“A futuristic tale of urban life in Beijing has won a Chinese novelist a top international prize for science fiction, beating out heavyweight Stephen King for the honour.
Hao Jingfang, 32, won the Hugo Award for best novelette with Folding Beijing, a year after another Chinese writer, Liu Cixin, won the best novel prize for The Three-Body Problem, Xinhua reported on the weekend.
Receiving her award in Kansas City, Missouri, Hao said she was not surprised she had won but had also been prepared to lose.
“In Folding Beijing, I have raised a possibility for the future and how we face the challenges of automated production, technological advances, unemployment and economic stagnation,” she said.
Hao said her book offered a solution to those challenges, but she hoped the situations she described would not become reality.
Hao is from Tianjin, and graduated with a physics degree from Tsinghua University in 2006.
The Hugo Awards, established in 1953, are regarded as the highest honour in science fiction and fantasy. They are named after Hugo Gernsback who was the founder of the American science fiction magazineAmazing Stories.”
Sorry for the delay @tolaughistolobe - I had a wild night and spent the rest of today paying for it lol but I got around to writing this one shot for you. I hope you like it! I left some things up to your discretion and imagination.
You woke up to an empty bed and an even emptier apartment, letting a frown sag the corners of your mouth.
He’s never here when I wake up. You thought idly as you unfolded yourself from the tangle of sheets and made your way to the bathroom. You worked your way through your morning routine - throwing your hair up into a sloppy top knot as you washed your face and polished your teeth. You had just finished up when you noticed one of J’s discarded button ups thrown haphazardly on the floor.
You grinned and danced your way over to it, picking it up and bringing it to your nose, inhaling deeply. It smelled like him - Gucci Guilty cologne, gun powder, and sweat. You ran your fingertips affectionately down the fabric, noticing a small spatter of blood near the cuffs.
I wanted to be a reader. I thought everything that needed to be written had already been written or would be. I only wrote the first book because I thought it wasn’t there, and I wanted to read it when I got through.
there is so much that I haven’t done
all the things I’ve read about in books
like laughing so hard I start to cry
or making someone’s heart stop
when they look at me
or maybe swimming out past the buoys
beyond the breaking point of the waves
where some say the water is so calm
it feels like silk on your fingertips
there is so much that I haven’t done
and so much to look forward to
Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 1,162 Warnings: none A/N: Here’s my entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s SPN Celebration Challenge! I was given the prompt SFW 22 and with a little brainstorming help from Nicole this was born. Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback is cool :)
A Trouble Doll is a little doll that you tell your troubles to before you go to bed at night. The doll worries about them all night for you so you can sleep. Give your character a Trouble Doll and write a scene about it. (This would work really well for a horror short story.)
Words: A little under 600
Description: Just a short Dean x reader drabble/imagine I thought of earlier. Completely fluffy. The reader has a hurried plan that she has to execute before Dean arrives.
A pair of shorts might look nice day to day, but for what you’d been doing it wasn’t the best choice. You gulped, looking down to your stcratched legs, blood beading slightly on one of the scrapes close to your ankle. The thorns had been killer on your bare legs but there hadn’t really been time for a change of clothes. When you’d gotten word, thre hadn’t been time to hang around.
“Nothing like those perfect summer legs,” you muttered sarcastically to yourself, shifting the backpack higher on your shoulder. You walked back to the motel as quickly as possible, ignoring the sting from the wind. You had to be quick, Sam had already said Dean would be back soon.
You found the key where he had said it would be, under a nearby rock. You’d scold him later for the lack of originality in his hiding places, but for now you let yourself into the room. Carefully placing the bag on the bed so as not to damage the contents, you looked around trying to think quickly. You had a plan and you needed to do this before Dean got back for this to work properly. If he walked in before you were finished there was going to be far more questions than you wanted.
Grabbing the Tupperware box out of your bag, you prepped the ingredients you’d collected and chucked them into a large mug - it was the closest thing you had to the kind of dish most people would use. Nodding to yourself, determined, you glanced back to the website you’d bookmarked on your phone. Now, the theory of the next bit was easy but since when did theory translate to real life? With a grimace, you pressed the makeshift lid onto the mug and placed it in the microwave. It was close timing as you heard the rumble of the impalas engine but this would only need 2 minutes… fingers crossed.
You watched the dull yellow glow from the microwave as the mug went round and round. Heavy footsteps were approaching now - it just needed a few more seconds. You heard the key enter the lock and you bit your lip just as the microwave ticked down to 3 seconds. Close enough. You yanked the microwave door open, before it could make a noise, grabbing the mug out, and turned to face the front door just as Dean entered.
