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Final Fantasy VIII : Hunger

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 15:54:31 GMT

Hunger
zell, 100 words, g, disclaimer: not mine, for ficlets100 prompt: cheese

Hunger

When mustard got boring, he started with ketchup – lots of it. They were sure there was a hot dog beneath it somewhere.

“Perhaps he’s trying to cover up the taste,” Selphie had whispered to Quistis. Quistis thought that wasn’t likely because as far as she knew the hot dogs had no taste.

The next new thing was cheese – lots of it. Every day Zell would line his tray with small paper cups filled to the brim with it. He was oddly methodical: he dunked, twisted, and withdrew. The hot dog went into his mouth whole.

Saving lives always made him hungry.

SHINee: Blind

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 01:36:06 GMT

Blind
jonghyun/key, 450 words, pg, disclaimer: i don't own them, summary: thoughts alone in the dark, and a lightbulb moment

Blind

There’s something about the way he looks at you.

It’s different, like he sees you. Therefore he has to know the way you wish you could see him too. But you can’t because there some kind of coolness there; it’s some kind of wall that’s as intriguing as it is frustrating at times.

“Key,” you whisper.

He doesn’t hear you of course. The only time you say his name like this is when you’re alone. It’s safe to let out those hushed whispers filled with a submission so subtle you barely know it’s there.

You have formed his name on your lips in a myriad of sounds and a puzzle of situations. All of them have been attached with the same hollow resignation that he will never hear you call him like this.

Your eyes close as you shut yourself further away and sigh in the stillness. You can’t help but admit it’s mildly comforting, to be away from it all, but never too far away.

A knock on the door interrupts. You blink several times as if you can ignore it, but the sound continues in short intrusions. With a silent curse you get up, and not entirely trusting your legs, cautiously walk toward the door. It whines as you open it slowly; light enters the room in a widening beam. An impatient hand pushes the door open in one swift motion, and you flinch at the sudden exposure.

“Key,” you hear yourself say. Again.

“What took you so long?” He asks and gives you a playful push on the shoulder. You feel like you could stumble backwards, knowing full well the cause of your weakness.

You begin to reply but stop; he’s already moved on with a familiar energy.

“I bet you were daydreaming,” a slight pause, “maybe you should leave that to the fans,” he jokes as a grin stretches across his face.

It’s moments like these that make you think you could almost hate him for being so blind. If you could it might be easier, instead you can only imagine reaching out a trembling hand and pulling him into the darkness. You would let him grab you by the collar the way he likes, and then as he presses his body against yours, you would beg him to kiss you until you stopped trembling, knowing your body won’t let you.

A light touch on your arm cuts off your thoughts and you realize you haven’t answered. Key is looking at you with a thinly veiled smile on his lips.

“Something else then?” he says playfully.

He winks.

You realize then that your throat is dry— with nervousness, or excitement. Perhaps it’s realization.

He knows.

Final Fantasy VIII: Memory

Fri, 16 May 2008 00:38:57 GMT

memory
quistis/selphie, 100 words, pg, disclaimer: ffviii doesn't belong to me, for ficlets100 prompt: memory

Memory

Quistis can’t believe all the things that she has forgotten.

In an instant the world has become brand new. The people she names now as friends were the same she had once named as family. They had been so close, and she hadn’t remembered any of it.

She glances over at Selphie who seems just as overwhelmed and confused. She lightly touches the brown haired girl’s hand as if longing for a trace of familiarity that doesn’t come.

When their lips touch she waits for Selphie to pull away first.

This I’ll remember, she thinks, and almost lets herself whisper.

Final Fantasy XII: Proximity

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 23:37:23 GMT

proximity
vaan/penelo, 100 words, pg, disclaimer: ffxii isn't mine, for fanfic100

Proximity

Vaan lies next to her whistling some melody she can’t stand.

It’s in her head and later will remind her of him.

Penelo wants to shout, but doesn’t. She’s too tired. Too tired to move her lips. She barely breathes while letting the grass nip at her arms in tiny pricks that keep her awake. The grass, greener than it should be in desperate times.

Her eyes close as if disappearing was as simple as shutting out the sky.

She feels the sun heat her skin.

