(no subject)
Title: Tracing the Outline
Word Count: 100 (minus title)
Challenge: Chalk
Points to: The Sunshine Sanctuary
The Tower of Art was not a popular spot for suicides. It was too high for any audience to get a good view until the last hundred feet, and besides, there was a lot of time to think on the way down.
Nevertheless, every now and then someone took the 500 foot plunge.
Sergeant Detritus laboriously dragged the chalk along the ground.
“Missed a bit Sarge,” said Nobby. He pointed several feet away, in several spots. “’E splashed.”
Detritus looked at the stub of chalk in his huge hand and then the suicide scene. “We en’t gonna have enough chalk.”
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And a non-challenge drabble:
Title: Real Bitch
Word Count: 100 (minus title)
Carrot/Angua, fits into MAA after the bedsprings go *glink*.
“By the way,” said Angua, “There’s something you ought to know.”
“Mm?” Carrot opened an eye.
“You know what I said earlier? About why it was us three?”
“Troll, dwarf, woman. Yes?”
“Well… I’m not a woman.”
”Erm. I’m no expert but you seemed to fulfil the… usual requirements,” said Carrot, blushing.
“I meant that I’m not a human female. I’m a werewolf.”
“Oh.” That seemed to be all there was to say. “You could have told me earlier.”
“Yes, well, now you know…” She yawned and curled up beside him before continuing, “That I can be a real bitch.”
Word Count: 100 (minus title)
Challenge: Chalk
Points to: The Sunshine Sanctuary
The Tower of Art was not a popular spot for suicides. It was too high for any audience to get a good view until the last hundred feet, and besides, there was a lot of time to think on the way down.
Nevertheless, every now and then someone took the 500 foot plunge.
Sergeant Detritus laboriously dragged the chalk along the ground.
“Missed a bit Sarge,” said Nobby. He pointed several feet away, in several spots. “’E splashed.”
Detritus looked at the stub of chalk in his huge hand and then the suicide scene. “We en’t gonna have enough chalk.”
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And a non-challenge drabble:
Title: Real Bitch
Word Count: 100 (minus title)
Carrot/Angua, fits into MAA after the bedsprings go *glink*.
“By the way,” said Angua, “There’s something you ought to know.”
“Mm?” Carrot opened an eye.
“You know what I said earlier? About why it was us three?”
“Troll, dwarf, woman. Yes?”
“Well… I’m not a woman.”
”Erm. I’m no expert but you seemed to fulfil the… usual requirements,” said Carrot, blushing.
“I meant that I’m not a human female. I’m a werewolf.”
“Oh.” That seemed to be all there was to say. “You could have told me earlier.”
“Yes, well, now you know…” She yawned and curled up beside him before continuing, “That I can be a real bitch.”