I hope I'm doing this right, it's been such a long time since I've used a forum like this, especially menewsha. Ok, so here's a list of words I grabbed off of a live journal entry. I have completed the first two.

A 100 Theme List
Huzzah! Our first post! Our first post! Well, not that anyone is actually here to enjoy this, but we present thee with a nice list of 100 Themes for thine inspiration. Enjoy. ^^


100 Themes 01

1. Bite
2. Green Pen
3. First Flower
4. A Beautiful Day
5. Water
6. Jars --WIP using both themes
7. Buttons
8. Silence
9. Trash
10. Chain
11. Rain of blossoms
12. Chapstick/lip balm
13. Cards
14. Quiz
15. Fans
16. Fish
17. Smile
18. Chocolate
19. Scissors
20. Pillows
21. Jacket/Blanket
22. Glare
23. Jealousy
24. Misunderstood
25. Holiday
26. Bell
27. Dog
28. Bridge
29. Minute
30. Flying
31. Bird
32. Cloud
33. Umbrella
34. Snow
35. Singing
36. Square
37. Curtain
38. Popular
39. Rubbish
40. Jellyfish
41. Circle
42. Matches
43. Deception
44. Paper
45. Heart
46. Color
47. Moonlight
48. Death
49. Candle
50. 50%
51. Obsessive Compulsive
52. Technology Challenged
53. Lurk
54. Stalk
55. Doom
56. Butterfly
57. Check
58. Make up
59. I feel pretty
60. Clock
61. Midnight
62. Cocoa
63. Tinsel
64. Spiffy
65. Spilled Ink
66. Paw prints
67. Cute
68. Mess
69. I’m coming
70. Late
71. Missed
72. Spellcheck
73. Mail
74. Tied up
75. Nails
76. Small terror
77. Spider
78. Wine/champagne
79. Cross-dressing
80. Instruction Manual
81. Confetti
82. Glitter
83. Shiny objects
84. Rebirth
85. Marbles
86. Lamp post
87. Charcoal
88. Markers
89. Scribbling
90. Board games
91. Love
92. Sibling
93. Coffee
94. Sticky
95. Sweet
96. Sour
97. Hyper
98. Apathy & Empathy
99. Lost cell phone
100. Happily Ever After

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"BITE"

Deidre sat in the chair beside the open window, staring wistfully into the rain. It was getting late and she'd been waiting for what seemed like a very long time. Tears glistened on her cheeks and blurred her vision as she attempted to sew the hem on her gown and she put down her sewing in frustration. A slight breeze drifted through the window, carrying on it's back the slight strains of a passerby, singing as they walked along the dusty path. She shivered, and pulling her shawl around her shoulders, stood to pull the shutters closed. He would not be home tonight. Again. As she leaned out the window and grasped the latch on the shutters the singing faltered and a little old woman stepped from the shadows on the road into the glow of candlelight emanating through the window. "Do not be startled, sweet lady" The woman said softly.

Deidre jumped and dropped the latch, the shutter clattering loudly against the house. She stepped back and observed the old woman. She seemed very very old, and her eyes sparkled with untold experiences. Her hair was worn down, softly about her face and she was dressed all in black. The woman smiled. "Forgive me my dear, I did not mean to startle you. I was on my way home when I saw you reach out the window and thought perhaps I might stop in and dry the rain from my clothes for a moment." She held up a covered basket that she had been wearing on her arm. "I have some pretty little odds and ends for sale, if you would like to see them. Perhaps I have something that may cheer you up."

Deidre thought for a second, then nodded. "It is very cold outside, please come in and I shall add another stick to the fire so that you may warm yourself." She unlatched the door and let the old woman in, then shut it securely behind her. After relatching the door she went back to the window and closed it, so that the old woman would not catch a draft. "Please, make yourself at home while I tend the fire. Would you like some tea?"

The old woman nodded, and as Deidre set about getting the fire and tea ready, took off her cloak and shook the rain from it, then spread it out on the hearth. Then, satting her basket one the floor, she began to carefully remove each object and place it gently onto the cloak, only stopping after she had laid out a great many peculiar items. When Deidre had returned with two steaming mugs of tea she began to point out specific items. "This may interest you my lady," And she held up a flask encrusted with jewels that sparkled and glittered, "This is an elixer that will make your skin soft and creamy, and will give you the appearance of youth until you die of old age." She set the flask back on the cloak and picked up a beautifully engraved silver comb who design seemed to dance. "Combing your hair with this, just once per day, will make you hair thick, and lusterous it will never cease to grow strong and healthy. Your hair would be the envy of all." She placed the comb down and retrieved a lovely golden bracelet that seemed to glow of it's own light. "This particular item will make your hands dexterous and skillful at all you do. Everything you create with your hands will be beautiful and valuable beyond compare." She smiled as Deidre toyed distractedly with the silver comb. "This," She picked up an intricate lace choker with a dazzling diamond brooch at the center that flashed as it moved. "Now this is a rare piece indeed. This trinket, when worn, will give you the voice of an angel. You will sing like a nightingale, and when you speak your orations would move even the stoniest heart to tears." Placing the choker back in it's place on the worn cloak she waved her hands over her wares. "Now, is there something here that interests you?"

