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Offline Saxy

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Re: TKC Holiday Writing Contest: "The Gift of..." Theme
« Reply #60 on: December 28, 2012, 08:59:31 PM »
Title: Nightmares and Daydreams
Author: Saxy
Rating: K
Word Count: 878
Pairings: Bora
Summary: After Korra and Mako rescued Bolin from "The Revelation" equalist rally, Bolin has nightmares of Amon and Korra probably thinking he's a wimp. Thanks to Pabu and a random fangirl, he decides to give Korra a thank-you gift that secretly doubles as a way back to her heart.
Nightmares and Daydreams (click to show/hide)“AHHH!”

Bolin bolted upright in his bed. Long streams of sweat dripped down his face. His entire body felt like it was on fire, yet a chill ran up and down the young earth bender’s spine. He was panting harder than he usually did in the heat of a probending match.

Pabu awoke from his owner’s scream and let out a yelp of his own. Pabu’s hair stood on edge as if he got too close to Mako after he practiced some bending lightning. He ran from the foot of Bolin’s bed to sit on his best friend’s lap. Bolin pet his fire ferret, stroking it up and down to smooth its fur while he caught his breath. Pabu chirped at him as if to say, “Hey, what’s the big idea?”

“It’s alright, Pabu. It was only a nightmare,” Bolin rationalized. But was he trying to reassure his pet, or himself? Pabu cocked his cute little triangular head to the side like a therapist encouraging his patient to continue. Bolin let out a deep sigh. “That weird old creepy mask dude was stalking my dream. I swear Pabu, that red dot on his head could stare into my soul! It was creep to the eee!” he said loudly and dramatically. Pabu shrunk back; terror filled his little black eyes.

“Sorry for waking you, bro,” Bolin said in the general direction of the bed across the attic. There was no answer. Bolin turned and saw that Mako’s bed was empty; his sheets and comforter were at the edge of the bed. Sunlight was starting to peak out over the horizon. “Mr. Tough Guy probably went to the gym. He’s even more uptight now that we have a chance at the winnings, eh Pabu?” The fire ferret nodded his red furry head in agreement. “Well, I need my beauty rest. I can’t take a face like this for granted. ‘Night.” Bolin wrapped himself in the covers again and rest his head on his old pillow. The silence in the attic lasted all of one minute before Bolin sat back up and said, “nope, not gonna happen.”

Pabu picked his head up and let out a little sound to say, “speak for yourself.” The fire ferret curled up and put his head down. Just when he shut his eyes, Bolin scooped him up. The earth bender stood next to the window and put Pabu on his shoulder. The fire ferret ran up to the top of his head. The dynamic duo gazed out the window, facing Airbender Island. Bolin thought about the beautiful Korra’s face sleeping peacefully. Pabu thought about his next meal.

After thoughts of the young Avatar swirled through his mind, like they often did, Bolin realized he had a problem. The love-struck teen let out a deep sigh. Pabu peered at him from on top of his head, hanging his face in front of Bolin’s. “Uhh Pabu, what am I going to do? Korra had to save me from that equalist rally of doom. Not cool. I’m supposed to be the one rescuing damsels from distress, not the other way around. She probably thinks I’m king of the chumps.”

Pabu leaped from atop his owner’s head and landed on the windowsill. He faced Bolin while he stood on his hindquarters. The fire ferret flexed like Bolin trained him to do so they could have posing contests. “Eh, I’m not in the mood for one today, buddy.”
Pabu chittered back to say, “Suit yourself.” The little fire ferret jumped off the windowsill into the apartment and made a beeline for a box under Bolin’s bed. Pabu struggled to pull it out with his teeth; the white box was three times his size. Bolin bent over and helped the little guy take out the box. Pabu opened it. The box contained twelve miniature cakes. The night before, one of Bolin’s crazy fangirls gave it to him as a token of admiration. Originally there were thirty-six treats, but Bolin and Pabu treated themselves the night before.

