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Pumpkin Pie #5. Skeleton with Hot Fudge, Whipped Cream, Malt
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1251
Word Count : 177
Malt Prompt : Trick-or-Treat 2010 (from Gandolforf) There's something I don't like about that severed hand…
The double ear infection that hit me and the subsequent plague that hit the whole family totally squashed my momentum on pumpkin pie. I'm going to TRY to get it back though. This is complete and utter cheap joke, which requires this other cheap joke to make sense.
Even from the doorway - as close as he’d dare come to entering Reida’s room, Kairn could tell something was missing, and it only took him a moment of peering about to know what. “Hey, Reida?”
Squatting on the floor in front of her bookcase, Reida didn’t so much as look up from the stack of books she was collecting in her arms. “Yeah?” she called back irritably.
“I, uh, can’t help but notice - not that I mind - but where did your chair go? You know, the, er, overstuffed one.”
“Oh,” Reida sniffed, “I took it apart. I mean, it wasn’t terribly useful.”
“R-right… So, where did you…?” Eyes sweeping over she shelves and surfaces of the room, he swallowed hard.
Reida bobbed to her feet and flashed him a toothy grin. She patted the top of the low bookcase, calling to his attention what looked like a bunch of ribs gathered into a cone. A skeletal hand, cupped with a fat little stump of a candle in its palm, perched on their tips. “Like my new lamp?”
CANDY FOR ALL!
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1251
Word Count : 177
Malt Prompt : Trick-or-Treat 2010 (from Gandolforf) There's something I don't like about that severed hand…
The double ear infection that hit me and the subsequent plague that hit the whole family totally squashed my momentum on pumpkin pie. I'm going to TRY to get it back though. This is complete and utter cheap joke, which requires this other cheap joke to make sense.
Even from the doorway - as close as he’d dare come to entering Reida’s room, Kairn could tell something was missing, and it only took him a moment of peering about to know what. “Hey, Reida?”
Squatting on the floor in front of her bookcase, Reida didn’t so much as look up from the stack of books she was collecting in her arms. “Yeah?” she called back irritably.
“I, uh, can’t help but notice - not that I mind - but where did your chair go? You know, the, er, overstuffed one.”
“Oh,” Reida sniffed, “I took it apart. I mean, it wasn’t terribly useful.”
“R-right… So, where did you…?” Eyes sweeping over she shelves and surfaces of the room, he swallowed hard.
Reida bobbed to her feet and flashed him a toothy grin. She patted the top of the low bookcase, calling to his attention what looked like a bunch of ribs gathered into a cone. A skeletal hand, cupped with a fat little stump of a candle in its palm, perched on their tips. “Like my new lamp?”
CANDY FOR ALL!