Deidre looked at the pretty objects with a small amount of skepticism and a large amount of wonder. She seemed struck by the difficulty of choice when she noticed something hidden by her skirts. She moved them aside and found an apple, only this was not like any apple she'd ever seen, this one was pure, endless white, even to the stem. As she picked it up it turned a deep churning blue. The colors seemed to pulse and dance under her fingertips, yet other than that it seemed like a completely ordinary apple. It even smelled appley.

"Ahhhhh, yes." The woman's eyes sparkled with understanding. "The apple. That my dear is indeed a prize, truly one of a kind, the only in existence, more valuable than a kingdom of jewels. This apple, while being delicious, reflects your most inner feelings when held. One bite of it's sweet and juicy flesh will granted you your hearts greatest desire."

Deidre gaped at the apple, staring into the swirl of color, allowing the meloncholic hue to draw out her tears once more. She brushed a tear from her cheek and dared to ask. "H-hw much do you want for this one?" She hesitated, afraid of the answer.

The old woman stared at her for a long moment, the only sounds in the little cabin being the crackle of the fire and the chatter of rain on the roof. Then she began to gather her baubles into her basket and secured the cover. Then she picked up her cloak, shook it off and placed it back onto her shoulders. "Thank you for the lovely tea my dear, I really must be getting home, I've got supper waiting you know." She placed her hand on the door latch to go.

"Oh!" Deidre put her hand out to stop her. "Don't forget this." She held out the apple toward the woman, somewhat regretfully. The old woman gently pushed her hand back toward her. "No dear, you keep it, a gift from me." She smiled. "May it bring you some happiness."

Deidre thanked her and latched the door behind her, then snuffed out the candles and then sat on the hearth in the warm, dying glow of the fire. She held up the apple and stared at it, contemplating.

What would happen if she took a bite? Would it truly grant her deepest desire? Would anything happen at all? Perhaps it was not magical at all, perhaps it was, instead, poisoned! What if it did grant her hearts desire and it caused her greater unhappiness than she now experienced? Perhaps it was simply all a dream, or illusion. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts and shut her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. She hesitated a moment, and then slowly took a bite.

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"Green pen"

It was his favorite color and he was sure to surround himself with it. He ate it, drank it, slept on it, wore it. One would think he might become bored with just one color, but not him, he was a man obsessed and he would not be satisfied until all other colors were removed from his abode. He strode sulkily through his green bedroom into his green bathroom where he splashed some cold water on his face, the lighting in the room, tinting the water green. He stormed through his green dining room into the green hallway and entered his green study where he sat at his green desk and allowed himself a small smile of satistfaction.

The desk was a recent aquisition, made of oak but cleverly finished with a green tinted laquer so that it had a green sheen to it. He picked up a stack of documents requiring signature and perused them. The papers were indeed white, but the green lighting in his study rendered them the same shade. He picked up his writing pen with some annoyance and cursed irritably as he scratched his signature out several times in blue ink. frustrated he threw down his pen and stood. Donning his green top coat and hat, he put on his green lensed glasses, (which were more like goggles really), and stepped out.

Striding down the green (to him) tinted street, he stepped into a green (to him) tinted shop and began to browse the green (to him) tinted merchandise. He mused over the gloves and selected a pair (to be dyed later of course), and then mused through a great many top coats of various shades of green (to him, anyways.) Afterwards he stopped in housewares. This particular shop was well aware of not only his peculiar tastes, but also the size of his pocket book, and so they kept a nice variety of green lamps in stock. Then when he passed through the section of the small shop that contained an eclectic collection of office supplies he came across an ink that was truly deeply vibrantly green. He tore off his glasses and looked more closely at the ink to make certain that it was indeed a perfect emerald shade. And next to it, the most beautiful green pen made of a pearlescent green metal, encrusted with emeralds and with a fluffy grean feather protruding from the end. Replacing his glasses he cheerfully paid for his items with green tinted coins and began the green tinted walk home to his green house. This had been a good day. It really was the perfect color.

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