yellowhorde

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing and I make no money from this or any other story I write.
Pairings: 1x2 (implied)
Category: General/Fluff PWP
Rating: PG13
Warning: Mild hentai stuff.
Title: One Man's Junk
Author: yellowhorde
Challenge - Write a story/essay/poem in which one of the G-boys is having or shopping at a yard sale. What stuff is he selling/buying? Keep it at 75 words or less (including the title)
Feel free to send comments/constructive criticism to me at yellowhorde@hotmail.com

( ONE MAN'S JUNK )

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing and I make no money from any fanfic I write. The song “Devil Went Down To Georgia” is sung by The Charlie Daniels Band.
Pairings: 5x4
Category: Songfic, AU
Warnings: Yaoi. There is possibly some Sap and a bit of purple, no doubt.
Rating: R
Title: Devil Went Down To Georgia
Author: yellowhorde
Note: This story is for Rossana Fireglass who issued this songfic challenge at Infinity Base back around January 2nd 2002. ACK! Thanks for your patience and I hope you get many more entries! I am so sorry it took so long to get this finished!

The requirements of were as follows:

1. Quatre must play the role of Johnny (but I could have anyone I want play the Devil.)
2. I HAVE to included the following lines:
"I think this might be a little bit unfair for you. After all, I have a longer bow."
"Do you just go sitting on fence posts for fun?"
"Is that all you got left? I still got a good couple more measures left in me."
And last but certainly NOT least...
"You're kidding me, right? A guy like you could make a fortune on the Vegas circuit. Get a chorus line and a pair of leather pants tighter than skin and you've got it made!"
// Song lyrics//
(Thoughts)
Also, I must thank Crispy Druid for providing the lyrics for the song. It’s been AGES since I heard it played over the airwaves! Oh, I cleaned them up a little. The little squiggly red and green lines were driving me insane! ^^’

( Devil Went Down to Georgia )

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing and I make no money from this or any other story I write so don't sue cause more often than not I'm flat broke.
Pairings: 1+2 3+4
Category: General/Humor
Warnings: Sometimes I reach deep down into my twisted mind and come up with things like THIS! Be afraid! Be VERY afraid! Lol
Rating: PG
Title: Space Cadet
Author: yellowhorde
Note: This is for the Infinity Base November 2002 Mini Contest 11-8 to 11- 15. The challenge is to write a fic that has to do with taking a chance or a dare. I don't know if this story meets that criteria but it's the best I could come up with on such short notice. It's even 1,500 words exactly - if you don't include the disclaimers or the title. *^-^*


SPACE CADET
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or its characters and I make no money with any of my stories.
Pairings: None
Category: General
Warnings: None
Ratings: PG
Title: A Taste of Home
Author: yellowhorde
Status: Finished
Feel free to send any comments/constructive criticisms to me at yellowhorde@hotmail.com
Notes: This was inspired by a fanfic contest. It could be any category, angst, drama, lemon, but it had to have something to do with China, and it could be no more than 1,500 words. (Which is rather hard for me…) If you don’t include the disclaimers and the title, I just managed to squeeze in under the limit! Go me!

( A TASTE OF HOME )

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing and I make no money from this or any other fanfic I write.
Pairings: 1xR, 2xH, 3x4, 5xS, and 6x9
Category: General/Humor maybe…
Rating: PG
Warnings: None that I can think of. Not for those with weak stomachs I guess…
Title: The Baby Shower
Author: yellowhorde


( THE BABY SHOWER )

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing and I make no money from this or any fanfics I write.
Pairing: Dorothy + Relena (unrequited)
Category: Angst
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Shoujo Ai
Title: Waiting To Fall
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This is for the Infinity Base November 2002 Mini Contest 11/1 - 11/8 2002. It could be no longer than 100 words. ^^'. I've had this idea in my head since July but I still haven't done anything with it.


( WAITING TO FALL )

LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT


I want you to hurt

I want you to bleed

I want you to suffer!

But you have denied me

As I have denied myself the pleasure

Of hearing your screams of anguish

My hands slicked in your blood

But was it human kindness that stayed my blade?

No.

Mercy?

NO.

Forgiveness?

HELL NO!!!

I never forgive and I never forget

Ever

My own cowardice has denied me

Fear of reprisal has stilled if not quenched my rage

See, I'm not so far gone yet, am I?

The punishment bothers me more than the crime.

I'm not so far gone, am I?

Am I?

Revenge.

Justice.

These things will never be mine.

But I can laugh.

I can sing.

I can and sometimes do cry, though not very often

I can and WILL dance on the freshly turned dirt of your grave

If not today, then tomorrow or the next day¦

Another day¦

Someday¦

So let's drink a toast to Death together

You and I

For Death WILL come

Like a thief in the night

Wrapped in the cloak of oblivion

Forever and Always

Amen

Cheers!

MONSTERS

I have no fear of the night
For monsters walk in broad daylight
With blood red claws
And dripping jaws
Lustful gaze and lecherous mind
To steal and shatter, kill and grind
Stalk, hunt, trap and lure
Stealing away trust, hope, innocence pure
The taste of fear, the slick of blood
Heedless of pleas, of tears that flood
Cries of pain on deaf ears fall
To unfeeling God the wounded call
Innocence shattered the victim will hide
To bury her shame, to purge her mind
But the taint remains and slowly her soul will die
The awful truth she can no longer deny
That the world is full of darkest night
Even while the sun casts its wholesome light
And to the shadows cast the beast then flies
To hide himself once more in human guise

Yes, I will be putting various haiku here inspired by my so-called job! Thanks for the inspiration, Alasayia!
On to the poems...

Concerning messy cheapskates...

This room is a sty
Dirty clothes, trash everywhere
As usual, no tips


Sweeping...

Forever sweeping
'Swish!' The broom whispers to me
My mind...going...numb...


Maps...

Harvey, Nebraska?
Now, do I LOOK like a map?
Go ask the front desk!


Hungry!

Like thunder rumbling
Stomach wakes and I wonder
"Is it lunch time YET?!"


Yup, you may or may not have guessed that I am a housekeeper...more or less...I clean the hotel common areas instead of the guest rooms, but I'm still just a housekeeper. Rabid Dust Bunnies...BEWARE!

As I settle myself into my accustomed seat

They magically, smoothly appear as if out of nowhere

Amber eyes glittering in anticipation

Golden bodies sleek and supple

Voices raised in supplication

As they stalk ever closer

I realize that all may soon be lost

They pounce

I resist valiantly

I can't give it. I WON'T succumb.

With plaintive cries they beseech me

With rumbling thunder they give assurance

This is what is meant to be

My resolve wavers

My strength of will is no match for their charms

No! No! This is wrong, all wrong.

Two soft warm bodies

One on each shoulder

Reaching, stretching

The last walls of my resistance

Crumble to dust

The cats have won the day

And I have lost my dinner.

Little bastards

But, you've got to love them

In nothing else they are

Persistent.