100 in 100!

[kaige68.livejournal.com]

Your challenge (should you choose to accept it) is to crank out 100 words or 1 graphic inspired by the word:
Kitchen

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[agdhani.livejournal.com]

“There’s nothing I can…” began Ninon, her hands now bloody as she felt around the point of impact, where the scalp was torn open and the fractured bone beneath shifted and sank beneath her touch.
“Who is she?” Korma demanded, barking her heightened emotions at the only person in the room she recognized.
“A healer-mage,” Aman replied, swallowing his grief, sinking down to his knees, holding Geary’s hand, his wrist, hoping for a pulse he did not find. If Ninon could not save him, there was no hope that anyone else could. All of this death. All over a cache of weapons he was even more relieved to have destroyed now.
It might have been better, however, if he had died in the garrison collapse. He would have needed to see none of this.
“Father, I have come to…”
A gasping squeal erupted in the open doorway.
Aman looked back.
The squeal ended in a squeak and Oasis sank to the floor.

[simplyn2deep.livejournal.com]

The kitchen was chaos.

Stiles stood in the middle of it, flour in his hair, a wooden spoon in one hand, and a mixing bowl in the other. "This is under control," he declared, despite the scorched smell wafting from the oven.

Derek crossed his arms, leaning against the doorway. "You set off the smoke alarm."

"Minor setback!" Stiles huffed, stirring furiously. "I’m making cookies, okay? For the pack. You should be thanking me."

Derek raised an eyebrow. "Are they edible this time?"

Stiles glared. "Yes. Probably."

The timer dinged.

Derek smirked. "I’ll call the fire department—just in case."