Pabu had his mouth opened wide, ready to bite into a delicate treat, when he was interrupted by Bolin yelling, “You’re a genius!” He turned his head to Bolin and gave him a little glare. Bolin took no notice and cuddled his pet while Pabu chirped in protest. “I’ll give a cake to Korra as a thank you gift for saving me! Girls like that stuff, right? Of course they do! And I can bring her  a flower and be my adorable self and she’ll fall in love with me and we’ll go on a date and have beautiful probending children together- it’s perfect!”

Bolin set Pabu back on the floor. Pabu went directly back to the box and began calculating which one would be tastiest so he could eat it first. By the time he decided, Bolin had already thrown a shirt on and he picked up Pabu again. The fire ferret let out a little cry. “No time for snacks, Pabu. We gotta go pick out some flowers. Once I hop on the love train, there’s no stopping me.” As they walked out the door, Bolin hummed a jazzy love song he heard on the radio while Pabu gazed longingly at the cakes.


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Re: TKC Holiday Writing Contest: \"The Gift of...\" Theme
« Reply #61 on: December 28, 2012, 09:01:11 PM »
PSU, Spruce, and Saxy! Thank you for contributing your very good stories to this, the first ever, TKC competition! XD
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I would love for you all to see the companion art piece for my story that team-megan made for the critical scene in my story.  She did so wonderfully!

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Re: TKC Holiday Writing Contest: "The Gift of..." Theme
« Reply #62 on: December 28, 2012, 09:05:10 PM »
Love the artwork! I'm still going through people's stories. Like Noodles, I don't like to read other contest entries before I do my own.


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Re: TKC Holiday Writing Contest: "The Gift of..." Theme
« Reply #63 on: December 28, 2012, 09:09:04 PM »
Same here. It's one of the topics I will be covering in my 10 fan Writing Lessons section of TKC (lesson #3 open now on Research).

Hope you enjoy all of them Saxy. :)
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Re: TKC Holiday Writing Contest: "The Gift of..." Theme
« Reply #64 on: December 28, 2012, 09:22:07 PM »
That art is awesome!

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Re: TKC Holiday Writing Contest: \"The Gift of...\" Theme
« Reply #65 on: December 29, 2012, 05:46:26 AM »
Title: Precious
Author: Cassidy Alice
Rating: T
Summary: Gifts come in all different shapes, sizes, and forms but sometimes, the best gifts are the simplest ones or the ones that come from the heart.

Note/Disclaimer (click to show/hide) Well, as usual I've cut it close. I hope this isn't too rushed and is decent. And, regretabbly, I don't own anything. ^^'

Precious (click to show/hide)
Katara awoke to a warm, golden sunlight spilling into the bedroom. Turning over onto her side, she buried her face in her pillow and wrapped the mass of thick blankets tightly around herself to ward off the chilly autumn air that seemed to seep in from the cracks. The other side of the bed was empty as usual and, sighing to herself, Katara threw back the covers and stood up, with the intention of finding her husband. Normally, Katara loved this time of year, for the flurry of activity kept her busy and occupied, and there was nothing quite as fun as celebrating a string of holidays, starting with their anniversary, one after another. In years past, their celebrations had been grand; there was always some party to attend or some gathering to host. But this year was different. With the construction of Air Temple Island and Republic City underway, Katara doubted there would be much celebrating going on. Aang was under a lot of pressure to get several things done before winter set in and Katara herself hadn’t been feeling well, lately. Both of them had been far too tired to really think about the upcoming festivities, but now that she had a moment to herself, Katara wondered what they would do.
   
I don’t suppose Aang would want to do much of anything other than sleep, she mused, throwing back the blankets and stumbling out of bed to get ready. It was true the airbender had been working rather hard lately. Even though plans for Republic City were coming along smoothly, there was still quite a bit of work to be done and, Katara noted rather ruefully, Aang was looking rather frazzled and stressed out.
   
By the time Katara had finished her morning routine and wandered to the kitchen for breakfast, Aang was clearing away the remnants of his meal. Already dressed and with a bundle of papers in one hand, the airbender seemed ready to leave and Katara suppressed a sigh, recalling that the airbender had mentioned something about a three day journey to the Fire Nation to discuss something with Zuko. She’d completely forgotten about that until now.
   
