For my next trick, I'll need a volunteer...

It seemed to eat away at the filigree of rust on the edge of the bed frame, so that was good. Every time she woke up in the darkened cell—no windows for fresh light or air—she concentrated on two things: Reminding herself who she was and why she was here, and getting out. For that last, she'd need some things.

She was killing time looking for weak spots and cracks in the walls and it still amused her that none of the corners added up to ninety degrees. It meant they were remembering other escapes, listening to the myths she'd spread. She was pushing at the worn-down spot on the furniture, again, when she heard someone coming down the hallway. Again, the disorienting harsh light shining in her eyes. Again the temptation to just rush her captors. But she still had bruises and burns from the first time, so better to wait for them to disappear and use the food they left.

They never remembered all she knew; what she was making from her meals could wear strong metal down to a fine edge. And with a bit of blood and the right words, she could bring down the tempest.
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This one is from unknownbinaries' prompts.

And that's the last one, for tonight. I am super tired, and need to go drink more water and go the fuck to bed.

Good night.

They sat waiting for a train that, as far as they knew, might never come. It was very Waiting for Godot, that way, and she turned to her to say something, and she giggled, and understood exactly what she meant. They sat holding hands on the terminal platform bench, listening to the sounds of the wind through the leaves across the track and they watched the progress of something small, fast, and green through the weeds growing through the railway ties. Their heads turned in unison as their four identical eyes tracked the lizard's progress up out of the tracks, over the platform, and onto the walls of the station.

They watched as it crawled over the protruding bits of bones, the chunks of clavicle and sternum accenting the marble-swirled concrete; the height of architectural fashion. It reached one of the broken stained-glass windows and disappeared with a noise like something very large slithering, shattering, ringing like chimes. The smell of acrid smoke and the rush of wind told them that (perhaps) a train was near, and so they stared at the tracks, their identical blonde hair billowing in the nowhere wind, and they waited.
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Tori Amos - [Yes, Anastasia]--- This flash fiction is for cailement, from her prompts.

There'll be one more, before midnight, and one more after it.

Didn't write a goddamn thing yesterday. Between errands and picking Rebekah up from the airport, and hanging out with her, all day, i didn't really have time. And then, after what I'm roundly writing off as the functional failure that was my hosting trivia, last night, I just didn't have it in me to do so.

Snake River Conspiracy - [Strangled]--- So, lots of writing, today. Hooray!

Or something. Whatever.

15 minutes until the Caffeine Mines.

“Hello?! Are you there?!" The line hissed and then the signal finally cut out.

He looked around the wreckage of the cockpit and weighed his options. Now that the fire was out, he wasn't actively losing oxygen, but he'd had to sacrifice most of it to the the void, so that the flames wouldn't crack containment. Quickly taking in the ruined features of the space which had once been his whole life, he reached a decision. He'd have to crawl back into the ducts of the ship, but if he could disengage or destroy the AER fail-safe... But they were down there.

He didn't want to think about them. They were some kind of horrible, carnivorous amalgamation of child and reptile; a hideous, swarming, hydrocephalic lizard. Their huge blank stares and jerky, skittering movements made them difficult to look at, let alone catch. He'd only been on the surface for an hour, but by some horrifying sexual alchemy, they'd laid their eggs throughout his ship.

He steeled himself. The ship was on an Automatic Emergency Return course to home colony, but he could stop it.

With any luck, the fallout from the crash would wipe out the whole species.
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This flash fiction was written based on t3dy's prompts (here: http://wolven.livejournal.com/1848067.html )

Two down, six seven eight to go. Really, if any one else wants in, there are two more slots open.