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High and Dry Radiohead Challenge

My favorite line from any song is, "All your insides fall to pieces, and you'll just sit there wishing you could still make love." The challenge is to use this line as your inspiration. One ficlet. No mature entries, unless you can't help it. This Challenge will be judged by Chakatreatmentsinthehouse on July 31st. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NCPDiEz-GcE

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Challengers

9 entries
  1. Young Gods

    Author: Eloquent Mess {(LoA)}

    “Let’s begin.” The teacher paced before her class, explaining How To Be A God and Proper Creation Of The Universe. They’d already progressed to making their…

    Jul 28, 2009 · Ficly archive (26)

  2. Friends with Benefits

    Author: April Raines

    I’d agreed when he suggested we be friends with benefits. He was my best friend, and it was easier than the hassle of dating; safer, too as we both knew each…

    Jul 28, 2009 · Ficly archive

  3. At the End

    Author: Aurelia

    We locked eyes across the room. I could see terror in hers, and it made me ache. I hoped she’d see the calm in mine, the resignation. I hoped it would give her…

    Jul 23, 2009 · Ficly archive (8)

  4. Breakfast.

    Author: Marli

    My hands are full of bread dough. The cake for the school fair has flopped. The door bell is ringing, and number 2 child has just chucked up. You are looking…

    Jul 19, 2009 · Ficly archive (5)

  5. Pain

    Author: Brebelles {LoA}

    You sit on the edge of the bed, Wishing she wasn’t dead, You close your eyes, As all your insides fall to pieces, and you’ll just sit there wishing you could…

    Jul 19, 2009 · Ficly archive (12)

  6. Crushed (radiohead challenge)

    Author: ElshaHawk (LoA)

    Look at her, walking around with no idea she makes your heart melt. Her hair flutters in the breeze, her skirt caresses perfect curves and her blouse puckers…

    Jul 18, 2009 · Ficly archive (4)

  7. "The Oracle"

    Author: ALRO613 (LoA)

    Terror. Helplessness. Blind-folded. Pain. And then a pin-prick in his arm. His throat let out a gurgling scream; primal in nature, almost inhuman. *”Whaddya…

    Jul 16, 2009 · Ficly archive (5)