midnyteabaddon wrote Not So Smart from Steve's POV, and I wrote this fic, All These Secrets, from Eric's POV. A sort of flash fic exchange, if you will. I also tried to avoid using parentheses, since this was primarily written for her and I remember she mentioned she didn't much care for those... :)

It was an interesting challenge. I enjoyed it. Comments & criticism welcome.

( Not So Smart )

( All These Secrets )

Written for the word of the week challenge @ nanoljers here.

This is a sort of sequel to another flash fic I wrote called 2 AM Silence found here, but you don't need to read that to get this...I hope ;)

And again, there is a warning for some language.

( No one rejects me )

Flash fiction written for nanoljers here.

Warning: Language, language!

( 2 AM silence )

Yeah, I blame watching thousands of Top Model re-runs...; )

For story starter at nanoljers here; it has implied themes which might be a little controversial, so just a little warning there :)

( To convict or not to convict )

I'm really getting on board with this writing prompt, and since election is so relevant with what's going on at the moment (go Obama!) and the constant presence of slightly melancholy thoughts in my head, I wrote this.

The prompt is for nanoljers here. This is my first word of the week challenge. Word count is a little over 500.

( cut for suspense. . . )

Let me know your thoughts! I was a little unsure of how to end it, but I thought tying it back up to the beginning was an idea :)

This was written from a picture prompt posted at nanoljers here. It reminded me a lot of my grandpa and this little poem bit was the ensuing result.

( the clouds are an accomplice, to a heart filled with cowardice )

I haven't written a poem for a while, and I think this was a good exercise. I got to remember some stories my grandpa told me of when he was a parachuter, even though the man in the picture was probably a pilot because of the badge on his chest. I didn't read the extra info provided, but apparently he was a pilot, and a British one at that.

I wanted the poem to talk about the pilot's feelings when he was flying. And even though Spitfires didn't carry bombs, they were equipped with gun artillery. So call it...artistic license.

Anyway, let me know how you liked it/your thoughts on it. Any comments are appreciated.

Title: Black-eyed Angel
Author: healingdark
Archived: healingdark, ff.net
Pairing: Sam/Ruby
Rating: PG-13 for language
Spoilers: 3.04
Disclaimer: It all goes to Kripke, peeps.
Author's Note: A bit of a “story for the ages” type experiment that deals with Sam, Ruby and the idea of reincarnation.
Summary: The reasons Ruby is helping Sam are complicated. Then again, they have been doing this deadly dance for centuries.

( Ruby kneels next to the bed, rests her head near Sam’s shoulder, slides her hand in his and closes her eyes. )