A Bedroom Farce"Well, I've had it!" Ziggy groused as he tossed away another lipstick that had been worn down to a sticky nub. "It's Scary Monster who's doing this, I just know it!"
"What makes you say that?" asked Sers, who had come into his room to borrow some hairspray.
"No one else here uses as much makeup as I do," Ziggy explained, "and I keep this room locked when I'm away. It would have to be someone with unnatural powers and a love of powders who'd manage to pinch my supplies!"
"Powers? Now, now, Ziggy, there's nothing that proves Scary Monster is an actual monster much less someone who can slip in and out of a room without being noticed. You're probably just so busy you're losing track of your supplies."
"I know I'm right! You can never trust a clown
" They were still arguing as they left, Ziggy locking the door behind him.
From beneath Ziggy's bed, there could be heard the crinkling of delicate fabrics. Scary Monster care
Valentine's DayThat morning, when Ziggy Stardust saw the shimmering quilt being unpacked in the common room, all bets appeared to be off.Valentine's Day4 years ago in Short Stories
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"This will look wonderful on my bed!" he cooed as he fingered the silver lame lace that edged the night-black satin quilt spangled with sequin stars, button moons, and velvet planets.
David heaved that particularly deep sigh that only Ziggy's antics brought out. "This isn't for you, Ziggy. The Astronettes may have sent it, but you're not the only one here with your eye on the stars."
"Well, whose is it then?" he asked with a pout.
"You'll see if you help us get it upstairs it's rather heavy."
Jealous but as ever unable to resist his curiosity, Ziggy helped David, Major Tom, and Pierrot carry it up to a particular bedroom...
"It's quite an accurate star chart," Major Tom whispered as they each took a corner of the quilt and slowly eased it onto the bed, not wanting to wake its weary occupant. "How long do you think it took the
The Obstacle CourseThe second big challenge of the competition was the obstacle course! Here's a recap of the action
The Obstacle Course3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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The wall of stardom was an imposing first obstacle. Even without his magic, Jareth scaled it nimbly and took an early lead followed closely by Monte, who apparently is used to being on the run, and Glass Spider, who certainly takes after his namesake! As for the others, Newton and Pierrot's light, slender bodies gave them an advantage in this challenge, while Sir Roland Moorecock and Vendice Partners proved a little
well, to be sensitive as possible, slower with regards to their physiques and came in last.
The moss garden leg literally kept the competitors on their toes. The Thin White Duke's anxiousness served him well, as he did not step on any of the mines. Lodger was nervy too, but though he did trigger a few mines he was not fazed by the explosions. As for Ziggy Stardust, who already had problems scali
Cooking with the DukeOne could almost see stink lines emanate from the Thin White Duke's creasing brow. He had so generously offered to make dinner for the other personae, had slaved all afternoon in the kitchen, and now here the personae sat, barely nibbling at the main course.Cooking with the Duke3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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His eyes flashed when they caught sight of Major Celliers chewing on the petals of a rose he had plucked from the centerpiece. "Found something more palatable than my stuffed red peppers, Major?"
"Oh, I wouldn't say more palatable," Celliers replied with his own eyes twinkling and his lips half-smiling. "But you've offered us no traditional scoop of sherbet between courses, and I have to cleanse my palate somehow."
"He has a point," said fellow military man Lieutenant Paul Von Przygodsky. "There is a certain sameness to your cooking. I mean, a salad of red peppers drizzled with red pepper vinaigrette followed by roasted red pepper soup followed by stuffed red peppers, with cand
Cable ConnectionThe walls vibrated heavily with techno beats, and the floor glimmered in crisscrossed patterns of purple, green, and red. Many people were moving their bodies in weird funky ways, trying to match their movements with that of the song.Cable Connection4 years ago in Fan Fiction
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But these were no ordinary people. They were androids, robots, metal-men, whatever you like to call it... Man's last great creation (gift) to the world before being wiped off the planet for good.
The robots had no idea why they were built, what their sole purpose was in life, so they educated themselves with old human films. They watch films that showed human cops, weddings, children, actors, musicians, etc.
So motivated by the films the robots attempted to pursue the "original" roles once held by mankind, and soon there were robot weddings and robot cops.
And robot segregation...
It wasn't necessary, no not at all, and it wasn't influenced by films... Well, maybe just a little... However, rules were posted to keep the two types of robots away from each o
SPN::Breaking -working title-The moment he'd felt his lips tremble, Castiel had, blessedly, turned his gaze to the floor, or the wall; anywhere away from him. But, it still wasn't enough to help Dean reel in his emotions, as if the Angel's presence itself prevented him from putting on his masks again, like he would have had it been Sam. It was an annoyance and a comfort all at the same time, and something inside of him gave a great shudder as the cracks began to appear, lacing his self-control with spider webs.SPN::Breaking -working title-3 years ago in Drama
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"Find someone else. It's not me." It was just one tear. That's all. One never hurt anyone, and it wasn't as if Cas understood the rule of Men Don't Cry anyway.
But then, the Angel spoke. The Angel spoke in that voice and that single trickle threatened to erupt into a great flood, one of more than just tears.
"Do you...want me to leave?" And it occurred to Dean, then, that Cas was only still there because he'd all but ordered
Crazy Boy"Where do you go at night, Alex?" Nick muttered, quite drunk and half asleep on Alex's shoulder.Crazy Boy8 years ago in General Fiction
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The tour van shuddered, lurching along a patch of bare, rocky road. They'd been driving along an endless stretch of desert for hours now. They'd all watched the sun set on the Nevada skyline, and then disappeared into their bunks, trying to catch sleep. Alex had been sitting on a sofa and gazing out the window for almost all of the trip. He'd blanked out almost completely. The band knew Alex's glazed-over moods well. He went into his own world quite often. Who didn't?
And sometime in the middle of the night, as Alex was about to retreat into his bunk, a very wasted Nick crawled over to the sofa, lifted himself onto it, and drooped onto Alex's shoulder. Alex wasn't very surprised. Nick did this more often than one would imagine. It was like Nick came to Alex for comfort and reassurance on the road. Much to Alex's dismay, however, this was often when Nick was too drunk to care. With a quiet "