( Korra sees someone rising out of the incoming waves, chain coiled around her arm like a bracelet, eyes blooming in the dark.Collapse )

Notes: For A. Who's been through a lot of shit together with me. What matters most is we survived.

( A low thump rattles the cathedral, raising dust, toppling candles burnt into totems of wax. Someone says the wall has been breached. Miata claws at Clarice’s arms.Collapse )
Notes: Written for the Claymore Short Story Project on Tumblr. 

Title: Gymnastics
Characters: Yoruichi and Sui Feng
Rating: T
Word Count: 887
Warnings: Some F/F. Spoilers for the Soul Society and Winter War arc.

Summary: You mount, twist, bend over backwards, fall and get up again - Yoruichi and Sui Feng in ten movements.

( Yoruichi sees her every night, practicing....her body rebelling against gravity, legs scissoring with each bounding step as if cleaving through shadowsCollapse )


NOTES: It took a long time to write this. The inspiration for this idea came about during the Olympics: in particular, watching the mentor-student friendship between Russian gymnasts Alinya Mustafina and Viktoria Komova. Or maybe I was just reading too much into things. But from that came every gymnastics metaphor required for this.

Poetry
Title: The fall of Damascus
Characters: Unnamed Shinigami
Rating: Probably T
Word Count: 129

Summary: A Shinigami cleans up in the aftermath of war in Damascus in modern-day Syria


( So his blade churns through them like meat/ a haloed steam/ a rush of departureCollapse )


Notes: I was reading the news and thinking about lye_tea's prompt. And this is what happened.

Title: My Heart is a weapon the size of your photograph (1/2)
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,183 (part 2) & 4,138 (total)

Summary: Speculative fiction/ urban fantasy. A life for a war. A photograph for a friend. Just before he ends his National Service, Navin is sent to the rebels to negotiate for the release of a fellow servicewoman. But with the war still raging, all he has to give him hope is a photograph she gave him years ago. 

[Read Part 1]

( Her hair is tucked into braids peeking out from the back of her peak cap. She holds a bouquet of blood red roses.Collapse )


NOTES: This short story was prompted by a short, sad episode. It was fun writing about NS again, even though this story is more wistful fantasy than reality. (For the record, if my country's female population had to serve national service, I don't doubt they will outperform the males in terms of physical endurance, achievement and meeting the mark when they are called to it).



( Glossary of 'uniquely Singaporean' terms usedCollapse )