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[info]crawlingwidiot
6/18/11 01:10 am
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the table;

001 Whipped Cream. 002 Peaceful. 003 First. 004 Last. 005 Coffee.
006 Pirates. 007 Rose. 008 Hide and Seek. 009 Code. 010 Ring.
011 Chocolate. 012 Cookie. 013 Cake. 014 Candy. 015 Ice Cream.
016 Storytime. 017 Hell. 018 Frame. 019 Dust. 020 Erection.
021 Shadows. 022 Sword. 023 New Year. 024 Sunset. 025 Dawn.
026 First Sight. 027 First Kiss. 028 First Date. 029 Beginning. 030 End.
031 Quest. 032 Rainbow. 033 Love. 034 Lust. 035 Travel.
036 Dark Alley. 037 Genetics. 038 Jump Rope. 039 Body. 040 Poker.
041 Money. 042 Poetry. 043 Cigarettes. 044 Arrest. 045 Drown.
046 Dare. 047 Werewolf. 048 Vampire. 049 Monster. 050 Valentine.
051 Knife. 052 Ball. 053 Pillow Fight. 054 Disappearance. 055 Law.
056 Horse. 057 Hat. 058 Moonlight. 059 Scream. 060 Kinky.
061 Silk. 062 Priest. 063 Firelight. 064 Map. 065 Toys.
066 Drag. 067 Tattoo. 068 Candlelight. 069 Blindfold. 070 Piercing.
071 Touch. 072 Taste. 073 Smell. 074 Sight. 075 Hearing.
076 Ritual. 077 Computer. 078 Bondage. 079 One Night Stand. 080 Mirror.
081 Dance. 082 Secret. 083 War. 084 Moon. 085 Sun.
086 Stars. 087 Fire. 088 Earth. 089 Water. 090 Air.
091 Exotic. 092 Innocent. 093 Grudge. 094 Evil. 095 Perfect.
096 Promise. 097 Forever. 098 Duel. 099 Reservation. 100 Campfire.

101 Gloves. 102 Woods. 103 Angry. 104 Watching the Clock. 105 Glory.
106 Sleeping In. 107 Awake. 108 Claim. 109 Pet. 110 Gift.
111 Winter. 112 Spring. 113 Autumn. 114 Summer. 115 Change.
116 Gold. 117 Silver. 118 White. 119 Black. 120 Red.
121 Green. 122 Blue. 123 Purple. 124 Yellow. 125 Pink.
126 Paint. 127 Blind. 128 Deaf. 129 Mute. 130 Mountains.
131 Work. 132 Alone. 133 Babble. 134 Content. 135 Devious.
136 Hairbrush. 137 Incense. 138 Leather. 139 Eternity. 140 Afterlife.
141 Wish. 142 Storm. 143 Candles. 144 Miracle. 145 Slut.
146 Future. 147 Masturbate. 148 Ecstasy. 149 Chart. 150 Patience.
151 Safe. 152 Superpowers. 153 Nightmare. 154 Dream. 155 Accident.
156 Escape. 157 Victim. 158 Oil. 159 Beach. 160 Snowed In.
161 Diamond. 162 Heart. 163 Spade. 164 Club. 165 Joker.
166 Sick. 167 Belief. 168 Deception. 169 Teddy Bear. 170 Imagination.
171 Kitten. 172 Christmas. 173 Virgin. 174 Lost. 175 Found.
176 Exploration. 177 Costumes. 178 Puppy. 179 Balance. 180 Energetic.
181 Cranky. 182 Fight. 183 Nature. 184 Exhausted. 185 Embarrassed.
186 Intimidated. 187 Confused. 188 Frustrated. 189 Nostalgic. 190 Hot.
191 Snow. 192 Rain. 193 Anonymous. 194 Playful. 195 Cold.
196 Sky. 197 Freedom. 198 Thankful. 199 Vulnerable. 200 Ghost.

