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Title: Caffeine, No Sleep, and Sci-Fi--Bad Plan.
Author: thefragyle
Prompt: "I had a dream last night" in 40 minutes (it took about 30).
Notes: Hahaha. Well, my love asked me to take down the story he inspired last night, so here's another. Yes, it's definitely finals week this week. (Last one tonight, wish me luck!)
“I had a dream last night,” I announced, tapping the eraser end of my pencil against my lip.
Across the room, Mike’s redhead lifted in surprise. “You got enough sleep to have a dream? And remember it?”
The general group laughed, me along with them. “I know, right?” From my sprawled position on the carpet, I lolled onto my back, drawing the memory back.
Andrea nudged me with her foot from her seat on the couch. “So are you going to tell us anymore, or are we supposed to be amazed that you slept more than a couple hours at once?”
I giggled. “Both, I suppose.” I rolled back over, propping myself up on my elbows. There were six of my friends gathered in this room; we’d come and gone but mostly stayed here for much of the week. Finals week, end of the term, and we’d staged an “Escape This Reality” party-commandeering the big screen TV in the Campus Center and playing varying degrees of bad sci fi films for eight hours a day. It was relaxing, and actually fairly productive for studying and paper writing.
They were still looking at me expectantly. “It was really weird.” I scrunched up my nose as I remembered. “Most of you were in it. Mike, Janna, and Ben were vampires. Molly, Andrea, Mason-you guys were werewolves. I was human, but it seemed like campus had been overrun with all sorts of monsters-vampires and werewolves and zombies and some aliens or something. Even the professors.”
“Let me guess, the Classics professors were vampires!” Janna giggled. “That’s how they’re so damn good at Latin and Greek-they actually were around when it was spoken.”
I snorted my laughter and clapped a hand to my face, blushing, while their laughter rang around me again. “I don’t know, but Thornton was a very grumpy werewolf.”
“I knew it!” Ben cried.
Struggling to breathe past my laughter, I had to continue. “It gets better, kids. Dr. DeWine was a gargoyle.” I paused a beat to let them take that in.
“Like, old-Disney-TV-show gargoyle?” Molly asked, her eyes wide. I nodded, and she dissolved in giggles. “Perfect!”
“So, being the all-powerful Gargoyle President DeWine, she demanded peace and called an assembly, where she announced the perfect way for the cross-species conflicts to be settled.” I paused with a grin, letting the anticipation grow.
“And...?” Mason prodded me, pushing his long hair out of his face.
“A battle of the bands,” I said gravely.
There was a beat of silence before even more laughter. “Oh, my God,” Mike cried, wheezing a bit through his laughter. “I can see it now: vampires singing emo, the werewolves singing ‘Born to Be Wild,’ and it would just go downhill from there.”
I sighed. “Unfortunately, I woke up before it could get to that part.” I reached for my oft-refilled cup of Mountain Dew, but Ben pulled it away from my grasp.
“Seriously, kid, you’ve had too much caffeine the last few days,” he admonished. “No more popcorn and soda at four a.m. for you.”
I pouted. “But how else will I get my papers done?”
“I don’t know,” Mike laughed. “I think some of her professors would give her extra credit if she gave accounts of her dreams instead of the assigned topics.”
“You know,” I murmured thoughtfully, snatching my cup away from Ben, “Thornton did say to write about a conflict between powers...”
“You are not,” Molly gasped.
“Um, sweetie, I think he meant one that actually happened,” Janna attempted to clarify. I waved her off.
“Hush. He’ll be so sick of reading the same things that by the time he gets to mine, he’ll be thrilled to have something different.” I stretched to retrieve my laptop and quickly opened a new Word document.
“Oh, God,” Ben sighed. “Mike, what did you do?”
“You know I’m not responsible for the grade you get on this,” Mike warned.
“Shut up, guys. This will be the best paper ever.”
I started typing frantically.
AN: For the record, I did not actually do this.
Author: thefragyle
Prompt: "I had a dream last night" in 40 minutes (it took about 30).
Notes: Hahaha. Well, my love asked me to take down the story he inspired last night, so here's another. Yes, it's definitely finals week this week. (Last one tonight, wish me luck!)
“I had a dream last night,” I announced, tapping the eraser end of my pencil against my lip.
Across the room, Mike’s redhead lifted in surprise. “You got enough sleep to have a dream? And remember it?”
The general group laughed, me along with them. “I know, right?” From my sprawled position on the carpet, I lolled onto my back, drawing the memory back.
Andrea nudged me with her foot from her seat on the couch. “So are you going to tell us anymore, or are we supposed to be amazed that you slept more than a couple hours at once?”
I giggled. “Both, I suppose.” I rolled back over, propping myself up on my elbows. There were six of my friends gathered in this room; we’d come and gone but mostly stayed here for much of the week. Finals week, end of the term, and we’d staged an “Escape This Reality” party-commandeering the big screen TV in the Campus Center and playing varying degrees of bad sci fi films for eight hours a day. It was relaxing, and actually fairly productive for studying and paper writing.
They were still looking at me expectantly. “It was really weird.” I scrunched up my nose as I remembered. “Most of you were in it. Mike, Janna, and Ben were vampires. Molly, Andrea, Mason-you guys were werewolves. I was human, but it seemed like campus had been overrun with all sorts of monsters-vampires and werewolves and zombies and some aliens or something. Even the professors.”
“Let me guess, the Classics professors were vampires!” Janna giggled. “That’s how they’re so damn good at Latin and Greek-they actually were around when it was spoken.”
I snorted my laughter and clapped a hand to my face, blushing, while their laughter rang around me again. “I don’t know, but Thornton was a very grumpy werewolf.”
“I knew it!” Ben cried.
Struggling to breathe past my laughter, I had to continue. “It gets better, kids. Dr. DeWine was a gargoyle.” I paused a beat to let them take that in.
“Like, old-Disney-TV-show gargoyle?” Molly asked, her eyes wide. I nodded, and she dissolved in giggles. “Perfect!”
“So, being the all-powerful Gargoyle President DeWine, she demanded peace and called an assembly, where she announced the perfect way for the cross-species conflicts to be settled.” I paused with a grin, letting the anticipation grow.
“And...?” Mason prodded me, pushing his long hair out of his face.
“A battle of the bands,” I said gravely.
There was a beat of silence before even more laughter. “Oh, my God,” Mike cried, wheezing a bit through his laughter. “I can see it now: vampires singing emo, the werewolves singing ‘Born to Be Wild,’ and it would just go downhill from there.”
I sighed. “Unfortunately, I woke up before it could get to that part.” I reached for my oft-refilled cup of Mountain Dew, but Ben pulled it away from my grasp.
“Seriously, kid, you’ve had too much caffeine the last few days,” he admonished. “No more popcorn and soda at four a.m. for you.”
I pouted. “But how else will I get my papers done?”
“I don’t know,” Mike laughed. “I think some of her professors would give her extra credit if she gave accounts of her dreams instead of the assigned topics.”
“You know,” I murmured thoughtfully, snatching my cup away from Ben, “Thornton did say to write about a conflict between powers...”
“You are not,” Molly gasped.
“Um, sweetie, I think he meant one that actually happened,” Janna attempted to clarify. I waved her off.
“Hush. He’ll be so sick of reading the same things that by the time he gets to mine, he’ll be thrilled to have something different.” I stretched to retrieve my laptop and quickly opened a new Word document.
“Oh, God,” Ben sighed. “Mike, what did you do?”
“You know I’m not responsible for the grade you get on this,” Mike warned.
“Shut up, guys. This will be the best paper ever.”
I started typing frantically.
AN: For the record, I did not actually do this.