Story TIme!
Taken from rivertempest , because this is a fun idea!
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.
It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your ( Read more... )
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.
It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your ( Read more... )
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I remember it well! He was very tall man and we saw him while we were walking along a little trail through the Highlands and watching the adorably shaggy Highland cattle roaming about. The Scotsman and his collie (who we later learned was named Lassie - I never saw that one coming!) were out tending to the cows and spied us taking pictures of them while plotting how we could work the appearance of one of them into a work of fan fiction.
"Aye there, lasses!" called the man, approaching us in his rather red tartan kilt. "Wouldna frighten the beasts, 'f I were you!"
"He's a MacGillivray!" you whispered to me, after consulting your book, Scottish Tartans and the Men Who Wear Them"I'm sorry, Mr. MacGillivray," I said, lowering my camera, but not before snapping off a shot of the man, who, as he approached, proved to be a lovely specimen of maleness. "We didn't mean to frighten them. We just thought ( ... )
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"Wake up, Abby. It's time to watch the JM marathon. I have the popcorn." Mary shook Abby's shoulder again. "Carrie's already cued up School Hard. Hurry up."
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