201 Naughty. 202 Need. 203 Justice. 204 Riddle. 205 Flight.
206 Curse. 207 Champagne. 208 Ice Cube. 209 Beans. 210 Jail.
211 Wolf. 212 Hawk. 213 Whiskey. 214 Beer. 215 Wine.
216 Clue. 217 Blackmail. 218 Slow. 219 School. 220 Haunting.
221 Court. 222 Trade. 223 Heartache. 224 Stolen Moments. 225 Betrayal.
226 Spy. 227 Vodka. 228 Imagination. 229 Balloons. 230 Daydream.
231 Sleepover. 232 Book. 233 Lovers. 234 Strangers. 235 Friends.
236 Blood. 237 Burn. 238 Slow. 239 Family. 240 Enemies.
241 Broken. 242 Murder. 243 Reunited. 244 Fur. 245 Castle.
246 Battle. 247 Picnic. 248 Wedding. 249 Forbidden. 250 Rebellion.
251 Letter. 252 Forgiveness. 253 Gag. 254 Dancing. 255 Kidnap.
256 Surprise. 257 Desert. 258 Suspect. 259 Birth. 260 Death.
261 Choice. 262 Silence. 263 Pounce. 264 Interest. 265 Discovery.
266 Dinner. 267 Music. 268 Temper. 269 Decisions. 270 Giggly.
271 Skating. 272 Midnight. 273 Fireflies. 274 Pain. 275 Dark.
276 Hours. 277 Days. 278 Weeks. 279 Months. 280 Years.
281 Interrogation. 282 Poison. 283 Adultery. 284 Conspiracy. 285 Youth.
286 Big. 287 Small. 288 Round. 289 Beaten. 290 Practice.
291Space. 292 Cemetery. 293 Amused. 294 Razor. 295 Cuddle.
296 Drunk. 297 Greed. 298 Revenge. 299 Research. 300 Good Intentions.
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  • 54: Disappearance. [6 word story]

    [info]crawlingwidiot
    6/18/11 03:21 am (UTC)
    Creating them had been a mistake.

    • 54: Disappearance. [long version]

      [info]crawlingwidiot
      6/18/11 03:40 am (UTC)
      Creating them had been a mistake. Niels had never intended for the world of Mikael and Lisbeth and Harriet to become a real one; he had not intended for them to be mass-marketed for public consumption and yet he had allowed it and therefore was now allowed to regret the decision of bringing them to life in the first place. It was just a story inside of his head, after all, one of many, and yet the disappearance of Harriet Vanger had lit up the world. It was the books at first, which really meant nothing at all, but then there had been a film and suddenly he had become some sort of sick, quazi-celebrity at home and now there was this. The English Version. The International Version. The one with the Hollywood budget, and hollywood casting and hollywood distribution. Niels was used to seeing his creations come to life on the big screen, but this was different. This was too personal, and for the first time in his decade or so involvement with the film industry, he had slunk off and skipped any and all screenings of the movie before it was released. Maybe he would get lucky, be able to skip the premiers. Knowing himself, though, Niels doubted it.

      The tickets sat on his bedside table, next to the atomic clock that Astrid had bought him the Christmas past. It didn't work properly; a large-faced thing too big for the room, it had been bought so that he could see the numbers at night without straining, and so that he could see the temperature outside before he even got out of bed. As it were, however, the light on the clock didn't work (or he simply couldn't figure out how to make it work) and the temperature gauged the heat or lack thereof within the room. It was hardly practical at all, and yet he kept it even as he used his iPhone for an alarm because that was what fathers did, or what Niels felt fathers did. It was the same reason he kept the tickets, perhaps even the same reason he kept the tickets tucked beneath the clock's plastic base. 28.2 degrees, the face read when he lifted up his phone and illuminated both screen and tickets. He had yet to change his fitted bedsheets from winter and now the flannel beneath him felt as though it was giving off heat whilst the cotton summer sheet he had managed to throw over top felt utterly restricting.

