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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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Prompt for the week [01 Oct 2008|05:29pm]

Hi all. Sorry I'm late with the prompt (though it is still Wednesday) but I didn't have time this morning before work.

The prompt is 'unrequited'. Go forth and drabble.
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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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Pet drabble [24 Sep 2008|04:09pm]

Clark patted the back of the shovel on the mound of earth. He had taken it slowly, each shovelful carefully removed and even more slowly replaced. A best friend deserved no less.

He felt as though his last tie to the farm had been broken. That nothing remained there for him but the memories.

He knelt down beside the grave. Nothing, no power, super or not, could hold back time. He brushed a tear from his eye.

He took the slab of slate and burned the name into the rock, laying it at the head of the grave.

“Goodbye, Shelby.”
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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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subject idea [23 Jun 2008|08:59pm]

Imaginary creatures like unicorn, basilisk, hydra, etc.

or Hallucinations
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subject [09 Jun 2008|10:46pm]

Presidential campaigns
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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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this week's subject [25 May 2008|11:27pm]

OK, how about biographies? What I mean by that is what would one character write about the other if they were writing an unauthorized biography like future!Clark writing a book about Lex Luthor or future!Chloe writing a book about Superman or Lex writing a scathing book about Ollie or Lois.
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[21 May 2008|04:41pm]

“A quarterback of a professional football team is like being a rock star,” said Whitney as he sat down for the interview. “A lot of people expect you to shower gold on them.”

“Keep in touch with anybody from Smallville?” Chloe said.

“Just my mom.”

“I met Lana a while back. She’s been asking about you.”

“Off the record?”


“Not surprised. I think she’s looking for another sugar daddy after that billionaire dumped her after catching her sleeping with the chauffeur and managed to keep all his money. It’s hard to go back to Target after you’ve had Gucci.”
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[21 May 2008|03:58pm]

There was a time when she didn’t have to pay for someone’s attention. There was a time when she wanted the bitter truth instead of craving honey-coated lies like “I love you.”

But she wasn’t as beautiful as she used to be and people had a lot less patience than they used to. What she did have was cold hard cash and at least she was getting her needs met.

She turned to the dark-haired green-eyed man in swim trunks smiling at her. “Carl!” she snapped.

“My name’s Kevin.”

“Does it really matter?” Lana said before throwing back a Cosmopolitan.
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"Of the Father" [21 May 2008|03:44pm]

[ mood | devious ]

“Lionel! What brings you back to Suicide Slums, old friend?”

“It’s my son,” Lionel said irritably. “Last night he came home at an ungodly hour, hopped up on some designer drug and reeking of sex. When I demanded to know where he’d been and with whom, he told me flat-out that he’d found someone who could give him all the love and attention he never got at home.”

“I see… So, whaddaya want me to do?”

“Find and kill whoever’s fucking my son,” Lionel said, eyes glinting with conviction. “Because I'm the only man Lex is allowed to call ‘Daddy.’”

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"Never Enough" [21 May 2008|03:11pm]

Lana always had someone watching out for her, taking care of her needs. She likes belonging to someone, even has a sweet tooth for it.

All the while, she’s in control. As a child, she learned how to get what she wanted by playing the damsel in distress. The world was one big sugar daddy waiting to pamper and spoil her until she grew bored, played the martyr card and moved on. Because no one could ever give her everything she needed. Not the all-star quarterback, the football coach, nor the local billionaire.

Not even a superman like Clark Kent.
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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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"Sweets for the Sweet" [21 May 2008|12:57am]

[ mood | mellow ]

“Something troubling you, Clark?” Lex asked, genuinely concerned the moment he saw the look of consternation on the young man’s handsome face.

Clark seemed to struggle internally for a moment. Finally, he sighed and blurted, “People say the only reason we’re together is because you spend money on me. They say you’re my ‘sugar daddy.’”

“Sugar Daddy?” Lex echoed, amused. At Clark’s morose nod, Lex took the farm boy’s big hands and drew them around his waist. “Well, what can I say? When it comes to you, I’ve always been a sucker.” He smiled slyly. “An all-day sucker, that is.”

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"Kept" [20 May 2008|11:46pm]

[ mood | good ]

Heads turned when they walked into the club, hungry stares taking in the older man’s possessive arm wrapped around his companion’s shoulders. Finding a secluded niche in the back, the sultan held court with his sycophantic admirers. He distributed nose candy and other treats at his leisure but saved the best for his barely-legal concubine, who perched beside him with a certain feline grace.

“Another drink, Mr. Edge?” asked a waitress.

“No, thanks.” He pulled his boy-toy closer. “How about you, Alexander?”

Lex slid his hand inside Morgan Edge’s open shirt. “I’ve got everything I need,” he purred, “right here.”

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