MICROFIC CHALLENGE 2013
Title: Microfic Challenge DWP 2013
Characters: Mirandy, DWP
Word Count: 112 (or or thereabout)
Rating: G-R
Summary: Replying to punk_96's Microfic Challenge. Microfics of ten words or less.
Disclaimer: I am not profiting from the story. All creative rights to the DWP characters belong to their original creators.
Angst
“They hate me!”
“No, Darling.”
“They refuse to be here.”
AU
“Just imagine Miranda. A baby that’s genetically ours.”
“How?”
“Biotechnology.”
Crackfic
“What a big horn you have!”
“It goes deep.”
Crossover
Miranda bitingly asked Minerva, “Andrea was 25, and Hermione was…?”
Death
“Another friend dead, Andrea, another one. Damn this disease.”
Film/Episode Related
The grey robe, nude face, and vulnerability were hauntingly beautiful.
First Time
“Yes…gentle,” she rasped. For once, Miranda took direction well.
Fluff
She reverently stroked her wife’s protruding belly.
Humor
“Excuse me, darling?”
“Baseball cap. On. Head. ”
Silence.
Sigh. “Please?”
Hurt/Comfort
“You slept with Serena?”
“Yes, but-“
Andrea walked away.
Smut
Miranda admired her handiwork; Andrea wet and swollen.
UST
She’s wearing jeans! Fitted low-rise, cigarette leg jeans. Can’t breathe.
Characters: Mirandy, DWP
Word Count: 112 (or or thereabout)
Rating: G-R
Summary: Replying to punk_96's Microfic Challenge. Microfics of ten words or less.
Disclaimer: I am not profiting from the story. All creative rights to the DWP characters belong to their original creators.
Angst
“They hate me!”
“No, Darling.”
“They refuse to be here.”
AU
“Just imagine Miranda. A baby that’s genetically ours.”
“How?”
“Biotechnology.”
Crackfic
“What a big horn you have!”
“It goes deep.”
Crossover
Miranda bitingly asked Minerva, “Andrea was 25, and Hermione was…?”
Death
“Another friend dead, Andrea, another one. Damn this disease.”
Film/Episode Related
The grey robe, nude face, and vulnerability were hauntingly beautiful.
First Time
“Yes…gentle,” she rasped. For once, Miranda took direction well.
Fluff
She reverently stroked her wife’s protruding belly.
Humor
“Excuse me, darling?”
“Baseball cap. On. Head. ”
Silence.
Sigh. “Please?”
Hurt/Comfort
“You slept with Serena?”
“Yes, but-“
Andrea walked away.
Smut
Miranda admired her handiwork; Andrea wet and swollen.
UST
She’s wearing jeans! Fitted low-rise, cigarette leg jeans. Can’t breathe.