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[12 Jun 2016|11:18pm]

[ mood | nostalgic ]

Couldn't hurt to post something here to keep the community available for those late night strolls down memory lane, so while I doubt anyone will respond ... how about a 'challenge' for old times sake?

Challenge: Pondering the Past

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So that this community does not vanish [15 Jul 2010|01:15am]

This post is being made to keep LJ from purging this community.
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[10 Dec 2008|08:03pm]

Lex has never liked snow; it's always delaying his flights and dirtying his cars.

But as he and Clark cross a silent Smallville street, snow starts to fall and suddenly chokes the crisp, black night like soft static. Streetlights create tiny halos around every flake as they float ethereally. They fall in Clark's hair and on his upturned face.

When Clark turns to him, smiling and streaked with tear-like trails, Lex is struck dumb with the perfection of this moment. Clark sticks out his tongue to catch errant flakes and Lex and thinks maybe snow isn't so bad after all.
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[09 Dec 2008|05:50am]


Ok, this place is too dead so it's prompt time!

I declare this week's theme to be: Seasons! Spring, summer, autumn, or winter, your choice!

So quit cramming for finals or shopping for the holidays and write 100 words of awesomeness!

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The Gift [08 Oct 2008|10:37pm]

Note: I'm just coming up with this one w/o prompt, because I didn't see one.

Jor-El looked on stonily, holding his tearful wife. "Lara, we must do this."

"I know it's his only chance, but he's my son. I'm losing him either way."

"We have to send him. Our world is about to be destroyed, and we can't deny the universe this gift."

They both stared down at their son, Kal-El, lying naked in the cradle/spaceship. He had been born with the sparnak, the sign of greatness, the sign of leadership, of power, of superpower even -- a large penis.

"Our boy, my little Kal, is going to make some bald billionaire very happy."
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If You Can't Be With The One You Love ... [03 Oct 2008|03:53pm]

[ mood | accomplished ]

Mercy stood by the door, eyes constantly moving around the room, alert for any threat. She tried to ignore the sounds coming from deep within the gloom, just as she ignored anything else that didn’t pertain to keeping the Boss healthy.

She resolutely didn’t see how the Boss pumped hard into women kneeling before him. Didn’t smell the woman’s juices as they flowed freely down her legs. And definitely felt no pain within as the two came loudly and collapsed.

After all, Hope didn’t know that Mercy loved her with a sick passion—and tomorrow night it would be Hope’s turn to guard the door.

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Blacklisted [01 Oct 2008|06:44pm]

Clark's calls used to go to voice-mail, but now they're preempted by a harsh, triadic tone.

His emails come back, undelivered, citing 'system error' or 'unknown address'.

Still unwilling to risk it all, he's tried just walking in at a normal pace. He made it to reception once, before being escorted out by security. Now, the doormen know his face and stop him on sight.

So Clark writes letters. He's sent one nearly every day for a year. He doesn't worry about licking the stamp.

At the Luthorcorp penthouse, Lex reads each letter, sometimes twice.

After that, he burns them.

For redeem147's unrequited prompt.
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Challenge Closed [26 Sep 2008|12:15pm]

Well now we know that at least 6 or 7 people still visit this community LOL!

Thanks to those who post and responded. Maybe with your help we can breathe some life back ... and since there does not seem to be any "moderators" actively "monitoring" anymore, I think I'll just be my usual bossy self and say that for next week, the challenge should be put up by the one who first posted to this challenge (other than myself):


Tag, you're it!

Wedneday 100 Challenge: Loss of a Pet.. [26 Sep 2008|04:28am]

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Another Straw ... [24 Sep 2008|12:34pm]

[ mood | depressed ]

What was a boy to do when his best friend died?

Couldn’t cry, that was what girls did. Couldn’t run to his Mother and crawl in to her lap, letting her embrace soothe his despair, that was weak. For babies.

But oh how he wanted to do both. To be held, to cry his eyes out. He’d have to be really stupid (and brave) to give Father that much ammunition, though. Might have been worth it in this case, if only--

If only the drunk whore he used to call his Mother hadn’t been the one to run Flopsy over.

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A/N: ... I hope it isn't so vague that you don't know who's POV this is from ...

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Testing .... [24 Sep 2008|12:08pm]

[ mood | determined ]

Testing to see if anyone still visits ... if so, your mission, should you choose to accept it, is:

Dealing with the loss of a pet

This message will self destruct in 10 seconds (a.k.a. challenge will close in 24 hours).

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... (can't think of a title, suggestions welcome) ... [05 Jun 2008|12:19am]

The official companion biographies of Clark Kent and Lex Luthor, Under a Yellow Sun and For Whom The Sun Shines, were arguably the highest selling books of the 21st Century, beating out by a wide margin previous hits like Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings.

To find out why they were so popular, this reporter worked in conjunction with Amazon and Random House to poll buyers across the globe. Of the more than 2 billion participants (yes, over 2 BILLION!) who purchased and later voted, a whopping 72% cited the following as the main reason they purchased the volumes.

To find out who topped.
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The Mad Millionaire [29 May 2008|03:43pm]


Clark read the passage again unbelievingly. "This says that you don't have hair anywhere!"

"Maybe you should stop shaving me, to prove them wrong?" 

Clark threw the book down to the bedside. " I like you that way and the itching would drive you crazy. Guess talking to Chloe and Lois had been a dumb idea." He glared at the picture of the cousins that graced the unauthorized biography. 

Lex slipped into bed next to Clark. "The angry sex, however…" Lex recalled how he'd taken Clark that night in a fury.

 “Are you mad now?” Clark asked hopefully.





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i taste just like candy... [21 May 2008|02:14am]

Martha swept a critical eye over her mirror image and nodded, tugged the neckline down a bit. She stood, took her wrap from the back of her vanity chair, and took another look. Not bad. No spring chicken, but heck-- not bad.

Moving to the Capital had meant changes—it was thrilling to be turning over a new page in this stage of her life…and speaking of page…she slipped condoms and a flavored lube in her little bag. She winked at her smiling self in the mirror. Being Senator Kent had its perks and privileges, why not enjoy them all?
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Sugar Daddy [21 May 2008|01:48am]

Raisinets. Popcorn, Milk Duds, Mike & Ikes…all perfectly decent movie food. But nooo….

Lex glanced at the screen; back at his friend glowing in the blue light…working that Sugar Daddy like it was the best thing ever to pass his lips. Gaaaaaaawwd. Why? What did he do to deserve torture like this?

Stuff was blowing up on screen, doom was raining down with gay abandon…and speaking of…abandon, Clark was licking the damn thing now. For God's—just eat it! Finish it, shit!

"Did you say something Lex?"

"Me? No—enjoying the movie?"

Clark grinned around the Sugar Daddy. "Oh yeah."
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