“Leaving so soon?” She asked, smiling sadly at Aang.
   
He nodded, smiling apologetically. “The sooner I leave, the sooner I’ll come back,” he reminded her, gently kissing her forehead.
   
Katara sighed. “I suppose so. I just wish you wouldn’t work so hard.”
   
“It’s only for a little while longer,” he pointed out, grinning. Katara couldn’t resist smiling along with him. “Things will settle down soon. You’ll see.”
   
“I know,” the waterbender said, wrapping her arms around him. “But this place is so boring without you. I’ll have nothing to do but chores and watching the construction crew build the temple. It’s not much fun.”
   
“I can imagine,” Aang said, hugging her close. “But I promise I’ll be back in time for our anniversary and we can do something fun the day after.”

“Goodness knows we need it,” Katara laughed. “We haven’t done anything exciting since the summer solstice, when we travelled to Kyoshi, and that was months ago.”

Aang chuckled. “I know. Maybe we could go back to the South Pole or Ba Sing Se, or perhaps…”

“Why don’t you get this meeting over with first?” Katara suggested, laughing softly. “Then we can worry about where we go.”

“Good idea. I suppose I’d better get going, huh?”

Katara nodded. “Yeah, I guess so, if you ever want to come back on time.”

“You’re sure you’ll be okay by yourself? You don’t look so good.”

Katara playfully stuck her tongue out at him. “I’ll be fine. I’m a healer; I’ll live. If anything happens, I’ll be sure to ask the Acolytes for help.”

The Avatar leaned down to kiss his wife. “I’ll be back soon. Try and stay out of trouble,” he teased.

Katara grinned. “I’ll try, but no promises,” she retorted. Aang’s musical laugh echoed in her ears as he airbent himself on Appa. And, with a wave and a gust of wind, he was gone.

Katara wandered slowly back into the house, feeling rather lonely and dejected all of a sudden. She would have gone with Aang in a heartbeat, but the way she was feeling, she didn’t know if she could last half the flight to the Fire Nation. Besides, she’d have been of no use on the trip and, in any case, she had a better reason for staying behind: their anniversary. It was but three days away and she’d yet to find something suitable to give Aang. Although it was their second anniversary and neither of them really felt the need to make a big deal about it, Katara wanted to give Aang something special. What that something special was, she hadn’t quite figured out yet.

Somewhere among the clouds, speeding over the azure waters of the ocean, a certain airbender was doing the same thing. With their anniversary only three days away, Aang knew he had little time to get Katara a gift. It certainly didn’t help that he had very little time to look for something special and that he had no idea what that special something would be. Accordingly, when he found some free time between meetings to wander to the market, he had no idea where to begin looking for a suitable present. There was always jewelry, but Katara didn’t wear much and didn’t seem to care for it. There were plenty of fancy dresses to choose from, but Aang didn’t want rely on his taste; he knew nothing of dresses and the latest styles and much rather preferred Katara to pick out something she liked. So, after an hour of wandering about, he returned to Zuko’s palace empty handed and unwillingly to sit through more tedious meetings regarding the construction of the new city.

The meeting was a long, drawn out affair in which nearly every type of official under the sun had gathered to voice concerns regarding construction. Aang had never been involved with building a city before, so he was slightly taken aback by the sheer amount of people involved in the project, but was glad for the help nonetheless. He and Zuko weren’t very knowledgeable about the subject despite doing some reading, so it certainly helped having numerous others to advise them. Of course, with so many officials, it was always a chore to get anything done and what little time the airbender had to look for a gift for his wife was cut even shorter.

Admittedly, it wasn’t until the day of his departure that Aang found time to return to the market to find something suitable for Katara. He still hadn’t the faintest idea what to give her, so he spent a good two hours wandering around and glancing at items in shops and stalls. He had all but given up getting something for her when a something caught his eye. Making his way to a small shop tucked between two fruit vendors, the airbender ducked into the entryway to inspect a small glass figurine of the Painted Lady, no doubt sculpted by firebending. The glass was stained to resemble her outfit and her face was painted with familiar designs. Smiling softly to himself, the airbender purchased it without a second thought, feeling rather pleased with himself. He couldn’t wait to see Katara’s reaction and spent the entire flight back picturing just how happy she’d be to see the familiar figurine.

