Weekend Challenge at 1_million_words
The weekend prompt was words from a book close at hand to haldoor. My prompt was:
And the living half of her dragged the dead half of her inside and shut the door. This is from 'Skinflick' by Joseph Hansen.
This resulted in 600 words of silliness featuring Steve, Danny, and Grace:
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“And the living half of her dragged the dead half of her inside and shut the door.”
“What?” Danny demanded. He unzipped the tent set up in the middle of Steve’s living room, revealing Steve and Grace huddled together on top of Grace’s sleeping bag. The battery operated camping lamp revealed Grace’s wide open eyes as she stared over at Danny. Steve was trying his best to look innocent and failing miserably. “What are you telling her, Steven? I went to pop popcorn and when I get back, less than five minutes later, you are telling our precious daughter about some half dead woman pulling her rotting corpse inside somewhere,” Danny said, still giving Steve the evil-eye of death as only Danny could do.
“Our daughter,” Steve repeated with an adorable mix of pride and gratitude.
“It’s cool, Danno,” Grace said in all her twelve year old adultness. “He was…errr…wasn’t telling me a ghost story. He was…uhm…telling me about…uhm….” Grace turned her wide, innocent eyes to Steve in a silent plea for help. Lying, praise all the gods, did not come easily to her.
“A movie I saw?” Steve supplied lamely. Lying wasn’t much easier for him when faced with the threat of Danny and a full-out rant.
“A movie,” Danny said, shaking his head and crawling into the tent.
“Zip the door, Danno. We don’t want bugs in here,” Grace giggled.
“Yeah Danno,” Steve said, smirking at him.
“The only bugs I see are already in here,” Danny told them, making Grace laugh more.
“What happened after she got inside?” Grace asked, reaching over for a gigantic handful of popcorn.
Steve silently checked with Danny who glanced at Grace who was waiting for the rest of the story with breathless anticipation. Danny shrugged and made a ‘carry-on’ motion with his hand.
“She can’t sleep tonight, you are on detail,” Danny warned him softly.
“So noted,” Steve agreed, wrapping his long arms back around Grace so she could lean against him as he continued the story. It was a mix of mild horror and complete rubbish, just the right amount of ewww gross and that can’t be true to amuse and entertain Grace in equal measure.
Before Steve had finished, Grace had fallen completely asleep in his arms. He looked down at her sleeping form with the unmistakable look of love on his face.
“Come on, big guy. Let’s put her to bed,” Danny said, pulling open Grace’s sleeping bag. Steve gently deposited her before climbing into the extra large sleeping bag that was made to fit Steve and Danny perfectly.
“I guess worrying about her not sleeping is a moot point,” Steve said, looking over at her peaceful face.
“I guess it is,” Danny had to agree, smiling at Steve.
“What?” Steve asked when he had turned to look at Danny. He couldn’t quite decipher the expression on Danny’s face.
Danny shook his head, kissing Steve gently. “Thank you. I know this isn’t your idea of ‘real’ camping. But Grace is thrilled.”
“With the storms predicted, real camping would have been inadvisable,” Steve told him, making Danny laugh.
“I know. That doesn’t mean we had to turn the living room into a campground.”
“We weren’t going to disappoint Grace,” Steve said as though that settled it and there was no need for further discussion. Which, Danny had to admit, was pretty much true. And that only warmed his heart more. No wonder he had no choice to marry Steve, stories about half dead women notwithstanding.
And the living half of her dragged the dead half of her inside and shut the door. This is from 'Skinflick' by Joseph Hansen.
This resulted in 600 words of silliness featuring Steve, Danny, and Grace:
~o0o~
“And the living half of her dragged the dead half of her inside and shut the door.”
“What?” Danny demanded. He unzipped the tent set up in the middle of Steve’s living room, revealing Steve and Grace huddled together on top of Grace’s sleeping bag. The battery operated camping lamp revealed Grace’s wide open eyes as she stared over at Danny. Steve was trying his best to look innocent and failing miserably. “What are you telling her, Steven? I went to pop popcorn and when I get back, less than five minutes later, you are telling our precious daughter about some half dead woman pulling her rotting corpse inside somewhere,” Danny said, still giving Steve the evil-eye of death as only Danny could do.
“Our daughter,” Steve repeated with an adorable mix of pride and gratitude.
“It’s cool, Danno,” Grace said in all her twelve year old adultness. “He was…errr…wasn’t telling me a ghost story. He was…uhm…telling me about…uhm….” Grace turned her wide, innocent eyes to Steve in a silent plea for help. Lying, praise all the gods, did not come easily to her.
“A movie I saw?” Steve supplied lamely. Lying wasn’t much easier for him when faced with the threat of Danny and a full-out rant.
“A movie,” Danny said, shaking his head and crawling into the tent.
“Zip the door, Danno. We don’t want bugs in here,” Grace giggled.
“Yeah Danno,” Steve said, smirking at him.
“The only bugs I see are already in here,” Danny told them, making Grace laugh more.
“What happened after she got inside?” Grace asked, reaching over for a gigantic handful of popcorn.
Steve silently checked with Danny who glanced at Grace who was waiting for the rest of the story with breathless anticipation. Danny shrugged and made a ‘carry-on’ motion with his hand.
“She can’t sleep tonight, you are on detail,” Danny warned him softly.
“So noted,” Steve agreed, wrapping his long arms back around Grace so she could lean against him as he continued the story. It was a mix of mild horror and complete rubbish, just the right amount of ewww gross and that can’t be true to amuse and entertain Grace in equal measure.
Before Steve had finished, Grace had fallen completely asleep in his arms. He looked down at her sleeping form with the unmistakable look of love on his face.
“Come on, big guy. Let’s put her to bed,” Danny said, pulling open Grace’s sleeping bag. Steve gently deposited her before climbing into the extra large sleeping bag that was made to fit Steve and Danny perfectly.
“I guess worrying about her not sleeping is a moot point,” Steve said, looking over at her peaceful face.
“I guess it is,” Danny had to agree, smiling at Steve.
“What?” Steve asked when he had turned to look at Danny. He couldn’t quite decipher the expression on Danny’s face.
Danny shook his head, kissing Steve gently. “Thank you. I know this isn’t your idea of ‘real’ camping. But Grace is thrilled.”
“With the storms predicted, real camping would have been inadvisable,” Steve told him, making Danny laugh.
“I know. That doesn’t mean we had to turn the living room into a campground.”
“We weren’t going to disappoint Grace,” Steve said as though that settled it and there was no need for further discussion. Which, Danny had to admit, was pretty much true. And that only warmed his heart more. No wonder he had no choice to marry Steve, stories about half dead women notwithstanding.