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xfirefly9x) wrote2007-10-30 12:18 pm
xfirefly9x) wrote2007-10-30 12:18 pm
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Drabble-Matic Craziness
...because I'm bored and this thing is wicked funny! (The Doggett/Reyes one is the best!) =D
[Drabble-Matic]
The Truthful Stranger
The sun was high and the trees stirred lightly in the breeze. Jack strode along the path, making for Different Castle with all speed. Hidden from the eyes of man and beast, he carried the Bare Laptop, which no other must touch until it could be delivered into the safekeeping of the Wizard Leg.
A rustling of the dried leaves beside the path gave him warning and he drew his shiny fire just in time to face the fresh woman who flew at him with such grace that he was almost dazzled.
The woman struck momentarily, and Jack barely raised his fire to meet the attack. They fought long and contagiously until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.
At last, Jack found himself forced to one knee, the woman's fire pressed to his bright eye. "I am Sam of Different Castle," she said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Bare Laptop. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you under a tree."
But Jack had been waiting for such a chance and, bringing up his fire with a twist, overpowered Sam and pinned her to the ground. "What say you now?" Jack said, looking down upon her.
Sam's hand shimmered like a lizard that eats fresh meat. "I have underestimated you, Jack. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."
Jack's desire was enflamed. His eye throbbed and all his thoughts were to lick Sam like a fox. Jack caressed Sam's perfect hand and she responded. They came together miserably, and their joining was as lost as their battle, and also much louder.
"Ah, my sweet pencil!" Jack groaned and licked Sam as sarcastically as he could.
"Ouch!" she yelled. "What the hell is that?"
"Oh," Jack said. "That's where I put the Bare Laptop for safekeeping. Sorry."
When they had finished their romp, they drowsed easily on the grass, forgetful of all but their dark love. "We will stay together forever," Sam said, and they began all over again.
And so it was that the Wizard Leg never got the Bare Laptop and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.
The Blackened Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Inara and Mal went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Inara hit Mal in his arm with a big final iceball. It hurt a lot, but Inara kissed it happily and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really cold snow man!" Inara said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Mal said. "That would be more sweet and politically correct."
"I know," Inara said. "We can make a snow cow. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up sarcastically and made a dreamy snow cow. Inara put on a log for the hand. The cow was almost as big as Mal.
"It looks lasting," Inara said truthfully. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Mal said and held up a sharp dinosaur. "I found this in the sky." He put the dinosaur onto the cow's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the cow, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a bird with no wings.
Mal screamed momentarily and ran but the snow cow chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow cow kissed him lovingly.
"Nobody does that to my little Dark Sword," Inara screamed. She grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow cow through the heart. It fell down and Inara kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Mal said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The dinosaur lay in the yard until a shiny child picked it up and took it home.
1000 Stick Dogs
Doggett paced hopelessly back and forth. Blackened dread filled his heart. Reyes should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like her to be late. Oh, my bright love, Doggett thought. Where could you be?
Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Reyes had been taken hostage by Sweet Tongue, a supervillain who had the city in a state of dark terror. Doggett fainted dead away, like a slice of cheese left out in the sun.
When he came to, there was a bump on his hand and the blackened dread had returned. "Reyes, my pale honey bunny," he cried out lovingly. "What is Sweet Tongue doing to you?" Probably torturing her, laughing momentarily as he patted her in the arm.
In the midst of all the terror and tears, Doggett remembered a story his grandmother had told him. If you fold 1000 stick dogs, then whatever you wish for will come true.
Doggett ordered in a supply of stick and set to work, folding dogs until his hand was sore and he could hardly see. It took a week. He was just finishing up the very last dog when Reyes walked in the front door.
"Reyes!" Doggett screamed and threw himself into Reyes's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 stick dogs and it brought you back to me." He was so happy, he felt like he was dancing in the basement. He kissed Reyes willingly on the arm.
"Actually," Reyes said, pulling away happily, "I was rescued by the Burnt Gun. He's a new superhero in town." Reyes sighed. "And he's really criminal."
The blackened dread came back. "But you're silent to be back here with me, right?"
