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Squire Benjamin William Sullivan stood in the middle of Light’s Hope Chapel in his underpants.

Actually, it was white linen pants and a shift, but the effect was approximately the same. The little chapel was warm, on the edge of …

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Friday Five-hundred – Childhood Challenge
comment 13 Written by on February 6, 2009 – 9:08 am

Every Friday here at Too Many Annas, you’ll find a little RP prompting – either in the form of 5 questions to answer about your character or in the form of a ficlet prompt (500 words) to write about them.  These aren’t meant to be hard, just things to think about for your character – you can answer in a comment or use them as a blog post of your own!

This week, since you got to read mine yesterday, a ficlet prompt:

Write an event, a situation, or a scene that involves your character as a child/teenager and has some impact on your character later in life.

Remember – the “limit” is 500 words (though obviously the idea is more to write a short ficlet than to aim for exactly that many).  If you want a real challenge, try to stay below 1024 characters!

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13 Responses to “Friday Five-hundred – Childhood Challenge”

  1. http://doubledtrouble.wordpress.com/2009/02/06/friday-five-hundred-birth-day/

    Here’s mine. Sadly, I don’t think Philly’s ever going to be good at the childhood stuff. So Keilos wrote this one.

  2. \o/ you has a blog too!

    By Anna on Feb 6, 2009 | Reply
  3. So Rashona’s childhood was terminally normal. But my hunter Khallan has been getting a lot of face time lately, so here’s one for her, shortly post-internment-camps:

    Ancestors, the taste of clean meat once more…

    The elements would never speak to Kortagh again, but for a moment he tasted earth and fire in the rich blood that slid down his throat. There was fire and to spare in the expression of the stick-thin girl who stood in front of him, one hand balled on her hip and the other dangling a brace of hares by their hind feet.

    She scowled at him. “See? I can fight. I hit these, and humans are bigger. And slower.”

    He didn’t smile. “No one is saying you cannot fight. But the Warchief’s will is that you and the other ch- the youngest of our warriors *do* not fight. Not yet.” He couldn’t call them children, those striplings who’d been rescued from the internment camps. Demon blood and constant warfare kept them from being anything like he remembered from his own brash adolescence. But the Warchief would not allow the young ones to fight in anything but the direst of battles. So they ran messages and helped – reluctantly – with camp chores, and occasionally assisted an old once-shaman whose hands still remembered the simplest ways of healing with herb and bandage. This child, at least, still hungered for stories of home.

    “But I *can*.” Khallan’s teeth showed briefly in a snarl that might be intimidating once she’d matured. “I want to help.”

    “You do help.” For one, you ask for my stories. But that was nothing this child would believe. “You – your eyes are sharp and your hands are quick. You can help keep us fed as we fight.”

    The scowl lessened, but not by much.

    “The Warchief says that an army runs on its stomach.” In truth, he’d only heard humans say that. But it was clever, and true, and Thrall *would* have said it if he’d heard it. “Hunt for us, Khallan.”

    That brought a slight softening of her posture, and a thoughtful glance into the distant Hillsbrad woods. “Hares are harder to shoot than humans.”

    “Then you can practice.” He bundled up an unused bedroll, bound it tight, and set it a challenging distance away from the girl. “Show me what you can do.”

    She narrowed her eyes, but drew her crude bow taut, sighted on the target, and loosed an arrow. At the first solid thock!, he smiled. “Let me tell you about the first clefthoof I hunted…”

    By Mommacow on Feb 7, 2009 | Reply
  4. Surveying the landscape quickly Bricu realized that his, and Threnn’s, position was indefensible.

    “Baby-proofing, sugar,” seylon, the sentinel-turned-mother had told him casually, “You gotta make sure that the babies are safe to roam around.” “Otherwise, they put weird shit in their mouths or hit their heads on corners.”

    Neither Bricu nor Threnn had given baby-proofing much thought. They had sitters, clothes, tutors and teachers ready. Chryste was planning on teacher their daughter sword forms. Bricu had already worked out toys and a boxing schedule for her. Varenna offered etiquette and shield work. Bricu had done every possible job the Kirin Tor had asked him to do–and then some–in case she fancied magic. In case she wanted to study teh light–or the old ways–Bricu had Tash, Threnn and himself to rely on . If she wanted to be professional, well, then she had her Godsfather, Tarquin, to rely on. Her future was set.

    It was the baby years that had him flustered.

    Bricu focused on their resources. They had two rooms rented. One in Stormwind, on in Dalaran, but neither was baby-proofed. The former, in the Gilded Rose, was one part long term storage, one part refuge. The latter, in the Legerdemain Lounge, had a fantastic view and almost enough room for two adventuring adults. Their neighbors in Dalaran included: the recently pardoned Ice Witch, her recently living lover, a blood elf with decidedly obnoxious passions and Tauren with disgusting eating habits. This was not the ideal place to raise a child. In fact, with the magic and the threat of bar fights, the Lounge was less savory than the Pig and Whistle.

    He needed to find them another place to live.

  5. The childhood story in this case is worrying about a baby not yet born. I am totally cheating.

  6. HEY! Dorri does not have obnoxious passions!

    Itanya Blades last blog post..Dangerous (Ficlet)

  7. A little late, but here ya go.

    krizzlybears last blog post..Friday 500: A Druid in the Making

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