Big Damn Table

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001.	Beginnings	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow	014.	Green	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

ETA: Just so I know what to head every fic up with...

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Title: Career Builder dot Com
Fandom: Kingdom Hospital
Characters: Antubis
Prompt: Death
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: No taxes. Just Death.
Author's Notes: I take no responsibility for the strange creature's actions. It's all King, baby. Unless it's Lars.

“I grant wishes, prayers, and dreams.”

He keeps rewriting his job description, like he’s not happy with it, except his moments of discontent are so rare that he could still count them on the fingers of a human hand. For a death god he’s actually pretty happy, even if the phrase ‘death god’ is probably inaccurate. The names change with the seasons. Or with the centuries. Or whenever he gets bored.

It’s like tweaking a resume. People never run into a shortage of death gods, since he’s been around longer than even he can remember. Changing form as easily as changing thought, and what does that really matter anyway?

“I make room. That’s all.”

People vacillate, always, in his reception. Sometimes they fight. Sometimes they give it up as a bad job. Sometimes they just figure (and he’s always proud of them for this) that it happens, like birth, his evil twin. People are born and people die and there isn’t even anything he can do about it, though he pretends otherwise. He’s just there to facilitate, really.

It’s not like he can’t kill when he wants to. He’s ripped hearts out, throats, entrails, brains, muscle, bone. After a while there are only so many body parts you can lose. And it’s not like he can’t sneak death up on a body in a variety of entertaining ways. But that’s all he is, a gate guardian. A vehicle. A bored security guard with a penchant for dirty tricks and the occasional quirk of loneliness.

“That thing is the gatekeeper. And I believe we see him as we do only because of a child’s misunderstanding.”

He’s gone through so many names. People change, and he changes with them. No skin off his nose. Well, sometimes. The last time he had been hanging around some kind of hermetic circle, people consuming more drugs than they should have and tossing about names that had more weight than they could have carried. It amused him, for a little while. It led him to the still-new world, and a little girl named Mary.

He smiles a little to himself. It’s good to have a friend. And while Mary knows his name she doesn’t know who he is, and he’s a little relieved by that. She thinks it’s her bell because she’s too young, too poor, too much on the wrong side of the world to know who ‘Anubis’ is.

“She does me a solid…”

He’s spent the past century and a half as a giant anteater relaxing in the arms of a little girl. Not very dignified by today’s standards, but he liked it. It was like a vacation. And it was good to have a friend.

“…you do her a solid.”

He likes to be scratched behind the ears. He rips the still-beating heart out of a fat man’s chest and eats the buzzing madness flies out of a mean man’s mind. He makes a growling sound that means contentment and lies down when the girl tells him to, feeling her arms close loosely around his neck. His tongue flickers out and licks up a stray crawling along the floor of the hospital. He closes his eyes and waits for the next scratch.

Antsolutely delicious.

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Title: See Me Feel Me
Fandom: Kingdom Hospital
Characters: Abel and Christa
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: Abel and Christa had been waiting for everything to fall into place.
Author's Notes:

Dr. Stegman called them feebs the first day he got there but he didn’t know what they knew. They only looked and sounded like they were simple which was what Dr. James called them because they weren’t really paying attention. Dr. Hook paid attention to them and saw that they always knew what was going on and what to bring and when to turn up and when to be away. There were secret reasons why they knew everything that was going on but mostly that had to do with the fact that they weren’t really paying attention. They were listening.

They didn’t listen to the same kinds of things that everyone else listened to. Everyone else, which meant all the people in the hospital who looked down at their papers or their shoes and kept rushing around with clipboards, listened to the beeping of the machines and the worried beating of their fearful hearts. They listened to the girl and her friend and both the girl and her friend told them secrets, sometimes one without the other. They were rarely one without the other, though. Like the two of them, the girl and her friend worked best as a team.

They spent most of their time in the basement or in other basement-type rooms and made sure that everything ran smoothly because if they let someone who wasn’t simple do it they’d only make a mess of things. They kept part of their mind on their work that was really as simple as they were and spent the rest of their attention on what was going on in the hospital. The important stuff, not the stuff everyone thought was important. Like the bad boy and the little girl and the bad doctor and the girl’s friend. And then, the artist.

When the artist came they were excited because they knew things would be different from now on. They knew things would be better and they knew he had come just in time because it wasn’t long now before the earth would shake hard enough to bring down the hospital. It was always shaking but it had only started to shake recently where people would notice and it was only recently that it had gotten dangerous. Something had to be done and the person who could help them do it had finally arrived. Things were really looking up in the Kingdom.

Of course it wasn’t going to be easy but they had known that for a while too. They had known that ever since the crazy doctor Stegman had turned up and Paul and the bad doctor had taken an interest in him. Paul was after Mary’s time and he wouldn’t want to be erased and they felt kind of sorry for him because he had fought to live the hardest. But they would have to be stopped. They had to be stopped for the good of the hospital and everyone in it and all the good that they would do.

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I have ankle weights, light free weights, and Alegria. And TSO. And KMFDM. I have new bras including one sports bra, to replace the bra that snapped in three places this morning thereby leaving me unbound which is a minor problem at my size, and we'll leave it at that. No, I tell a lie, it's a more annoying problem because they don't have many bras in my size. There. Now we'll leave it at that.

But I now have trim for a present I shall be sewing like mad tomorrow and the next day and weights for the lifting in order to get in shape and fit more nicely into my Slinky Dress for Maui and bras for everyday use (wasn't that a short story, Everyday Use?) and I really have no excuse not to be working out. Which, actually, I intend to go do. Right as soon as I finish this entry. And as soon as my body stops trying to kill me. Yay Ortho TriCyclinLo! Yay vitamins! Yay no more killer PMS of Doom! Well, not of Doom, 'cause that's a whole different set of letters. PDDMS? PDD? Something like that. Premenstrual DOOM Disorder. But. Still.

I also have to get new tires for the car. Fucking car. Why do they have to be so expensive? Why can't we all have teleporters? But that'll happen next paycheck, as it's annoying but not imminently necessary. They're not flat. They're just screwy. Fucking money. I don't have enough of it. I need more. Not too much more. I'd settle for a five hundred dollar windfall. Is it happening? No. Bollocks. But I'm not in dire straits either, so there's that. I have a roof over my head, food on my plate, a job, a car, clothes, heat, water. Internet. TV. The little luxuries. Three computers.

Um.

I should really, really get my other laptop screen fixed. Um.

I had something else and I couldn't remember it. I wrote fanfic today, not so much instead of working on the novel but as a prelude to it and then I had to keep an eye on the cookies and finish baking them and then I had to go to Wal-Mart. And then I had to go shower. So now I'm showered and I'm going to exercise a bit and then work on the novel. I worked on it a bit this morning. I had this really cool line to open the next chapter with. It finishes "...and everything went straight to hell." Because you know there's always that one point that seems innocuous at the time but, really, after that everything goes straight to hell. Hee. I like that line. Um. And a few more Ums for good measure. Cookies are evil when I'm trying to be good and get in shape.

Who the hell sees Titanic eight times in the theatre? Says the girl who couldn't stand the movie and didn't even make it all the way through once.

Yeah, I got nothing else, really. My hair's wet and it's making me shiver. These weights are frikkin huge, but then I have tiny wrists. Tiny ankles. A tiny body in general. A little less tiny than it used to be, but I'm just a small person. Um. And these weights are huge.

This has been a post of Um.