|The One Hundred Moments Project
Author: OstentatiousNature PM
One writer's quest to capture one hundred moments. Also follow me on my blog LINK INSIDE!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Chapters: 29 - Words: 12,031 - Reviews: 41 - Favs: 18 - Follows: 13 - Updated: 07-18-10 - Published: 02-25-10 - id: 5775764
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Hello and welcome to my new thing: The One Hundred Moments Project.
This is where I pick a fandom and attempt to write one hundred little drabble fanfictions about it using a list of one hundred prompts I have on my computer thanks to "The Ultimate FanFic Challenge 2010".
For an easier way to navigate (and prettier graphics) you can also follow me on my blog at
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(I spelled it out because otherwise it doesn't show up)
For the first installment I have chosen PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS!
Well, there's my spiel! On with the fun, right?
Prompt # 001 – Beginnings
THE PATH LESS TRAVELED
Time Frame: The Titan's Curse – Chapter Three
"It is important to honor our beginnings, to remember that we matter and that we have a place in this world that no one else has"
I remember that day. The scent of hot chocolate, and the warmth of the air.
I remember how it felt to sit on that rug and feel the power all around me. Decisions, decisions, but I wanted it too badly.
I could feel the world before me—on the edge of which I was teetering. To leave my brother, to leave my self-less, horrible, miserable life behind: I was too much to pass up.
What really drew me was a chance to finally begin a new—to scramble up from the dark sandpit my life and become and know there was something else.
The magic, the splendor, the power, the hot chocolate…
That was not the point.
I wanted to be something different, something new—anything, anything other than what I had been living—finally a place to belong!
My lips moved, my heart soared, the lights flared. I saw him, the boy with the black hair and green eyes looking horror struck at me but I didn't care.
Whatever I had done, whoever I had betrayed—that was all behind me.
I had chosen my path.
And I took off running without second glance.