I waffled about posting these here, but in the end, decided to go ahead and do it.

These are all the product of my #100words challenge that bsmog and I started. The idea? Write at least 100 words a day for 90 days. Most of the time, they are ridiculous non-fic drabbles. Sometimes, I write a very small amount of words that belong to an ongoing story (those will not be posted in pieces, but once the whole piece is completed, so there won't be any spoiling).

I'm already knee deep into this, so I have a lot stock-piled. I'll post two per day until I'm caught up, and then it will go back to once per day, or whenever they are a separate drabble and able to be posted.

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#1
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

By the end of the bed, she waits.

The floor is cold, unyielding, but at the same time comforting to her knees. Her head is pressed against the edge of the mattress, at least one part of her body warm and softly held in comfort. The rest of her is exposed – to the air, to the evaluating eyes, to the hands she knows will eventually be on her.

This is her favorite part, though. The waiting. The anticipation. Creating scenarios and moments in her head, only to have them fall drastically short of the exceptional reality that is her relationship.

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#2
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

She's lonely, so alone, in the deepest most true sense of the word.

There are friends, loved ones, people who make the time to talk to her, but her heart beats and echoes in the silence that is singular.

When she goes to the movies, it's one ticket she buys. At dinner after, a table for one. At home? One soft sigh and whimper when she comes by her own hand, and then a single tear she's allowed herself to shed slips down her cheek at the dissatisfaction of it all.

Her life hadn't always been this empty.