The heat of his body next to hers.

Too close, but not close enough.

Final Fantasy XII: With Honor

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 16:02:53 GMT

with honor
gabranth, larsa, 346 words, pg, disclaimer: sadly enough i don't own ffxii, for fanfic100 prompt: family

With Honor

He tries to ignore the sound of the younger boy’s voice, although it's tinged with a sort of innocence that temps to lull him from his thoughts. His thoughts are sinful. He has killed and cannot stop thinking about it. In the name of what he is unsure, but if someone asks him he will spout out the reason as if he believes it. As if he still has a heart.

“You are somewhere else again,” Larsa says, in a voice slight with annoyance.

Gabranth does not bother looking up, choosing instead to study the interweaving pattern of tiles he has seen so many times beneath his feet. His body feels unnaturally weighted in the chair. Heavy as always, his eyes threaten to close. They mock him; sleep will not come. He expects the sort of reproach that follows next, and knows it lacks any true consequence. Their relationship is perhaps less formal than it should be. Less formal than he needs.

“You really should listen,” Larsa insists. “These are matters that concern you as well…”

In my dreams…

“I am listening,” Gabranth says, his voice harsher than he intended. Larsa gives him a look full of doubt, but says no more.

I can never tell…

It seems as if he understands where Gabranth is in the moments that always steal him away.

If I am running away from you, or toward you.

The shadows across the floor stretch toward his feet. Somewhere Gabranth knows he is under the same fading sun, and wonders if his thoughts are as troubled.

Brother…

Larsa continues talking in a shallow attempt to keep the older man in the realm of now. He feels comforted, but he does not know why. He knows like every other evening they will remain in this room later than necessary dancing around matters of state that only serve as a vain attempt to occupy their minds. He knows no matter how hard he tries to put it off, he cannot escape another dying day. The inevitability of rest that will not come for either of them.

Final Fantasy VIII: Warmth

Thu, 13 Mar 2008 20:23:27 GMT

warmth
penelo, vaan, balthier, 1,098 words, g, disclaimer: i don't own ffxii, for fanfic100 prompt: snow

Warmth

Penelo’s body had been involuntarily possessed by shivers for the better part of the day. The path to Mt. Bur Omisace was like a sprawling desert of snow. If there was a sun it didn’t exist here. The clouds were like heavy blankets that Penelo swore only conspired to slow them down. They might have been in the same place for days, or even weeks. Penelo was past the point of being able to discern time. How could she when one area looked so much like the next.

She was huddled against Vaan in a small recess on the side of one of the mountains lining the Paranima Rift. At least being concealed in the small space they had some relief from the howling wind. The others had wanted to press on, as if even the tiniest break would danger their purpose. Finally she had gotten Basch to let them all take a break. Rather, she had pestered Vaan about it, who had no doubt annoyed Balthier, who of course had been able to convince Basch.

The only action Penelo seemed to incite was through a long chain of others.

“Stop shaking,” Vaan whined. He was clearly annoyed, but Penelo didn’t much care. She was too cold to care what Vaan thought. If she could stop the chills surging through her body; she would.

“It’s cold,” she answered him, with just as much annoyance. Sometimes she thought Vaan was so dense that she had to state the obvious to him.

“It’s not that cold,” Vaan countered, but the chattering of his teeth gave him away. Still, Penelo didn't tell him to stop his clacking.

“Stop trying to look tough for Balthier. He can’t even see you.”

“I’m not.” Vaan insisted, his face showing the slightest bit of hurt.

Yeah right, Penelo thought. Vaan had been trying to impress Balthier more or less since they all met. Maybe he thought Balthier would smuggle him an airship or something. If she felt like dealing with Vaan she would have laughed out loud at the thought of that. But then, she would have to explain to him what was so funny.

Her eyes searched the white landscape; instinctively seeking out the sky pirate. They brightened when she spotted him, sauntering off alone to sit on a large boulder. Penelo smiled as she watched Balthier reach down with a gloved hand and brush some of the snow off before sitting. He glanced around, and then as if knowing she was watching, their eyes met. A flush crept up Penolo’s face. For once she was thankful for the cold. Her cheeks, having already been bitten by the wind were splotched with red.

