I know this comm's been quiet for months, but I just came up with this and couldn't resist. I got sick of the wing-colour argument; the book does say angel and demon wings are the same, but it never says either sides' have to be any specific colour. Also, reference to the Cthulhu Mythos Hastur (a.k.a. The King in Yellow) because I will never get tired of that. X-posted to lower_tadfield.

Title: Wings.
Author: chelonianmobile
Rating: G.
Words: 100.

Demon wings are the same as angel wings. But no two sets of wings on either side are exactly the same.

Beelzebub and Metatron bore flames instead of feathers, red and gold.

Azrael’s were wing-shaped holes in space, star-sprinkled.

Hastur, since the incident at Arkham, had become famous among demonologists for his wings; brimstone yellow. Ligur’s were shadowy grey. Vague memories of gold and silver wings occasionally nagged at Crowley.

As he sat beside Aziraphale, the angel’s white wings brushed against Crowley’s black. One like pearl, the other like an oil slick. Both shone with rainbows, in the right light.

Okee-dokee! The Murder challenge has finally come to an end. Thank you to those that participated!

This week's challenge is: Grief. Have fun!

~ for the 'Murder' challenge.

Thunderclouds gathered over the field, as if at the drawing of a furrowed brow. The first fat drops began to fall, raising small clouds of dust where they hit the sun-baked ground and mingling with the red stain of blood, making it glisten.

Heedless of the rain, Aziraphale stood unseen in the centre of the field, eyes fixed on the place Cain had disappeared back into the trees. "How could you?" he murmured.

"Don't look at me," came an indignant hiss from the stubble near his feet. "I fear they're going to be rather more inventive than we ever expected."

Okay! The Resurrection challenge has come to an end. Thank you very much to leatherdykeuk and possibly_thrice for your wonderful drabbles. It's been great seeing some life brought back to this community again.

This week's new challenge is: Murder. Have fun! :)

For the prompt 'resurrection'. None of the funny bits belong to me.

It was a bright and tastelessly pink dawn.

This was pure luck. For every deity who gets a rosy-fingered sunrise when his Son unstiffens on the slab, dozens rot under thunderheads while the Yggdrasil clocks up symbolic-number-of-days-spent-carrying-a-corpse.

Still, the two glowing figures in the graveyard derived some satisfaction from it.

Satisfaction, tempered by impatience.

"Where is he?"

"Aziraphale's always late."

A meaningful pause.

"It doesn't matter, anyway."

"Oh?"

"New orders," explained the other, pointing at the Words written on the sky, which read as follows:

Okay! By popular demand we shall do weekly prompts in place of actual challenges for team points. I would love to have some suggestions for weekly themes, so feel free to leave a comment.

But for now, this week's prompt is, appropriately: Resurrection. A new one will be posted next Wednesday. Enjoy! I look forward to seeing what you all come up with!

I'm not sure how many people will see this entry, as it has been a very, very long time since any activity has taken place. I sincerely apologise for my part in neglecting this community. In between moving to another country, getting married, and settling into a new culture, this community was lost along the way.

But today, I decided it was time to resurrect go100.

I would like some opinions/suggestions for breathing new life into our little community again. I was thinking about just nixing the teams/points thing and just posting a weekly theme for everyone to try out... But I'm not so sure... Ideas?

Anyway, I hope this entry is seen by a good majority of our members and word gets around. As soon as a decision about the future of the teams/points has been made, I will post a theme/challenge.

If you have any questions please do not hesitate to contact me.

I look forward to seeing some wonderful drabbles. :)

Title: A Sacrifice Too Far
Author: dreya_uberwald
Words: 100
Rating: G
Challenge: Deprivation
Points: Crowley & Aziraphale


As the torment dragged on the angel’s mental state continued to deteriorate.

“It’s dreadful, dear boy, just dreadful,” he muttered, as the torturously slow minutes ticked by. “I feel almost as though I’m standing on the edge of a terrible abyss.”

The demon, gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. If he could have spared his angelic friend from this cruel, unusual and seemingly never-ending deprivation he would have done.

“I must be strong though. I must endure.”

Crowley shook his head and gave a sigh. “Aziraphale, why on earth did you decide to give up tea for lent?”

Title: Healthy Competition
Author: migratory
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Challenge: Deprivation
Points: The Horsepeople

As fast as Pestilence could kill people by bringing them things, he couldn't beat Famine. All that smug bastard had to do was arrange shortages. One drought early in the season and he could sit back and watch them die, while Pestilence had to get up on the middle of the night and lurk by water pumps.
And he was sure Famine had been involved in that 1666 fiasco. Smug, cheating bastard.

DO I DETECT YOUR HAND IN THIS?
War merely smiled.
Death rolled eyes he didn't technically have. YOU DO REALISE HOW MUCH EXTRA WORK YOU'VE MADE FOR ME?