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First Writing Challenge!!

A relatively rule-less one. Just center it on the theme or idea of "a breath away." It can be fiction, non-fiction, fanfiction, poetry, song lyrics...whatever you choose. :D Good luck! You have til Saturday to finish!


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Jan. 3rd, 2007 03:39 pm (UTC)

Been waiting for this bad boy...

Good luck everybody! :D
Jan. 3rd, 2007 10:54 pm (UTC)
*eep* "A breath away", huh?

Yeah, I can work with that. ;)
Jan. 4th, 2007 06:45 pm (UTC)
DISCLAIMERS: I do not own the boys.. wouldn't mind it though ;)
WARNINGS: Death; Rated R; Angst
CHARACTERS: Supernatural based, Dean and hints of Sammy. :)
FEEDBACK: <3ed. :P

His Life

Falling. Over and over. The same constant motion of slipping into an unknown darkness. That was Dean's life.

This was his death.


His car, his beautiful, '67 Impala was worth more then money could ever buy him, but today, well today, Dean didn't give a damn. It was a car, no more - no less. Sure, he loved the way it sounded, the way it owned any road spanning the vastness of the states, but his mind was lost, his soul a blackened memory of a once pure life.

He knew of this. "This," being the Angel of Death that had been stalking him for some time, but that he gave no care for either. Today, he just missed his brother. Sam. Sam Winchester, the same Sammy who would follow him through the gates of hell if called upon. This same man who died for him. And for what?

That thought compared with the truth of what his father had done for him, had finally become too much for Dean, and today that guilt would forever rid itself from his mind. This day he decided to give up running, succumb to this ill gifted spirit and end all. All the terrors that have haunted him, all the heartache that plagued him. Everything.

He wanted out. He needed out. His body survived more accidents, incidents and bruises that any human being should, but after today there would be no more. In this moment - his last to be exact - Dean Winchester was letting go.

It was his final farewell, his last will and testament and all the ends of the earth combined that made him do this. But it was right, and it was his decision to make.

Listening to his tunes while staring out at the empty road ahead of him, Dean lowered his head to find the shotgun lying in his lap. He had just cleaned this, his favorite weapon of choice, for today it would bring him what he'd always wanted to know: An answer to all those victims that had been on the other end of said tool.

Tilting his head up to face the sunset for this, his last moment, a single tear slid slowly down his rough face, but he did nothing to wipe it away. He never wanted an end like this, never wanted to cower out of life, but there was nothing left for him here. His decision, this decision was made out of guilt, and he knew it. He didn't deserve to meet his lost family in that heavenly afterlife, so he chose the latter route and wished his loved ones goodbye.

One by one he slowly and quietly said his affections, his dammed words of love and regret to the three people he cared for most, and then it was time. Shaking gently, not for out of fear or hesitation, but knowing this would make him alone for all eternity, Dean lifted the shotgun to his heart and closed his eyes.

'One breath away from you..' he said inwardly, not fully understanding why, but it seemed right, and then he pulled the trigger.

This, this was Dean Winchester's life.
Jan. 4th, 2007 07:11 pm (UTC)
Gah, Jackie! Oh my God. *sobs* This was beautiful but so utterly heartbreaking. And very VERY Dean. Excellent job!
Jan. 8th, 2007 07:07 pm (UTC)
So I am way lax with my reply...but thankkkkk you! I didn't mean to break your heart, but this story just kinda happened (you know!).

Anyhoo.. *huggles* and thanks!
Jan. 4th, 2007 11:45 pm (UTC)
Lord, Jackie, this was depressing!! *cries*
... *whispers* Nice job. :p
Jan. 8th, 2007 07:08 pm (UTC)
Again....uber late with the reply reply, but alas, I am here! :D Thank youuuu! and I'll take your icon as a compliment ;)

hehe... *huggles* :P
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Jan. 8th, 2007 07:09 pm (UTC)
I'm late with my reply as well! Sowwy! Thank you for the comments.. and I am sorry it was so sad... I have a tendency to write very dark material - which is weird, because I am usually a happy person!

*hugs!* Thanks for the feedback! :D
Jan. 4th, 2007 11:45 pm (UTC)
Fic Challenge Complete
Title: The First Time Sam Kissed Chloe
Author: muses_circle
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Pairing: Chloe/Sam
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything, except the ability to borrow these characters to play with them. *grins*

Her lips were a breath away from his. One turn, and they would meet: mouths melding, voiceless whispers joining, hands touching faces. Sam Winchester’s body froze in apprehension, for surely, if he turned his head and kissed her, she would slap his face or reject him somehow.