Balthier gave a gesture with his head; motioning her over.

She quickly rose. “Hey, where are you going?” Vaan asked.

“None of your business.”

“But it was warm,” he said as he wrapped his arms around his body.

Penelo unwrapped the blanket that had been around her shoulders and threw it on Vaan’s head. “There. You said you weren’t that cold anyway,” she snapped and left before Vaan had a chance to reply.

Immediately she wished she had kept the blanket. She didn’t realize just how much the nook in the mountain had shielded her from the harsher reality of the cold. She crossed over to where Balthier sat quickly, before her boots had a chance to sink into undisturbed layer of snow.

A half smile rose on Balthier's lips as he patted for Penelo to take a seat next to him.

Balthier proved not to be the best of company, and after several moments of sitting in silence, Penelo wondered exactly why he had called her over. She almost wished she was sitting back with Vaan where it was warmer and not as quiet.

Then he spoke, although he didn’t turn to look at her. “How are you holding up?”

Balthier kept his voice low, as if he didn’t want the others to hear. Penelo couldn’t imagine why, they were far enough from everyone else, but she let her volume match his, “I’m fine,” she answered. She had hoped Balthier wouldn’t noticed the forced cheerfulness in her voice.

He gave a slight chuckle and leaned against her. Her body warmed where his shoulder made contact with hers. “Let’s have a bit of honesty shall we?”

There was a playfulness in his eyes that reassured her. “Well, it is a bit cold…”

He laughed louder this time. “A bit yes.”

“Well Basch doesn’t seem to be cold,” she said defensively.

Balthier leaned closer to Penelo as if he was sharing a secret with her. Another chill racked her body, but this one wasn’t caused by the cold. “Basch is made of stone,” the sky pirate whispered.

Penelo laughed a little louder than necessary. She promptly cut off her chuckle halfway through after realizing, and looked around self-consciously.

Balthier raised an eyebrow, his face a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

“Ashe doesn’t seem cold either,” she said.

Ashe was sitting with Basch across from them, her face stern and thoughtful. At one point, Penelo had hoped that she and Ashe might become friends, but the princess didn’t seem entirely open to that. And why would she? Penelo thought, knowing that she did not have much to offer. She didn’t have Fran’s wisdom, Bashch’s strength, or even Balthier’s slight unsavory talents that had got them out of so many mishaps.

“Ashe is special…” he replied, then shrugged as if to toss off his comment.

Of course he would think so.

Penelo pulled her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees. She couldn’t see Vaan from where she sat, but imagined that he was sulking. I shouldn’t have left him. No matter how annoyed she got with Vaan, she could never entirely lose sight of the fact that they had been all they each had for a long time.

Balthier's voice cut into her thoughts, “You’re quite special as well.”

Penelo rolled her eyes, “You’re just saying that,” she replied softly, looking down at the ground.

“Hardly.”

Balthier rose, and for a moment Penelo thought she had offended him. Before turning to walk away he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I never just say anything,” he said.

Penelo watched for a moment before burying her hands in her face. She was convinced that she had just embarrassed herself and behaved as young as she felt. Glumly she slid off the rock and began walking back toward Vaan.

Her shoulder was still warm where his touch had been.

Final Fantasy VIII: Stronger Than This

Sun, 09 Mar 2008 21:41:33 GMT

stronger than this
quistis/selphie, 2,214 words, pg, disclaimer: i don't own ffviii, summary: quistis comforts selphie after the attack on trabia garden

Stronger Than This

Quistis found Selphie at the basketball courts. The hoop still hung, although it was bent and missing its backboard and net. The damage that the missiles had done was devastating. Quistis stopped herself before her thoughts were allowed to fully develop. If they had, she would have thought that she was glad Balamb was able to avoid the attack. The damage that they had sustained was nothing compared to the destruction of Trabia. The garden was in shambles, and only remnants of its structure remained. Walls covered in ash and dirt, columns crumbling, memories scattered beneath soil; that was all that was left. A light snow had begun to fall, gracing the covering the court in a thin veil of white.

