October 9th, 2011
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October 2nd, 2011
September 30th, 2011
Here's a start, with a new set of prompts for you. Make of them what you will - and I certainly hope that you can make something of them... :~))
Soap and water
Work in progress
Dark side of the Sun
Pieces of silver
Trial by... (enter ordeal of choice here)
September 27th, 2011
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September 25th, 2011
Title: This Way Lies The Wicked
Sumnmary: A strange encounter for Buffy and Angel
Rating: PG-13 for language
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Word Count: 1,183
The quaking had stopped. The earth’s violent shudder had decimated the town in moments. The screams of fear had faded, leaving nothing but piles of dust and debris.
Buffy and Angel walked the littered streets, kicking aside pieces of wood, strips of metal, indescribable things that barred their progress. They searched for signs of survival.
Their silent path ended at the edge of town. Disheartened, they rested on the one bare patch of ground that wasn’t covered in dismembered limbs or pieces of burnt flesh. Buffy lay across Angel’s body, a shield to spare her from the cold, bloody ground.
“We should go back,” Buffy whispered. “There’s nothing here we can do.”
She stood, offering her hand to Angel, which he grabbed, and let her pull him to a stand. Together, with Angel’s arm wrapped around her waist, they started to leave.
Angel was the first to notice something odd peeking out from under the ruins of a building to their right. He nudged Buffy, pointing up ahead. “I didn’t see those before, did you?”
Buffy shook her head no in reply and inched closer.
Sparkly, glittery, shiny red shoes wedged underneath a collapsed wall, pointing straight out.
Buffy bent down to touch them, her hand immediately shocked by a sharp, spine-tingling, powerful spark that sent her reeling, landing on her backside with a yelp.
Angel rushed over. “You ok?”
Buffy sat dumbfounded, massaging her back, as well as her damaged ego. “I’m fine. But did you see that? I got knocked on my ass by a pair of shoes!”
“Let me try,” Angel replied, repeating Buffy’s move, only to find himself zapped in the same manner, thrown beside Buffy. He winced as Buffy laughed.
“Nice to know it’s not just me,” she said, “but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let a pair of shoes win.”
Angel opened his mouth to protest, but Buffy ignored him and reached down, snatching up the shoes in her hands. The energy threw her backwards, flat on the ground, but she held fast. The shoes shimmered in her grasp, their glowing power surging through her body, but she refused to give in.
Angel knelt beside her, the eerie radiant light from her body sending him into a frenzy of worry. He stretched out a hand, gently laying it on her arm, as the power in her threw him to the ground again. He sat up blinking in disbelief and concern. “Buffy! Let go of the shoes. They’re wicked powerful.”
Buffy, feeling overconfident and in need of making a point, wiggled each foot into a shoe and stood up, grinning and admiring the results. “See? They’re getting used to me. I think they like me.”
Angel sighed. “Buffy, shoes that make you glow and toss people in the air can’t be all that good.”
Her response was drowned out by a sudden swirling fog materializing, its pulsating mass of smoky-whiteness circling round and round, birthing the form of a black-clad female figure in its center. A grotesque woman with a greenish pallor and wrinkled face framed by long, straggly ebony hair, crowned by a pointed black hat. She emerged from the mist snarling at Buffy.
“Give me those shoes,” growled the female, pointing one of her long, bony-thin fingers at Buffy. “I’ve been searching the universe for them. Take them off immediately!”
Shaken, but not in the least intimidated by the threatening manifestation, Buffy set her lips in a thin, determined line.
“Why should I? I don’t see your name on them.” Buffy lifted a red-shoed foot, swinging it back and forth. “Finders keepers.”
Angel stepped in between the two. “Look, whoever you are, the lady means she’s not going to hand them over. Not without a good reason. You got one?”
“They’re mine!” the female screamed in a gravely, bellowing voice. “You have no right to those shoes.”
“Well, until we’re better acquainted, I’d say you’ve got zero chance in hell of taking possession of them,” Buffy returned in her own ominous tone.
“You don’t know who you’re dealing with, child. I’ll eat you alive, after I get those shoes.”
“Might want to add a little salt,” Buffy snipped, sarcasm dripping off her tongue. “I’m a bit bland.”
Wild torrents of screams, growls and groans burst from the female’s throat. “Why you little tramp, you don’t know the power of those shoes. Once I have them, you’ll regret you ever met me.”
“Already have,” Buffy murmured.
Angel stepped in to quell the rising fury of the sinister figure, worried that Buffy was about to get herself in a lot of trouble. Stealthily he sneaked up behind the female and lunged at her, grabbing her by the arms. The female turned instantly, furiously twisting her arms and body with tremendous force, dislodging Angel’s hold, and flinging him through the air and onto the hard ground, stunned. “You’re no match for me, vampire. Don’t touch me again, or I’ll have your head,” she warned.
