get the creative juices juicing
Nov. 12th, 2012 09:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I owe
teleidoplex a post for the meme-type-thing she tapped me for, but that one will require a fair bit of thought and effort from me, so in the meantime, I'm going to do something frivolous. :-)
By way of yhlee on Dreamwidth: Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you one sentence from that story.
(Or possibly more.)
In the meantime, I'll be over here, figuring out how to arrange my novel to include a semi-kidnapping.
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By way of yhlee on Dreamwidth: Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you one sentence from that story.
(Or possibly more.)
In the meantime, I'll be over here, figuring out how to arrange my novel to include a semi-kidnapping.
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Date: 2012-11-13 12:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-14 02:10 am (UTC)Honor, my mother once said, is both the most fickle and most constant of things; but I never understood what she meant until the stranger came.
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Date: 2012-11-13 05:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-14 02:18 am (UTC)The plane came blazing from the heavens, Captain Sir Cerenel of the Royal Faerie Air Force at the controls, scattering the Luftwaffe before him like a flock of starlings, sending them tumbling into the cold waters of the Channel for the mermaids to claim, and all of England cheered him as if he were King Arthur reborn; but Captain Sir Cerenal stayed not for their praise, as duty called him across the Channel into Europe, where he drove the Germans back from their fortifications and their strongholds, coming at last to where Hitler crouched whimpering in Germany, his foul life soon cut short by the valiant knight of the sky, who hurled a thunderbolt down upon him before leaping from his spent plane and tumbling to the earth as lightly as dandelion fluff, not a single hair out of place.
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Date: 2012-11-14 05:08 am (UTC)I'm trying to figure out how bringing this upon myself is a bad thing. That was awesome! I especially like the dandelion-fluff landing with not a single hair of out place, though I'm sad you didn't manage to get in a mention of his violet eyes. Or his sexy outfit!
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Date: 2012-11-14 07:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-13 11:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-14 02:21 am (UTC)(Oh wait, I totally cheated (http://www.swantower.com/stories/driftwood/smiling.html). Let's try this again.)
They made a game of it, betting on which bits would vanish next, and toasted the victor with good cheer.
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Date: 2012-11-14 03:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-14 05:04 am (UTC)I wasn't sure if you were aware of its existence or not. It's only been published on my website; Driftwood flash is too dependent on the reader knowing the setting for its effect. (Or at least I think so.)
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Date: 2012-11-13 11:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-14 02:37 am (UTC)Tink sulked against the leaf, arms crossed, fists surreptitiously plumping up his tiny biceps.
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Date: 2012-11-30 05:38 pm (UTC)