Rainbow Fiction

Name: Ardy
Piece/Story: Help Me Wrestle the Unseen/Blood Saint
Colors: Surgical Steel 7 (scrubs); Bone 19 ((im)mortality); Angel Cake 20 ( And even they may not look directly upon God)
Styles/Supplies: Graffiti (Surgical Steel and Bone for Summer of Whump)
Word Count: 1198
Ratings/Warnings: PG - language, death/afterlife is discussed; No standard warnings apply
Notes: I swear actual vampires show up in this story at some point.

“Hey, lady! You’re late.” Vidisha tried to look stern, pointing at the clock in our locker room.

“I’m sorry! I forgot my clothes!” It took me a frustrating number of tries to get my locker open. I threw my bag in and began changing rapidly.

She chuckled, her tone singsong with the much-used cliche. “You would forget your head if it weren’t attached.”

“I...” Everything screeched to a halt for a moment as I wracked my brain. The smirk I had ready for the retort that never materialized turned glum. “Yep.”

Vidisha stopped mid-air on her imaginary drum kit. “... That’s not exactly one of your signature ba-dum-swish moments.”

“Kind of having one of those days...” I walked over to the mirror as I dressed. The navy scrubs emblazoned with our college crest in gold were comfortable, if not exactly the most tailored things. The most professional pajamas known to humankind.

( And I am a fan of pajamas. And the cosmos. )

Name: Ardy
Piece/Story: The Swan and the Mermaids
Colors: Fire Opal 20 (destroy what you love/want most)
Styles/Supplies: Graffiti (Midsummer Night’s Dream prompt); Glitter (Pride); Glue
Word Count: 1248
Ratings/Warnings: PG; Warning: Drowning
Notes: What is the tag for one-shots? D:

Amara was the most beautiful princess of the land, a radiant jewel who made the palace glow and the people sigh. Not only was she beautiful in face, but everyone assumed she was beautiful at heart as well: she was deeply religious, with a pure mind devoted to transcendent splendors.

But she was very haughty because of her many beauties, and she begin to look down on other women when she went to the marketplace. Any who did not recognize the rareness of her natural grace and piety became objects of scorn--of course, this simply meant any who did not give in to her way.

( One day at the dress maker's... )

Name: Ardy
Piece/Story: The Average Annie Duskcrow/Working title Blood Saint
Colors: Fire Opal 11 (own personal war); Fever Red 2 (chronic); Surgical Steel 9 (IV)
Styles/Supplies: Graffiti
Word Count: 1640
Ratings/Warnings: PG - explicit description of bleeding, discussion of illness and death; No standard warnings apply (though if I’ve missed one, please tell me!)
Notes: This is a new voice for me, so I apologize if she’s a little rough or has a bit of emotional whiplash in the first few pieces. Hopefully she’ll solidify like a properly coagulating blood clot.  Edit: Thank you for the tags!

There were 1,446 dots in each panel above my head. Each panel had a width of 12 inches, and there were four columns of them between the two mint green curtains on either side of my cot. For privacy, the nurse had pulled the third curtain across the end of my space in the emergency room. I was in the limbo of triage, engulfed by the whims of a colorblind interior designer and the beeps, whines, screams, and murmuring medical jargon that was hospital drama.

( 4 columns and 4 rows is 16 panels of dots to distract me... )