Reyes checked her watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the Burnt Gun for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay cold, baby." She left and the door banged behind her.
Doggett choked back a sob and started folding another dog. Then he went out and got drunk instead.
The Truthful Stranger
The sun was high and the trees stirred lightly in the breeze. Jack strode along the path, making for Different Castle with all speed. Hidden from the eyes of man and beast, he carried the Bare Laptop, which no other must touch until it could be delivered into the safekeeping of the Wizard Leg.
A rustling of the dried leaves beside the path gave him warning and he drew his shiny fire just in time to face the fresh woman who flew at him with such grace that he was almost dazzled.
The woman struck momentarily, and Jack barely raised his fire to meet the attack. They fought long and contagiously until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.
At last, Jack found himself forced to one knee, the woman's fire pressed to his bright eye. "I am Sam of Different Castle," she said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Bare Laptop. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you under a tree."
But Jack had been waiting for such a chance and, bringing up his fire with a twist, overpowered Sam and pinned her to the ground. "What say you now?" Jack said, looking down upon her.
Sam's hand shimmered like a lizard that eats fresh meat. "I have underestimated you, Jack. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."
Jack's desire was enflamed. His eye throbbed and all his thoughts were to lick Sam like a fox. Jack caressed Sam's perfect hand and she responded. They came together miserably, and their joining was as lost as their battle, and also much louder.
"Ah, my sweet pencil!" Jack groaned and licked Sam as sarcastically as he could.
"Ouch!" she yelled. "What the hell is that?"
"Oh," Jack said. "That's where I put the Bare Laptop for safekeeping. Sorry."
When they had finished their romp, they drowsed easily on the grass, forgetful of all but their dark love. "We will stay together forever," Sam said, and they began all over again.
And so it was that the Wizard Leg never got the Bare Laptop and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.
The Blackened Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Inara and Mal went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Inara hit Mal in his arm with a big final iceball. It hurt a lot, but Inara kissed it happily and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really cold snow man!" Inara said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Mal said. "That would be more sweet and politically correct."
"I know," Inara said. "We can make a snow cow. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up sarcastically and made a dreamy snow cow. Inara put on a log for the hand. The cow was almost as big as Mal.
"It looks lasting," Inara said truthfully. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Mal said and held up a sharp dinosaur. "I found this in the sky." He put the dinosaur onto the cow's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the cow, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a bird with no wings.
Mal screamed momentarily and ran but the snow cow chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow cow kissed him lovingly.
"Nobody does that to my little Dark Sword," Inara screamed. She grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow cow through the heart. It fell down and Inara kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Mal said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The dinosaur lay in the yard until a shiny child picked it up and took it home.
1000 Stick Dogs
Doggett paced hopelessly back and forth. Blackened dread filled his heart. Reyes should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like her to be late. Oh, my bright love, Doggett thought. Where could you be?
Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Reyes had been taken hostage by Sweet Tongue, a supervillain who had the city in a state of dark terror. Doggett fainted dead away, like a slice of cheese left out in the sun.
When he came to, there was a bump on his hand and the blackened dread had returned. "Reyes, my pale honey bunny," he cried out lovingly. "What is Sweet Tongue doing to you?" Probably torturing her, laughing momentarily as he patted her in the arm.
In the midst of all the terror and tears, Doggett remembered a story his grandmother had told him. If you fold 1000 stick dogs, then whatever you wish for will come true.
Doggett ordered in a supply of stick and set to work, folding dogs until his hand was sore and he could hardly see. It took a week. He was just finishing up the very last dog when Reyes walked in the front door.
"Reyes!" Doggett screamed and threw himself into Reyes's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 stick dogs and it brought you back to me." He was so happy, he felt like he was dancing in the basement. He kissed Reyes willingly on the arm.
"Actually," Reyes said, pulling away happily, "I was rescued by the Burnt Gun. He's a new superhero in town." Reyes sighed. "And he's really criminal."
The blackened dread came back. "But you're silent to be back here with me, right?"
Reyes checked her watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the Burnt Gun for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay cold, baby." She left and the door banged behind her.
Doggett choked back a sob and started folding another dog. Then he went out and got drunk instead.