wait, what rep...
The sizzling pop of meat cooking is a siren call crooning at Hanzo the moment he steps through the door, and the heady scent of beef and spices and something else ― rice? ― cracks the cold shell of apathy around him to envelope him in a cloud of mouthwatering warmth."I'm home," he calls, curiosity piqued."Welcome home!" He melts a little inside at the deep, cheerful response from the kitchen; only one person with a key to his apartment has that delicious Southern drawl, and as always, it brings a smile to his face while he toes out of his bo...
Submitted to Contest #30
It's too bright. The sun shouldn't be shining. Not today. My ears ring with the raucous cries of birds outside my window, the too-loud buzzing hum of the refrigerator; the nearly imperceptible whine of the fluorescent lights above is grating, sets my teeth on edge like claws on a chalkboard, but worse.She's so soft... Every time I reach for her, my fingers sink into the cloudy tufts of burnished bronze and burnt gold. She's still warm, too. Warmer than she should be. My throat tightens and I draw my hand back, struggling not to let the burn ...
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