In a lightning flash the female moved in on Buffy, her bony fingers grasping for Buffy’s head. At contact the female’s hands sizzled, her body arching as the power surged through Buffy. It sent the female sailing head over heels, hitting the ground with a shudder, eyes seething with rage.
Angel recovered and jumped in to help Buffy, but the female stood up and waved him to halt. “Stand down!” she cried out, shifting her scowling glare to Buffy. “I should have known. As long as you wear those shoes, I cannot defeat you.”
Buffy grinned. “Well, then, I guess you’ll have to ride off on your big ole swirly dust bunny, sans shoes.”
“This isn’t over,” the female mumbled menacingly. With a broad sweep of her hand she disappeared into the swirling mist and was gone.
Angel cautiously approached Buffy, making no attempt to touch her. “Any idea who that was?”
“Don’t know, don’t care, and can’t say much about her taste in shoes. These things are too gaudy.” Buffy’s eyes glimmered. “But they’d be handy on patrol,” she added, moving her feet in a modeling routine.
Angel chuckled. “I guess they would. No demon could touch you.”
Buffy’s lower lip turned down and out. “Hmm, then again, maybe they’re a little too much.” Her eyes lit up. “I know a demon I wouldn’t mind touching me.”
Angel grinned. “Anybody I know?”
“You’ve seen him around. Tall, dark, handsome, wears this long, flowy coat, known to kiss like the world is ending.”
Buffy slipped off the red shoes and walked over to Angel, throwing her arms around his neck. “If you see that guy, would you tell him I took off the shoes? He can kiss me anytime.”
Angel leaned down, his twinkling eyes meeting her fluttering lashes. “How about now?” His lips pressed against Buffy’s, capturing her mouth in one of those world-ending kisses she craved.
Off in the distance could be heard the cackling rasp of the female. “I’ll get you, my pretty…and your vampire, too!”
Title: What Counts
Prompt: Bad Hair Day
Summary:Buffy gets a new do.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my free will.
Word Count: 950
Buffy spun around to see Angel standing behind her.
He was late.
“Hey,” she replied. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”
“Sorry, I overslept.”
“Well, we better get right to patrolling. Tonight we may find more vampires than usual. Giles discovered some obscure reference to one of their full-moon, annual or bicentennial bloodsucker, ritual-holiday thingys and thinks they’ll be out in force.”
“Ok, I’m here and ready.” Angel stared at Buffy who was absently fussing with the scarf on her head. Buffy pretended not to notice.
They started off walking to the cemetery, side by side.
“Are you cold?” Angel asked.
“You sure? I could give you my coat.”
“What makes you think I’m cold?”
“Well, that thing on your head. I’ve never seen you wear it, so I thought maybe you were cold.”
“This? It’s a new fashion accessory,” she explained nonchalantly, “for fall. I’m starting a new trend.”
“Oh. Well, it’s pretty,” Angel replied hesitantly. “I didn’t know you were a trendsetter.”
“It’s one of my many hidden talents you’ve yet to see,” Buffy whispered alluringly.
“There’s more? When do I get to see the rest?” Angel’s eyes glowed with wonder.
“All in good time,” Buffy taunted, stepping faster, leaving Angel in her wake with a dazed smile and lustful thoughts.
Angel caught up to her, as they entered the cemetery, their eyes and ears keen to the night’s sounds and movements.
Half-way across both of them halted at the same time, picking up rustling in the bushes to their left. Buffy sprinted ahead of Angel, entering the dense foliage, coming face to face with a vampire, who was caught off guard by her sudden appearance. He growled lowly, fangs appearing.
Wasting no time, Buffy flew at him, punching him in the jaw, which sent the vampire reeling backwards. He recovered quickly and threw a forceful blow to her stomach, knocking her to the ground. They scuffled, exchanging hits and jabs, until Buffy finally got the advantage. Stake in hand, she plunged it forward, piercing his heart. She watched the dust flitter to the ground, along with her scarf. She bent down to pick it up, sensing Angel standing a few feet away.
Mortified, Buffy roughly snatched the scarf from the ground and straightened up, glancing at Angel who was trying very hard to stifle the giggle stuck in his throat.
“New haircut?” Angel asked with barely a straight face.
Adjusting the scarf back over her hair, Buffy frowned and started to walk away.
“Good guess,” she snapped, embarrassed.
“It’s cute,” Angel casually commented. Buffy didn’t say a word and kept walking.
Angel stayed a pace or two behind her. “Should I say something else? I never know what to say, but if I say it, it’s always the wrong thing.”
“There’s nothing to say, except yuck. It’s horrible. It’s worse than horrible,” Buffy pouted.
“It’s, well, not exactly your usual style, but I like it.”
“You’re just saying that to appease me. Not working.”
“No, I’m not. Honest. It’s very becoming.”
“If you’re a porcupine. Cut the crap, Angel. It’s the worst haircut ever. I think that new stylist at the salon is really a demon, out to make me the laughing stock of Sunnydale.”
