5 Gen Drabbles
Title: 5 Gen Drabbles, Various Characters
Team: Tin Men
Prompts: Puppies, Scratch, Dust, Creature, Mission
Rating: G
Length: 100 words each
.........................Puppies
"It's been three days," DG remarked, standing in front of the calendar with her red pen. "How much longer can he keep this up?"
"Ambrose once refused to speak to anyone for nineteen days," her mother said, with a soft sigh.
"What was he upset about then?" DG asked.
"Oh, I cannot remember. I remember being very glad when he finally asked me to pass the butter one morning at breakfast."
"Is that how to snap him out of it? Condiments?"
“Perhaps puppies would do the trick. There’s a new litter in the barn.”
“At this point I’ll try anything.”
.........................Scratch
The first time Teodore had found himself in the shape of a dog, he froze. Couldn’t move, could hardly breathe, just stood there on four feet and swayed slightly and learned that not only did grass and clover have a smell, but green did, too.
“Oh, that’s brilliant!” His tutor clasped her hands together. “And so clever to figure it out so fast. I told you you’d pick it up in no time.”
At this moment, Teodore felt an intense itch behind his ear. He picked up his back foot to scratch at it without thinking, and promptly fell over.
...........................Dust
DG woke with a shriek. She sat up to find she was in her father’s study, where she’d fallen asleep in a wing-backed chair.
“DG?” Her father’s solicitous voice called from the direction of his desk.
“I just had the worst nightmare. I dreamed I was back in Kansas, and there was a terrible dust storm, and everything was yellow and gritty and loud and I couldn’t find my way home!”
“Well, that sounds dreadful. Would you like some cocoa?”
DG thought that the best cocoa in a palace couldn’t compare to the Momster’s grainy concoctions of chocolate and cream.
..........................Creature
People might have assumed that Cain’s quarters were Spartan, and lacking in creature comforts. This could not have been farther from the truth. After eight annuals in an iron suit, followed by a fight for survival, and a week in the woods, Cain had decided the moment the queen offered ‘anything you like’ as a reward, that he was going to take her up on it. And he had. There was a marble bath in his suite that sprayed continuous jets of heated water, and his bed was the largest manufactured, with TWO goose-down duvets. He figured he deserved it.
...........................Mission
Glitch was on a mission. A mashed potato mission, to be precise. He’d woken up at two ten in the morning with an inexplicable craving, and he’d woken up one of the old cooks and promised her twenty platinums if only she would make him some mashed potatoes.
She’d grumbled and huffed, but here she was, wearing a dressing gown, hair under a ruffled cap, stirring a bubbling cauldron of freshly peeled potatoes.
“I’m sorry to be so much trouble.”
She yawned, pulling butter from the cold-drawer. “Least I can do for you, Brosey.”
He blinked. “Do I know you?”
Team: Tin Men
Prompts: Puppies, Scratch, Dust, Creature, Mission
Rating: G
Length: 100 words each
.........................Puppies
"It's been three days," DG remarked, standing in front of the calendar with her red pen. "How much longer can he keep this up?"
"Ambrose once refused to speak to anyone for nineteen days," her mother said, with a soft sigh.
"What was he upset about then?" DG asked.
"Oh, I cannot remember. I remember being very glad when he finally asked me to pass the butter one morning at breakfast."
"Is that how to snap him out of it? Condiments?"
“Perhaps puppies would do the trick. There’s a new litter in the barn.”
“At this point I’ll try anything.”
.........................Scratch
The first time Teodore had found himself in the shape of a dog, he froze. Couldn’t move, could hardly breathe, just stood there on four feet and swayed slightly and learned that not only did grass and clover have a smell, but green did, too.
“Oh, that’s brilliant!” His tutor clasped her hands together. “And so clever to figure it out so fast. I told you you’d pick it up in no time.”
At this moment, Teodore felt an intense itch behind his ear. He picked up his back foot to scratch at it without thinking, and promptly fell over.
...........................Dust
DG woke with a shriek. She sat up to find she was in her father’s study, where she’d fallen asleep in a wing-backed chair.
“DG?” Her father’s solicitous voice called from the direction of his desk.
“I just had the worst nightmare. I dreamed I was back in Kansas, and there was a terrible dust storm, and everything was yellow and gritty and loud and I couldn’t find my way home!”
“Well, that sounds dreadful. Would you like some cocoa?”
DG thought that the best cocoa in a palace couldn’t compare to the Momster’s grainy concoctions of chocolate and cream.
..........................Creature
People might have assumed that Cain’s quarters were Spartan, and lacking in creature comforts. This could not have been farther from the truth. After eight annuals in an iron suit, followed by a fight for survival, and a week in the woods, Cain had decided the moment the queen offered ‘anything you like’ as a reward, that he was going to take her up on it. And he had. There was a marble bath in his suite that sprayed continuous jets of heated water, and his bed was the largest manufactured, with TWO goose-down duvets. He figured he deserved it.
...........................Mission
Glitch was on a mission. A mashed potato mission, to be precise. He’d woken up at two ten in the morning with an inexplicable craving, and he’d woken up one of the old cooks and promised her twenty platinums if only she would make him some mashed potatoes.
She’d grumbled and huffed, but here she was, wearing a dressing gown, hair under a ruffled cap, stirring a bubbling cauldron of freshly peeled potatoes.
“I’m sorry to be so much trouble.”
She yawned, pulling butter from the cold-drawer. “Least I can do for you, Brosey.”
He blinked. “Do I know you?”