      28.2 degrees on a clock he couldn't even read. He stared into nothing for a moment, contemplating the irony as his sad little bedside fan did its best impression of a tropical breeze. Niels shifted, wincing as the tension in his back manifested itself in a sharp pain running from shoulder blades to base of the skull. 28.2 degrees still, and not even dreaming of dropping to something more reasonable. The tickets glinted in the glare of his phone's light and the sliver of moon that sliced through the small window next to the bed. He hated those tickets. He hated Mikael and Lisbeth, both mostly he hated the disappearance of Harriet Vanger and the way it had shifted his life from something familiar to something utterly isolating.

  • 43: Cigarettes [6 word start]

    [info]crawlingwidiot
    6/18/11 03:55 am (UTC)
    He just wants one more drag.

  • [info]connery
    6/18/11 10:26 am (UTC)
    45

    • 45: Drown [6 word start]

      [info]crawlingwidiot
      6/18/11 03:03 pm (UTC)
      The ice didn't feel very thin.

    • (Anonymous)
      6/19/11 07:24 pm (UTC)
      The ice doesn’t feel very thin, but does it ever? Niels, sure of himself, takes another step onto the slippery surface, his feet splayed outward away from his centre so that he walks like a duck. He is used to walking on slippery; through mud, or on damp kitchen tile, or through the shower room in the sports centre, or on ice on a cold winter's morning, lugging himself to school through a cloud of condensed breath and steam from the sewers below and this is nothing new. He does not flail, nor does he slip around the way some of his friends do. He places his feet carefully without ever losing speed, sure of his footing even as he kicks the football. On the ice, the ball goes further and they use this to their advantage along with the clumsy running of the other team to make it into a messy, fast-paced game.

      Of course, none of the adults would ever allow such a thing, but that is why they say they are all at (name)'s, where (name)'s mother doesn't mind that they lie and sneak off and play football on the frozen fjord. To them, the worst that can happen is a broken bone, a split lip from falling onto the ice, or into one another. Neils lets his arms hang lose as he runs, so that they flop inadvertently and sometimes trip up the other boys. It's impossible to call it a red-card that way; intention is everything. It is because of this that he is alone within the first five minutes of the game, so ahead of the defenders that it hardly seems fair. His foot strikes the ball evenly, carefully so that it is kept well in front of him but is never truly out of his control. He'll make a great mid-fielder for Sweden one day, they say, and at the moment he can't help but place himself in the middle of the final game of the World Cup as he winds his leg back and lets the ball fly towards the lower right corner of the makeshift nets they've put up.

      The break, when it comes, is so instantaneously he doesn't know what hits him. One moment, he is leading Sweden into victory, the next he is back on the ice, or not back on the ice but in the ice, with the ice. His vision is blurred, and for a moment he can't help but to blink as though somehow he had just gotten something in his eyes but it isn't dirt or snow, it is water, and it is impossible to blink away because it is surrounding him. He claws upwards, a exemplary swimmer when trying but now just a mess of uncoordinated limbs as panic takes over. The pain doesn't hit, not yet. Later, there will be pins and needles but right now there is just fear as his hands push over his head and touch nothing but ice. Ice above him, beside him. He presses his mouth to it, to an air bubble and thinks about how ironic it is that Niels the great swimmer and future Mid Fielder will die here in the middle of a frozen fjord from drowning of all things. It is an odd thought for a nine year-old boy, but it will stick with him for the rest of his life, haunting him in his darkest hours. A boot comes through the ice, plunging water and chunks of ice into a flurry and Niels wonders if that's how God always comes to get the dead, but death isn't supposed to hurt like pins and needles and fire and anyway, it's just (name), breaking through the thin sheet of ice that has already formed over where he has fallen through. There is no God pulling him out, just a boy five years older than him, clasping Niels by the back of his coat and dragging him onto dry land.

  • [info]shortcake
    6/18/11 06:38 pm (UTC)
    150 Patience.

    • 150 Patience [6 word start]

      (Anonymous)
      6/19/11 07:08 pm (UTC)
      Sweat beads and falls in rivulets...

  • [info]cannibalism
    6/20/11 05:37 pm (UTC)
    211!

  • [info]gobsmacked
    6/21/11 09:43 pm (UTC)
    #192 rain
    #257 desert

  • [info]parklife
    6/23/11 01:21 pm (UTC)
    255
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