Selphie was on the far end sitting on a basketball. Her legs stretched out in front of her, and she stared blankly into the white tipped mountains. Quistis hesitated, not quite sure what she would say to the girl if she went over. She was never comfortable in these sorts of situation; the grace that others seemed to have completely escaped her.

She doesn’t have anyone else right now, Quistis resolved.

She took a hesitant step forward, but her boot slipped on a piece of raised concrete that broke off. She saw Selphie turn to look, although it was obvious she couldn’t have heard the noise. Even from the distance Quistis could see the sadness in her eyes. No turning back now, Quistis thought as she slowly stepped forward. She let out a deep breath; her hands unwillingly clenching into nervous fists as she walked.

She sat down shakily, folding her legs beneath her. Why am I so nervous? She hadn’t known Selphie for that long, but the experiences they had shared together certainly made up for that fact. But now, it was as if the girl she had been through so much with was miles away.

“I’m sure everyone expects me to blurt out some overly positive statement,” Selphie said in a low voice.

Quistis studied the girl carefully. What does she need right now?

“No one expects that of you,” she began slowly, “We aren’t holding you to any sort of standard. What happened was—”

“Horrible? Senseless?” Selphie interrupted.

Quistis nodded.

“I should have been here,” Selphie continued. “There would have been something I could have done; somehow I could have stopped it.”

“Don’t blame yourself,” Quistis said.

“I know, it wasn’t really my fault, but still…” Selphie trailed off, seeming uninspired to finish her sentence.

Quistis could only sit there. She folded her hands in her lap, trying to think of something to say, but the more she searched, the blanker her mind became.

It was Selphie who broke the silence again. “You don’t have to stay, I’ll be fine.” She gave a light smile, but Quistis could see the effort that it took. Her eyes were green pools of sorrow, and Quistis imagined that as soon as she did get up and leave, Selphie would burst into tears.

Briefly she considered letting that happen. She told herself that perhaps Selphie needed a good cry. They all could use one after all that had happened. However she thought better of it, realizing that if she did leave it would be more for her own comfort than Selphie’s. She had to at least try.

“You don’t have to pretend,” Quistis said warmly, “It’s just us here. I know the others, they seem so strong.”

Selphie nodded in agreement, “Maybe they’re the same too, not wanting to seem weak. But I still think I should be stronger than this. If all we end up doing is sitting around moping, we’ll never stop the sorceress.”

Quistis shook her head, “Give it time. Take all the time you need. If you wanted to stay here for a while, I’m sure it would be okay. Irvine would probably stay with you too, for as long as you needed.”

Selphie had let a light chuckle escape her at the mention of Irvine’s name that surprised Quistis.

“You’re assuming that I would want him to stay.”

Great, Quistis thought, I managed to screw that up. “I’m sorry,” she said aloud, “I just thought—”

Selphie raised a hand to cut her off, “It’s fine, and I’m sure a lot of people assumed the same thing. Irvine is great, but I don’t have time to make him into something that he’s not, or to chip away at that wall he puts up.”

Quistis nodded. I can hardly blame him, she thought absentmindedly. But she wondered how long she would have been able to put up a wall around someone as kindhearted and seemingly carefree as Selphie.

Selphie seemed to read her thoughts, and smiled, much more effortlessly this time. “Maybe it would be quicker to chip away at yours.”

Quistis swallowed hard, caught off guard by Selphie’s remark. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“I’m talking about that tough exterior of yours Instructor. Is it because of Squall?”

Her questions were innocent enough, but a little to direct for Quistis’s liking. “No, it isn’t Squall.”

Selphie shot her a look that said she was more than doubtful.

Quistis couldn’t help but smile at the girl’s reaction. “It’s not,” she said, a little more forcefully than she intended. It really isn’t. She had given up on Squall a while ago, he was just too serious all the time, Quistis wanted someone that knew how to have fun, even if it was just an act.

The realization of what she wanted hit her suddenly, but she didn’t allow herself to acknowledge the thought. Her stomach tightened when she realized that Selphie was far from finished.

“You don’t seem to be very happy Quis, you tell me not to feel guilty, but aren’t you taking a little too much of this on yourself?”

Quistis shifted uncomfortably on the cracked cement. When had this conversation turned to me? She gave a light shrug in a feeble attempt to dismiss the line of questioning.

