A Drabble Meme
This took a while, but memed from jjpor:
1. Go to this link:
http://www.koveras.org/thriller/
2. Randomly generate one cheesy made-up thriller title
3. Write a drabble for your fandom of choice that in some way relates to the title generated. Be warned, some of them are a bit...non-obvious
4. If you're not fed up yet, repeat until you are!
I decided the fandom would be Blake's 7 and then (after it gave me The Phantom Menace), I got The Reality Ploy (which I like so much I want to use on something else someday, too.)
The Reality Ploy
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“Too busy?” said Avon. “Orac?”
The machine ignored him, lights flashing.
Avon turned to the only other crewmember currently available. “Vila?”
“All right,” said the thief. “So I might have said something.”
Avon waited.
“Like, well, even he couldn’t alter the fabric of reality.”
They looked at Orac.
“And?”
“And then he went on about improbability drives, and how it could improve the functionality of the Liberator, and then he told me to shut up -.”
Never before had an alarm clock looked at a pin cushion so witheringly while riding in the basket of a hot-air balloon in space.
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1. Go to this link:
http://www.koveras.org/thriller/
2. Randomly generate one cheesy made-up thriller title
3. Write a drabble for your fandom of choice that in some way relates to the title generated. Be warned, some of them are a bit...non-obvious
4. If you're not fed up yet, repeat until you are!
I decided the fandom would be Blake's 7 and then (after it gave me The Phantom Menace), I got The Reality Ploy (which I like so much I want to use on something else someday, too.)
The Reality Ploy
***
“Too busy?” said Avon. “Orac?”
The machine ignored him, lights flashing.
Avon turned to the only other crewmember currently available. “Vila?”
“All right,” said the thief. “So I might have said something.”
Avon waited.
“Like, well, even he couldn’t alter the fabric of reality.”
They looked at Orac.
“And?”
“And then he went on about improbability drives, and how it could improve the functionality of the Liberator, and then he told me to shut up -.”
Never before had an alarm clock looked at a pin cushion so witheringly while riding in the basket of a hot-air balloon in space.
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