“Happy Birthday,” You said louding, presenting the cup out to him. You were slightly breathless from the rush but the surprise on his face was enough to make it all worthwhile.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Dean said, eyes wide. He started to smile but then his eyes dropped to the offering in your hands. “Is that…?”
“The closest I could get to home made pie.” You nodded, laughing as you spoke, “A freshly cooked blackberry pie. Berries picked by yours truly less than an hour ago.”
Dean grinned and dumped his bag on the spot, striding over to give you a hug. He practically crushed you, but you didn’t really care.
“Y/N, have I ever told you how much I love you?” He grinned, squeezing you once more before letting go and standing back. He shook his head in disbelief as he took the mug off you, sniffing it and letting out a contented sigh.
“A few times,” you poked your tongue out,“ Now come on, you’ve got to try it, I’ve never made one of these before so I’m dying to see if it worked.”
Normally, Phil loved Dan’s snakebites. The younger got them when he was 16, before he met Phil, inspired by the cool looking emos on MySpace he aspired to be. Phil had never known Dan without the piercings, had only ever seen pictures of him before he got them. They were a part of Dan, and Phil loved them. Normally.
Request(from the prompt list): bucky x reader. 10 22 91 126 144. Thank you xo
“Mother Fucker!” You heard Bucky hiss from the kitchen of Avengers Tower. You toss your magazine aside and walk to the kitchen. You reach the doorway and lean against the frame, with a smirk you pull your phone out of your back pocket and snap a picture of the super solider.
“Watch your language Buckaroo!” You smirk at him, drawing his attention to you. You take his appearance in, he has thumb in his mouth like a toddler and he was wearing your pink cupcake printed apron. He has flour all over his muscular figure, and chocolate smeared on his face.
“What are you doing?” You question him walking over to him, slipping your phone back in your pocket and grabbing the dish towel on the counter as you passed. You begin wiping the chocolate off his cheek gently, smiling slightly as he leaned into your touch.
Bucky sighed and leaned back against the counter, allowing you to continue your work, “I know you had a bad day, I wanted to make you that red velvet cake you like.”
You give him a sweet smile and grab his human hand to look at his thumb. After inspecting it and seeing it was bright red, you move to the freezer to grab an ice pack. Handing it to him you leaned on the other side of the counter mimicking Bucky’s lean. “Thats really sweet Buck.”
“Yeah well, you deserve it. Also don’t tell anyone I am sweet, it will ruin my bad boy image.” He says a grin gracing his face. He takes off the apron and tosses it to the counter where you stood, his eyes never leaving your form.
“My lips are sealed, I promise.” You say pulling your phone out of your pocket. “But you know, they say a picture is worth a thousand words.” You hold your phone out so he can see the picture you had snapped of him.
His eyes grew wide, dropping his ice pack he walked towards you, “You aren’t going to show that to anyone are you?”
You pretended to ponder your answer, before letting a big smile grace your face. “I don’t know. I could or I couldn’t”
You stratigically move yourself so that you have moved your body just out of Bucky’s reach and gave yourself an opening to the door. Bucky turned watching your movements with his own smile. His blue eyes roaming your face for a direct answer. “I didn’t hear a no.”
“Thats right you didn’t. Which means-” You take a giant step back and turn to run out of the room, “I WILL” Your squeals of laughter followed you out of the room and Bucky wasted no time in chasing behind you.
“DELETE IT. NOW!” He yells chasing you down the hall. He is about to reach you and his fingers just graze your shirt, before you jump in the open elevator. The door of the elevator shuts not allowing him to reach you. Bucky removes his hand quickly, as not to get it caught and begins running towards the stairs.
You press the down button hoping that Bucky is going to run up the stairs instead of down. You knew he wouldn’t give up till he caught you, it wasn’t in his nature. The doors opened on the 5th floor, you peer out cauiously from the back of the elevator. Just as you were about to run out of the elevator Bucky comes out of nowhere and grabs your hips pushing you back against the back wall of the elevator.
“This is where you impress me, right?” You ask him chin held high looking him in the eyes. He looks confused for a moment before slamming his mouth onto yours. You immediatly respond dropping your phone and grabbing his neck and placing your other hand on his chest.
Finally he releases you so you can both breathe, you let out a small laugh and say, “Well that was impressive.”
He lets out a chuckle, nudging your nose with his and uttered, “What was? The cake, the running, or the kiss?” You laughed out loud and with a thoughtful look, you shrugged and grasped his neck to kiss him again.