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If the unicorns were wishes, would we have to weave nets out of marshmallows to get them? They might eat those and their tummies might get all full and they won’t have any room for the lollipops.
If lollipops were like marbles we could eat our wars and it would be peachy keen, like ice cream and hopscotch.
Wishes are marbles, sometimes, and that’s when we have to eat hopscotch.
Re: No fic, but...havenwardOctober 15 2010, 20:11:14 UTC
I was trying to think of prompts for examples, and I just happened to glance at my bookshelf where the Discworld is... and BAM. I couldn't not prompt it! :D
"I'M NOT SURE WHAT YOU'RE DOING HERE CONSIDERING YOUR HOURGLASS ISN'T EMPTY YET." Said Death as he stod over Harry's ...Body? Astral form? Whatever
( ... )
When the dream starts to shift around him, Patrick Arthur McCann thinks he's finally snapped.
HeLLO ArthUR
He spins in place, gaping at the girl in his dreams (there are never there people in his dreams, why is she here? who is she?) as she walks out of the swirling mess that used to be a perfectly ordered hallway.
YoU HAVe a VERy nicE miND SoRRy AbouT the MESs
"Who are you?"
I'M hERe tO TeaCH YoU dReaMInG
He blinks at her for a moment, wondering if he really has gone crazy. Though, if he had, he wouldn't have expected it to take this particular form.
"That's not actually what I asked," he points out.
She frowns and Patrick feels terrible about it. It's like kicking a puppy.
SORRy I'm NOt pEoPLe
"It's ok. Really, it's ok. What about dreaming are you supposed to teach me?"
He's trying to make his subconscious delusion feel better. He really has cracked
( ... )
Mixed Mediums, The Middleman, Wendy Watson, artnonkyMay 7 2011, 16:53:31 UTC
Army brats either loved or hated the military. She'd hated it as a kid because there was never enough time with her friends before she was moving on or they were - never enough space to take all her old toys, never enough notice to say goodbye to everyone. Wendy Watson's pacifism was more like bitterness after her father disappeared. She didn't know what had happened to him, but she knew it had happened because he was a soldier
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Fill: Lovers Never WearydrabblewriterOctober 16 2010, 07:06:28 UTC
Jared’s phone buzzes in his pocket, and he immediately clamps a hand over it, trying to stifle the noise. He looks around the table to see if anyone else noticed and sees Jensen giving him a raised eyebrow. The younger man shrugs
( ... )
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If the unicorns were wishes, would we have to weave nets out of marshmallows to get them? They might eat those and their tummies might get all full and they won’t have any room for the lollipops.
If lollipops were like marbles we could eat our wars and it would be peachy keen, like ice cream and hopscotch.
Wishes are marbles, sometimes, and that’s when we have to eat hopscotch.
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When the dream starts to shift around him, Patrick Arthur McCann thinks he's finally snapped.
HeLLO ArthUR
He spins in place, gaping at the girl in his dreams (there are never there people in his dreams, why is she here? who is she?) as she walks out of the swirling mess that used to be a perfectly ordered hallway.
YoU HAVe a VERy nicE miND SoRRy AbouT the MESs
"Who are you?"
I'M hERe tO TeaCH YoU dReaMInG
He blinks at her for a moment, wondering if he really has gone crazy. Though, if he had, he wouldn't have expected it to take this particular form.
"That's not actually what I asked," he points out.
She frowns and Patrick feels terrible about it. It's like kicking a puppy.
SORRy I'm NOt pEoPLe
"It's ok. Really, it's ok. What about dreaming are you supposed to teach me?"
He's trying to make his subconscious delusion feel better. He really has cracked ( ... )
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