Devil Wears Prada Haiku--because I'm weird
Rating: they range from G thru NC17. Oddly enough, the NC17 ones are all in the smut section :)
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, and I'm not making any money here.
Author's Note: You remember the microfic challenge, right? Well, this is similar, except, for some bizarre reason, I couldn't manage the microfic challenge, and these just seem to flow. They were all written in under thirty minutes total, which will probably become immediately apparent. Anyway, I was inspired by a conversation with grdnofevrythng last night, and we just started writing them like crazy. And because I'm totally undisciplined like that, there are four or five in some categories and none in others. Oddly enough, crack seems to have won out :)
Crack:
Everyone in flats
Will be taken outside at
Dawn and shot. That's all
Miranda plays WoW
All armor must match--or else
Everyone will die
Eyelash curler? Check
Prada? Check. Jimmy Choos? Check.
Ready for battle
Zombie Miranda
Will only eat living flesh
Watch out in Hartford
Miranda exhales
Then she squeezes the trigger
Sayonara, Irv
Humor:
No more carbs, Size Six
Only diet water and
A few cubes of cheese
No one else gets it
Coffee isn't coffee if
It doesn't burn you
Romance/Angst:
Red hair, eye shadow
Sarcastic wit, loyal heart
I love from afar
Smut:
The bedroom smells like
Coffee and peaches and sex
It’s time for round five
Andrea, wake up
It's been at least seven hours
I want you again
Miranda looks flushed
No one knows that Andy is
Underneath the desk
Working on the book
Is really hard to do when
Andy's giving head
Tragedy:
Caro, Cass, come here
Take care of Andy for me
I love you. That’s all