Ficlet Collection
Ficlets inspired/prompted by secondcityrpg collected all in one place.
Prompt: old spice
Walking down the street with Harry Dresden could result in any number of unexpected events. Usually they were of the snarling flaming monster kind, but sometimes there were explosions. What they usually didn't involve was pockets of giggling women.
When they passed the third group of said giggling women, Thomas finally stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and turned to his younger brother, eyebrow raised. "Harry, do you have any idea what 'tickets to that thing you love' are and why do these women all seem to think I'd have them?"
Prompt: Happy happy joy joy
"Okay, that's it. I'm never coming back to the Bean again," Thomas said from the relative safety of the Hummer. From the passenger seat, Elaine only stared, as a scrawny, hairless dog and a big, red cat bounced psychotically on the hood of his car with complete disregard for the laws of gravity.
"For once, I think I may agree with you," came Elaine's equally stunned answer as the two creatures broke into song.
"Happy Happy Joy Joy! Happy happy joy joy joy!"
Thomas wondered if running them over would be considered a crime.
Prompt: "Billy Jean", a half-empty bottle of Mike's Hard Lemonade, and a baseball bat
The place wasn't much of a karaoke bar, with nothing more than the machine and a couple tables around it. It wasn't much of a bar either, Thomas had to admit as he drank half of the Mike's Hard Lemonade in his hand. Still, that didn't keep the patrons from having Opinions.
Especially Opinions they were now expressing with a baseball bat at the spot where his head had just been a half second ago.
"What, you didn't like my Billie Jean?" he asked, ducking again.
Trolls had no taste.
Prompt: Sex and candy
The woman on the bed mewled with satisfaction as she burrowed deeper into the tangled sheets. The man next to her, on the other hand, did not have the luxury, instead levering himself off the bed without a backward glance at her. He dressed quickly, mechanically, then walked over to the plate glass window, where the first rays of sunlight were already washing the sky gold.
Still nothing. No matter how many of the strange denizens of Chicago he fed on, the Hunger was still unsatisfied. He'd managed to draw from each and every one of them a single drop of life, sweet as honey, but every time it left him empty.
He might as well have been eating gummi bears for all the good it did.
Prompt: old spice
Walking down the street with Harry Dresden could result in any number of unexpected events. Usually they were of the snarling flaming monster kind, but sometimes there were explosions. What they usually didn't involve was pockets of giggling women.
When they passed the third group of said giggling women, Thomas finally stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and turned to his younger brother, eyebrow raised. "Harry, do you have any idea what 'tickets to that thing you love' are and why do these women all seem to think I'd have them?"
Prompt: Happy happy joy joy
"Okay, that's it. I'm never coming back to the Bean again," Thomas said from the relative safety of the Hummer. From the passenger seat, Elaine only stared, as a scrawny, hairless dog and a big, red cat bounced psychotically on the hood of his car with complete disregard for the laws of gravity.
"For once, I think I may agree with you," came Elaine's equally stunned answer as the two creatures broke into song.
"Happy Happy Joy Joy! Happy happy joy joy joy!"
Thomas wondered if running them over would be considered a crime.
Prompt: "Billy Jean", a half-empty bottle of Mike's Hard Lemonade, and a baseball bat
The place wasn't much of a karaoke bar, with nothing more than the machine and a couple tables around it. It wasn't much of a bar either, Thomas had to admit as he drank half of the Mike's Hard Lemonade in his hand. Still, that didn't keep the patrons from having Opinions.
Especially Opinions they were now expressing with a baseball bat at the spot where his head had just been a half second ago.
"What, you didn't like my Billie Jean?" he asked, ducking again.
Trolls had no taste.
Prompt: Sex and candy
The woman on the bed mewled with satisfaction as she burrowed deeper into the tangled sheets. The man next to her, on the other hand, did not have the luxury, instead levering himself off the bed without a backward glance at her. He dressed quickly, mechanically, then walked over to the plate glass window, where the first rays of sunlight were already washing the sky gold.
Still nothing. No matter how many of the strange denizens of Chicago he fed on, the Hunger was still unsatisfied. He'd managed to draw from each and every one of them a single drop of life, sweet as honey, but every time it left him empty.
He might as well have been eating gummi bears for all the good it did.