He and Chloe Sullivan had spent the day together, buried up to their elbows in research. Seemed to be the only thing they ever did when they were in the same room, even though he’d always wondered if there could ever be something… more. This time they were digging into the history of a house that seemed a “hot spot” for demonic activity – in Smallville, no less. She had been the one to call him this time, pleading for his help in finding the source of and destroying the evil that lurked in said house. Between pouring through dusty books and Googling the history of the house, they had gotten more information on it than probably necessary, but better to be safe than sorry, right?

So when Sam found himself sitting at his laptop, Chloe leaning over his shoulder to read about the original owners of the house, her breath gentle and soft against his cheek, he tried not to notice. Attempted to pay attention to the task at hand. Wanted to hear her comments about how they would need lots of rock salt to keep these spirits at bay while they exorcised them.

All Sam wanted, though, was his lips covering hers and hearing her soft sigh of acceptance.

Even as he put a hand on her cheek, making her stop speaking and turn those deep emerald eyes to him, Sam knew he’d get hell from Dean when he found out. His older brother somehow always knew when he developed feelings for a woman: this time there would only be a smile on Sam’s lips at the jabs, insinuations, and comments.

Turning her face to his, his hands cupped her cheeks gently as their breaths mingled and lips met. Hesitant at first, soft and tender. Then came Chloe’s response: her soft sigh that made his unruly hair ruffle gently. Their lips met again, this time his need a little more confidant. Again, the acceptance as her mouth opened at his request. Tongues met and kisses deepened.

When Sam’s lips left hers, Chloe’s upturned in a slight, knowing smile. “What was that?” she whispered, a hint of amusement behind her relieved surprise.

He smiled slowly, savoring the moment. “You being only a breath away.” Brown met green and saw the spark of acknowledgement. There was no going back, he mused, his lips spreading into a flirtatious grin.

Her mouth, twisted in a giddy grin, leaned into his again. “’Bout time,” she replied, their mouths meeting again and the research forgotten. Her hands stroking his cheeks as she kissed him back.

No rejection or face-slapping. Only the realization that they liked each other… which was good enough for Sam.
Jan. 5th, 2007 12:29 am (UTC)
Re: Fic Challenge Complete

OOO....I loved this Chlam! :D So sweet and innocent...while on a job. :)

Very nicely done! ;)
Jan. 7th, 2007 10:29 pm (UTC)
Re: Fic Challenge Complete
*giggles* Thank you, Jackie! I'm glad you liked it!
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Jan. 7th, 2007 10:33 pm (UTC)
Re: Fic Challenge Complete
Whoa... really? :O Thank you so much for that compliment!!
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Jan. 5th, 2007 08:11 pm (UTC)
Fic Challenge Completed
Wings of a Dove
By: Angela Williams

Looking back, it seems like it was raining as the pastor said the Lord's Prayer over the flower-covered casket. I know it wasn't--I have vague impressions of sunshine and a warm breeze when I think of that day. But our memories tend to become tainted by our emotions.

Everyone around me was crying--so many tears that it felt like rain. I remember standing still, silent.

I dont remember hearing the man's words. In all honesty I wasn't even paying attention. He never knew her. I knew her.

She was flower garden quilts and cheese toastie lunches, angel food cake birthdays and trips to Hawaii. Gentle but strict, toothy smiles and family photos. Warmth and securty and inspiration woven into the carefully hand-sewn petals on blankets.

She was faith and strength in the quiet vegetable gardens, never harmed or touched by the early morning frosts. Never faltering or wavering despite the violent autumn storms.

I didn't allow myself the solace of tears until the doves took flight. It was the only real representation of her that rang true and touched a place inside me I don't often allow to be reached.

Their gentle wings beat high against the blue sky, against the sun, until they had disappeared from view. Only a breath away to where she was.
Jan. 5th, 2007 09:16 pm (UTC)
Re: Fic Challenge Completed

Angie, that was beautiful. I am going to guess this was a mirror of your emotions/memories on the day your grandmother wa laid to rest, and I am so very sorry. I loves you hon, and will always be there for you...with tissues or a picture of the boys (perhaps both..).

Seriously... *hugs*
Jan. 5th, 2007 09:21 pm (UTC)
Re: Fic Challenge Completed
Thanks, Jackie. And you guessed correctly. I love you too. :) *hugs*
Jan. 5th, 2007 10:43 pm (UTC)
Re: Fic Challenge Completed
I didn't allow myself the solace of tears until the doves took flight. It was the only real representation of her that rang true and touched a place inside me I don't often allow to be reached.

Oh, there's something about this line that just hit the heart and soul. Maybe it's the image of the doves flying. Beautifully written, Ang. I'm glad you wrote this.
Jan. 8th, 2007 06:24 pm (UTC)
Re: Fic Challenge Completed
Thanks, Katie. :)
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Jan. 8th, 2007 06:22 pm (UTC)
Re: Fic Challenge Completed
Thanks, Sweetie :) *hugs*
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