Apparently Selphie didn’t take the hint. “I mean you aren’t an instructor anymore you should be having fuuuuuuun.” Selphie stood up suddenly and gave a small jump into the air, kicking her foot up.

Quistis was glad she seemed to be loosening up, and her usual energy was returning.

“There doesn’t exactly seem like much fun to be had these days,” she told the standing girl.

Selphie placed her hands on her hips and gave a slight frown. “Is that anyway to cheer me up?”

Of course not. “I’m sorry, I only meant—”

Selphie reached down and gave her right shoulder a light push. “Ligthen up,” she said in a soft voice.

All of a sudden Quistis felt uncomfortable sitting, with Selphie looking down at her. She rose quickly, brushing off her legs as she stood. “Maybe it’s time we find the others,” she said looking past Selphie.

This time the frown on Selphie’s face wasn’t a joke. “Am I that bad of company?”

Quistis crossed her arms and studied her boots. “It’s not that all,” she said quietly.

The quiet voice was a mistake. Instinctively Selphie moved closer in order to hear. Don’t, Quistis pleaded silently. Selphie did the opposite, reached out and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. The first thing Quistis felt was the warmth of the girl’s body. The snow had started to fall heavier and the temperature had dropped, but Quistis barely noticed. She realized that her hands were still awkwardly at her side. She lifted them to Selphie’s waist, and then pulled back.

If Selphie noticed that she was uncomfortable, she didn’t do anything to change it. The smaller girl just held her tighter. Quistis closed her eyes, beginning to become comfortable in the embrace. I’m the one that should have been hugging her, Quistis thought, and suddenly she felt incredibly guilty. She was about to pull away when she felt Selphie’s body shaking silently. She’s crying, Quistis realized.

She pulled away slightly to study the girls face. Selphie’s head was hung in embarrassment. Quistis lifted it gently.

“Oh, Sefie,” she murmured.

Quistis didn’t have the tiniest idea why she had called her that, but the flash of recognition in Selphie’s eyes seemed to make it okay.

“Quisty.” Her eyes made it more of a question, and she bit her bottom lip in confusion.

The lump in her throat tightened. Selphie was still holding her, but now it was different. She stepped out of the embrace, turning her back on Selphie. She raised a hand to her mouth as it all came rushing back in vague memories. She had known Selphie; had known them all, but it had been buried somewhere. What did it mean? She wanted to know. She wanted to know everything.

“Quisty.” The name again. Quistis willed herself to turn around. “Do you remember?” Selphie asked her in a tentative voice, as if fearful of the answer.

Quistis gave a shaky nod, not trusting herself to speak. Selphie was determined to make things even more difficult, and reached out to lightly grab her hand.

“Thank you for coming to check on me,” she said.

Quistis felt like her skin was on fire; in a mere matter of moments everything that she had thought she known had gone out the window. She tried to contain her feelings, and to make sense of it all. She thought back to the first time she had met Selphie, she had come stumbling toward them during the middle of the mission at Dollet.

Quistis gave a slight pull of her arm, but Selphie held on. “I thought someone should.”

“I’m glad it was you,” Selphie replied. “Although, I never would have expected to be.”

Thanks, Quistis thought, suddenly feeling like a poor substitute.

Selphie clearly caught on to her dissapointment, “No I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It’s just well I think I had hoped it would be you secretly.”

Quistis raised an eyebrow, “Oh?”

Selphie gave a quick nod. A sudden shyness had come over her, and she didn’t say more.

“Are you blushing?” Quistis asked.

Selphie took a step back, her face growing redder, “No my face is just cold.”

Quistis let out a nervous giggle, by Selphie’s reaction, she could tell that the girl was just as nervous as she was and couldn’t help but be reassured. Suddenly the small amount of distance that was between them seemed to be too much, but Quistis couldn’t bring herself to close the gap. My legs are shaking, she thought as she glanced down at them.

“Quistis…” Selphie began.

“It’s cold,” Quistis answered before Selphie could ask her.

“It’s not that cold,” Selphie answered simply.