Back on Air Temple Island, Katara herself was feeling rather cheerful. The past three days had been spent conversing with the Acolytes and pouring over the few old and incomplete books Aang had managed to salvage from the Air Temples, to perfect a fruit pie. After hours spent in the kitchen each day, she was pleased to note she could make a decent fruit pie. Smiling to herself, Katara set to work, making a new pie. This one, unlike the others she had baked previously, would be her gift to Aang and she worked tirelessly to make sure it was perfect. Thus, when Aang finally landed on Air Temple Island, he was quite surprised Katara wasn’t there to greet him. It wasn’t until she had set the pie in the oven to bake and when she heard Aang call her name that she rushed out to greet him.

“I’m so glad you’re back,” she laughed, smiling up at him. “Happy anniversary!”

Aang simply laughed in response and kissed her.

“I brought you a present,” he said, smiling at her.

“It’ll have to wait until after dinner,” Katara said. “You look like you could use a good meal.”

Aang chuckled. “Yeah, I probably could.”

Their dinner was a quick, simple meal. Katara admitted that after working so long on her present, she hadn’t been up to making an extravagant meal, but Aang reassured her that he much rather preferred a small, simple meal than something grand that required a lot of work and left Katara exhausted.

“Besides,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “The sooner we finish, the sooner I can give you your present.”

Katara simply laughed and allowed him to help her clear the table.

When their meal was finally finished, Aang presented her with an oddly shaped package. Katara stared at it quizzically before her gaze flicked back up to meet her husband’s.

“I found it in the Fire Nation,” he said, grinning at her. Katara slowly undid the wrappings and was shocked at what she found. Resting against the wrapping paper, were shards of broken glass, some stained and others painted. The only recognizable feature was the smiling face of the Painted Lady, staring back at her.

“It was supposed to be a statue of the Painted Lady,” Aang said dejectedly, once he had gotten over the shock of finding his gift shattered into a hundred different pieces. “I should have taken better care of it. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Katara said, hugging him. “I’m sure it wasn’t your fault. All the same, I really appreciate.”

Aang gave her a sad smile.

“I have something that might cheer you up,” the waterbender said, disappearing into the kitchen. Aang heard the clanging of several utensils and a groan of frustration from Katara before she walked back into the room with something dark brown in her hands.

“What is it?” Aang wondered, staring quizzically at the dish she had placed before him.

Katara looked glum. “It was supposed to be a fruit pie, but I burnt it,” she sighed, burying her face in her hands. “I was so glad you were back, I guess I forgot about taking it out of the oven on time. I’m sorry.”

The airbender gently removed her hands from her face and offered her a comforting smile. “Don’t be. They’re not easy to get right, but I’m sure it was delicious. I’m just sorry I have nothing to give you for our anniversary.”

Katara blinked. “But you have, Aang.”

“I know, but it was broken.”

“No, silly. Not the statue,” she said. “You’ve given me so much more.”

“What do you mean?” Aang asked.

Katara laughed softly. “When I was little, I remember watching my mom and dad and wondering if anyone could and would ever love me the way they loved each other. It wasn’t until after we won the war that I realized maybe someone could. As cheesy as it sounds, your love is the greatest gift of all and, when I have that, some silly little figurine hardly matters at all.”

Aang chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. “You’ve always had it.”

“You know,” Katara said, looking rather thoughtful all of a sudden. “There’s more.”

“Is there?” Aang wondered.

Katara nodded. “If we’re going to be all cheesy and sentimental, there is.”

“And what is it?”

“Sokka’s actually pointed it out to me. He says you make me laugh more than I ever did before. He thinks I’m too chipper now.”

“Well, I’m glad. Seeing you smile and laugh is much better than anything else.”

Katara grinned. “There’s one other thing.”

“And what would that be?”

