Fanacrusis is what I call it when I post a 101-word story as a response to the anacrusis lj-feed. This time it was because Brendan said "I don't know, man, I get the feeling she could do something about it if she wanted."

FANACRUSIS - Miranda

Miranda’s head feels like it’s about to explode – her brain telling her that her skull just got pierced by a nail directly contradicts the lack of nails in her vicinity. And the lack of bats. She stumbles, wincing as she feels the next swing coming. In vain, she tries to redirect it to someone, anyone-

Then she blacks out.

Four days and one wad of cash later, she winces at invisible bruises and mutters the incantation: pulls herself out of the loop entirely.

In another two hours she’s surrounded by empty shot glasses, trying to cry but finding herself completely unable.

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I've done some others before - I guess I'll post them sooner or later, too.

EDIT: Continued!

Zeke

Zeke puts his plate in the dishwasher and discovers that he’s even hungrier than when he started. He sighs, and takes another plate into the spare room where Miranda is rocking back and forth, pricking her fingertip absent-mindedly with a sliver of metal. Zeke winces.

“Here,” he says, leaving dinner by the bed. “You should eat something.”

“Not,” she replies, “hungry.”

“Yes, but I am,” Zeke explains. “And I just ate.” He winces again. “You know, you really shouldn’t do that.”

Miranda stares at the blood oozing from her finger. “I’m hurting no-one but myself,” she murmurs, starting on her thumb.