“You just said your face was—”

“I lied.” Selphie took a step toward her; more hesitant than she needed to be. Quistis wanted to show that she was willing for whatever might happen, but she didn’t know how. Instead she did nothing but stand there. She wrapped her arms awkwardly around her waist; then let them fall again. Selphie’s small hands were clasped in front of her; her body twisting slightly to some unknown rhythm.

If she comes any closer.

Quistis knew what she would do.

She would take the smaller girl in her arms with an urgency, as if a another missile was coming straight toward them, and this would be the only chance they would get. She would kiss her until Selphie forgot how cold the air of destruction made the world seem. Until she forgot Irvine, and Squall, and Rinoa, and sorceresses, and Gardens, SeeD, war, death, despair, all of it. She would kiss her until the snow stopped falling, and night fell, and the sun came.

Quistis smiled lightly, and not wanting to wait any longer, walked toward Selphie who also smiled freely. Maybe she read my thoughts, Quistis imagined as she reached a hand out lightly to Selphie. Quistis felt Selphie’s fingertips gently grace her wrist. Suddenly it wasn’t cold at all.

Another smile passed between them. The moment no longer held uncertainty, but acceptance. Quistis could tell they were both glad of that.

“SELPHIE!”

They heard a yell, and what Quistis saw over Selphie’s shoulder made her heart sink.

Irvine jogged toward them.

Selphie’s hand held her wrist for a few more seconds before she dropped it from her grasp. Quistis felt her hand fall heavily to her side.

Irvine gave her a nonchalant glance before turning to Selphie. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere. With all that’s going on I didn’t think you should be alone.”

She wasn’t alone, Quistis wanted to say, but held back.

Selphie merely smiled, and because she thought it might be appropriate, Quistis forced one to her lips as well. But nothing about Selphie’s smile seemed forced. She cringed inwardly as she watched Selphie reach for Irvine’s hand.

“Thank you,” Selphie said to her. Quistis only nodded. Suddenly she felt very foolish and self conscious standing there with the two of them. It might as well have been her interrupting things.

Selphie gave her a glance before Irvine gently guided her away. Quistis could clearly read her green eyes.

They said that she wouldn’t look back as she walked away.

Table: Fanfic100

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 23:44:59 GMT

001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

Table: Ficlet100

Fri, 07 Mar 2008 22:53:29 GMT

001.	Dagger	002.	Red	003.	Memory	004.	Lost	005.	Mouse
006.	Brown	007.	Rose	008.	Life	009.	Pain	010.	Bar
011.	Promise	012.	Tree	013.	Death	014.	Love	015.	Chocolate
016.	Mind	017.	Leaf	018.	Destruction	019.	Hate	020.	Doorknob
021.	Inside	022.	Sand	023.	Hallucination	024.	Desperation	025.	Goodbye
026.	Over	027.	Desert	028.	Illusions	029.	Hope	030.	Meat
031.	Forest	032.	Planet	033.	In the woods	034.	Play	035.	Straw
036.	Enemy	037.	Cave	038.	Invisible	039.	Hide	040.	Accident
041.	Friend	042.	Lake	043.	Petty	044.	Trace	045.	Fake
046.	Early	047.	Family	048.	Disturbed	049.	Thieves	050.	Truth
051.	Late	052.	Lust	053.	Sickness	054.	Babble	055.	Lies
056.	Clothes	057.	Desire	058.	Tears	059.	Intoxicated	060.	Happiness
061.	Pinecones	062.	Aliens	063.	Unwell	064.	Crazy	065.	Secret
066.	Bed	067.	Portal	068.	Hair	069.	Water	070.	Confession
071.	Dinosaur	072.	Pure	073.	Cows	074.	Fire	075.	Forgive
076.	Faith	077.	Strawberries	078.	Cabin	079.	Earth	080.	Forget
081.	Medicine	082.	Innocence	083.	Angel	084.	Air	085.	Let go
086.	Book	087.	Tea	088.	Cheese	089.	Spirit	090.	Broken
091.	Bible	092.	Coat	093.	Ice	094.	Soul	095.	Betrayal
096.	Writer's Choice.	097.	Writer's Choice.	098.	Writer's Choice.	099.	Writer's Choice.	100.	Writer's Choice.