“The gift of life.”

The waterbender wriggled out of his grasp and hurried off to their room, with Aang following close behind. He was trying to make sense of what she had meant, but its significance wasn’t revealed until she placed something soft in his hands. It was a partially sown little frock, the kind mothers generally used on young infants and the airbender’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Is this…do you mean…are you…are we really…?” He stammered.

Katara nodded, beaming up at him.

“Katara, that’s wonderful!” He exclaimed, picking her up and twirling her around. The waterbender’s musical laugh echoed throughout the chamber.

“You’ve already given me so much,” Katara said, smiling sincerely. “I don’t need anything else, so please don’t feel bad about the broken statue.”

“Only if you don’t feel bad about the fruit pie,” he replied. “Honestly, this is a better gift. How long have you known?”

“Only recently,” she admitted. “I guess it took me a while to realize it. I wasn’t really ill; just suffering from morning sickness.”

“I’m glad it wasn’t something more severe.”

Katara smiled. For a while, the two of them lapsed into a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the sound of broken glass clinking. Katara watched the airbender fiddle with a few pieces he’d found and suppressed a laugh.

“Don’t worry about that,” she said, taking the pieces away from him. “I honestly don’t mind that it’s broken. Like I said, you’ve already given me so much. I couldn’t possibly need anything more when everyday with you is a gift.”

“You really feel that way?”

Katara nodded. “I do,” she said, sincerely.

“I thought I was the only one,” the Avatar admitted. “I’m convinced I’m the luckiest person alive.”

“You can’t be. I am.”

Aang playfully stuck out his tongue. “Are not.”

“Am too.”

Aang pretended to pout and Katara laughed.

“In all seriousness though,” she said. “I really do believe I am. Sometimes, I think I wouldn’t even mind not having a roof over my head or food in my stomach as long as I have you. It sounds so cheesy when I say it, but I believe it all the same.”

“The feeling’s mutual then,” the airbender said, lacing his fingers with hers. “I don’t suppose anything would really matter as long as we have each other. But, for the sake of our baby, I’d like to keep a roof over our heads, if it’s all the same to you.”

Katara giggled. “A wise idea,” she murmured, yawning softly. “I’m glad you’re back, Aang.”

“Me too.”

Again, a comfortable silence descended upon them and Katara, feeling rather tired suddenly, crawled into bed. Aang, who had followed suit, realized she was probably exhausted after all she had done for their anniversary and thought about finishing some of the chores for her, but he didn’t really feel like getting up at the moment. In any case, Katara looked rather pensive and the airbender was curious as to what she was thinking about.

“Something wrong?” he wondered.

Katara shook her head. “Not at all. I was just marveling how presents come in all sorts of forms. When I was little, I dreamed of living in giant house and marrying some waterbender who was devoted to me and having lots of little waterbending kids. None of it came true, but I don’t care.”

“What does that have to do with presents?” Aang asked, slightly confused.

“None of it came true, because of a gift I got.”

Aang raised an eyebrow. “Who gave you this gift and what was it?”

She shrugged. “The spirits perhaps? Fate? Who knows? But it was the greatest gift of all: a strange boy in an iceberg.”

“I don’t know whether I should be flattered that you consider me your greatest gift or insulted that you called me strange,” Aang teased.

“Either way, it was the greatest gift I’ve gotten,” Katara said, nestling against him. “I wouldn’t trade you for the world.”

Aang simply smiled. It was funny how gifts came in all sorts of forms. Growing up, the only gifts he’d seen had been of the wrapped variety, the kind given to loved ones on special occasions. But, as Katara had said, life was a gift. Every day he spent with her, every memory they made and every moment they shared was special, a treasure to be cherished forever. Aang had gotten a lot of gifts in his lifetime, but each and every one paled in comparison to Katara’s love. There had never been and never would be any gift more valuable to him that that and he knew Katara felt the same. And, as he watched her drift into a peaceful slumber beside him, he knew it would always be so.

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Great work, everyone! All the entries were lovely and such fun to read! You're not ever going to make voting easy, are you? ^-^
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