Angel reached over and lightly brushed a stray tendril of hair off Buffy’s forehead. “You’ll get used to it. And it’ll grow out. Someday.”
Buffy swatted his hand away. “Nothing you say is going to make me feel better,” she sniffed. “It’s ugly-bad, and I hate it. Maybe I should get a wig.”
“You don’t need a wig,” Angel replied, unable to curtail a faint grin turning up the corner of his mouth.
Buffy wasn’t amused. “How can you look at me like…like this? Maybe I’ll just lock myself in my room until it grows out.”
Angel caught up with Buffy and whirled her around, forcing her stop and look him in the eye.
“Buffy, when I look at you, I’m not looking at your hair. I see a beautiful face with big warm, brown eyes and irresistible lips. I don’t care if you’re bald.”
The adoring look Angel was giving her melted Buffy’s frustration.
“Really? Bald? So, you’d be ok being seen with me in public, if I was bald?”
“Absolutely. Hair doesn’t matter, to me anyway. What you wear or what you do to your hair isn’t important. It’s your spirit I love. That’s what makes you beautiful.”
Buffy fell into Angel’s arms and hugged him tightly. “That was the sweetest thing you could ever say.”
“It’s the truth.” He kissed her cheek.
“But what if I had two noses and three eyes and…and horns? Would you love me then?”
Angel paused, wrinkling his nose. “Well, in that case, I might have to reconsider.”
Buffy nudged him in the ribs. “See? You do care what I look like.”
“Ok, you got me. I’ll admit I do care. A little.”
“That’s what I thought. But don’t worry. I’m not planning on shaving my head or growing horns. What you see is what you get. You’re stuck with THIS me.”
“Stuck like glue,” Angel murmured, placing a tender kiss on her forehead.
“I love that you love me that much,” Buffy cooed softly. “And I pretty much like you just the way you are.”
“Pretty much? Just pretty much?” Angel teased.
“Well, sometimes when you get out of bed, your hair is all spikey on that side and flat on this side, kinda lopsided,” she teased back.
Nervously, Angel ran his fingers through his hair, frowning. “It does? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Buffy giggled and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Because. It doesn’t matter.”
September 24th, 2011
Prompt: Power of Love
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Summary: It only takes a moment for someone's life to end.
Notes: I was thinking about doing a happier rosebud with this prompt (power of love has a hopeful ring to it), but my muse was thinking other things...
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September 16th, 2011
September 9th, 2011
This turned out longer and less B/A-centered than I'd originally planned. The focus is on Buffy, but Angel's there, shadowing throughout the whole piece.
Title: Going Nowhere
Disclaimer: These are Joss Whedon's toys. I'm just playing with them.
Summary: She'd left everything behind in Sunnydale to start a new life and forget the pain of her old one in LA.
Let her existence continue on
September 6th, 2011
Summary: Angel remembers.
Word count: 1,669
August 26th, 2011
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Have fun – and see you next month!
August 23rd, 2011
July 28th, 2011
It's been a while since anyone has posted anything here, but I figure it's fine if I post a rosebud based on one of the prompts.
Title: It'll Just Be a Friendly Work-out
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Summary: This is how they started doing Tai Chi.
Notes: I read the prompts and 'River' made me think of Tai Chi because the forms are fluid like a river. Other than that, this rosebud has absolutely nothing to do with rivers in any other form.
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May 27th, 2011
It’s time for new rosebud titles. I know we’re having a wee break, and this will give you time to come up with a rosebud, or three. *grin*
I know that life has been hectic and many of us haven’t had the time to sit down and actually produce words, let alone a fic, (I’m guilty) so how about trying to write five hundred words? One hundred? What do you think? Are you game?
May 25th, 2011
At this time of year, I know that a lot of you are involved in other things, so Rosebuds will be taking a break for a couple of weeks after the next batch of titles. Don't forget you can do more than one title if you want to...
May 1st, 2011
Here is your new set of Rosebud Titles. You have two weeks before the next batch arrives, but there is actually no time limit to posting them.
A Rosebud, for the newcomers to the site – hello! – is a short story of between 100 – 500 words, not including summaries and author notes. However, we are flexible, because if your story is naughty and ends up as some epic monster-length story, we don’t mind at all!
1. Prison Bars
4. Bath toy
7. Hotel Room
8. Dungeons and Dragons
9. Picture Perfect
10. The Postman rings Twice
12. Favouring the brave
13. Making a Difference
20. Daisy Chain
April 27th, 2011
April 26th, 2011
April 8th, 2011
Here we are again with new prompts. I hope that they inspire you into writing a rosebud or two. Remember, anything from 100 words to 500 is acceptable. If you go over, we don’t mind. They can count as double rosebuds. The more the merrier. Roses look good when planted en mass.
Have at it, folks. And good luck.