70 - Boat (picture)deadwhitemaleJuly 15 2010, 10:12:08 UTC
Fishing boats hit the Gulf with one extra passenger. Stowed like contraband. Once they out in deep water, he uncurls and slithers topside.
Radio first. After that, the rest is easy.
Sometimes crew will still risk death in open water when they realize his intent, so he ties them, each one with sailor's knots, twice-and-thrice-checked. Because they will be his mates for days-- and he must sleep days-- so there can be no slack to the ropes.
A little floating restaurant, one man per day.
When done, stave the hull. Sink the boat, the bodies, the evidence.
K’tanya hadn’t been this excited about a second date with a guy in long time. Not only was the guy hot, but he was also the closest she had come to the absolute perfect man.
He always seemed to have exactly what she wanted at any given time. On their very first date he had the tickets to that thing she liked, and then he had showered her with diamonds before riding along the beach on white horses.
Sure, he seemed obsessed with being clean, but that was okay because she thought every man should smell like her new man.
28. Insignificanton_holy_groundJuly 15 2010, 19:06:19 UTC
Darius found the spider on his desk as he sat down to work. It didn’t surprise him really as he often found such things in the old church, especially when the weather was wet.
Moving slowly, the priest picked up the piece of paper the creature was currently crawling across and used it to carefully deposit the spider in one of his cups. He then took the spider outside and released it away from the walkways.
He watched it as it crawled away and marveled once again at the order of nature, where nothing, no matter how small, was insignificant.
31. Summer Coldlt_wes_jansonJuly 15 2010, 20:00:31 UTC
“You know, there are times I almost remember what it was like to be warm.”
Hobbie glanced over at his friend. “We’ve only been here for a couple of weeks, Wes.”
“Maybe, but it seems like a lot longer.” He set the cup he had wrapped his hands around down on the table and shook his head. “Even the caf is ice cold after a minute.”
“It’s worse than that.”
Wes cringed as he looked at his friend. “I hate it when you say that, Hobbs. What is it this time?”
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Radio first. After that, the rest is easy.
Sometimes crew will still risk death in open water when they realize his intent, so he ties them, each one with sailor's knots, twice-and-thrice-checked. Because they will be his mates for days-- and he must sleep days-- so there can be no slack to the ropes.
A little floating restaurant, one man per day.
When done, stave the hull. Sink the boat, the bodies, the evidence.
Lost at sea.
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He always seemed to have exactly what she wanted at any given time. On their very first date he had the tickets to that thing she liked, and then he had showered her with diamonds before riding along the beach on white horses.
Sure, he seemed obsessed with being clean, but that was okay because she thought every man should smell like her new man.
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(And excellent use of prompt, too!)
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Moving slowly, the priest picked up the piece of paper the creature was currently crawling across and used it to carefully deposit the spider in one of his cups. He then took the spider outside and released it away from the walkways.
He watched it as it crawled away and marveled once again at the order of nature, where nothing, no matter how small, was insignificant.
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Hobbie glanced over at his friend. “We’ve only been here for a couple of weeks, Wes.”
“Maybe, but it seems like a lot longer.” He set the cup he had wrapped his hands around down on the table and shook his head. “Even the caf is ice cold after a minute.”
“It’s worse than that.”
Wes cringed as he looked at his friend. “I hate it when you say that, Hobbs. What is it this time?”
“This is actually the warm season.”
“Sithspit.”
“Told you.”
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