I am ridiculously swamped but I cannot resist this meme!
Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you between one and three sentences from that story.
(YULETIDE TERROR LEVEL: GRIZZLY BEARS D:)
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"That's it!" yelled Drama, after the sound of the crash.
Eric looked up as Johnny appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. "Did you just drop another three plates or something? You get that they're going to charge us for the damage when this shoot is over."
"It's not me!" Drama said. "It's the fucking poltergeist! I just finished brewing the perfect cup with the last of my Kona beans and the little paranormal piece of shit threw it across the room."
"Yeah, yeah," Eric said. "Do me a favor and use paper from now on."
Drama glared at him. "Are you doubting me?"
Eric rolled his eyes. "If there's a poltergeist why is it only going after you?"
"I've probably developed more sensitivity to the spiritual emanations from my yoga classes," Drama said.
"You've developed something, all right," Eric said. "Not hand-eye coordination, though."
"Oh, screw you," Drama said. "Just you wait until it starts locking you in the walk-in closet."
"I won't hold my breath," Eric said.
Three days later when he and Vince were crammed between six fur coats and a stack of empty suitcases and the door wouldn't open, Eric started revising his opinion about ghosts.
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