Fic meme
I've seen this around quite a bit, notably from sgflutegirl and
ratherastory.
Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences from or about it.
And I'd say any fandom I've written for would be fair game.
I've seen this around quite a bit, notably from sgflutegirl and
ratherastory.
Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences from or about it.
And I'd say any fandom I've written for would be fair game.
Posted by: Moogs (
Posted at: December 13th, 2011 11:29 pm (UTC)
|
|
Unicycles! Cookies! !!!!
And...
Again, two scenarios! And again, awesome! (The mental picture of Billy standing triumphant and tall, a baseball bat on his shoulder is particularly nice. :D)
Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (
Posted at: December 13th, 2011 11:41 pm (UTC)
|
|
"Next time," Casey says, checking Billy's pupils, "try ducking."
Billy grimaces, head still throbbing and his chest constricting painfully as he replies, "I did manage to avoid the man wielding the baseball bat."
Casey snorts, presses down on Billy's ribs until something shifts, and adds, "What, you think you get a cookie for that? You ducked right into the path on that oncoming unicycle!"
Posted by: Moogs (
Posted at: December 13th, 2011 11:46 pm (UTC)
|
|
I.
LOVE.
YOU.
And this wins EVERYTHING. FOREVER.
Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (
Posted at: December 13th, 2011 11:47 pm (UTC)
|
|
:)
I'm having way too much fun. And being a generally horrible mom right now!!!
But, really. Cookies! Unicycles! How can I resist?
1 | 2 | |||||
3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 |
10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 |
17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 |
24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 |
!!!!!!!!
And...
Rick thinks he’s going to die here.
At least, he thinks that until the man holding a gun on him goes down hard and Billy is standing over him, looking with satisfaction at the baseball bat in his hand.
“I think I’m beginning to understand the power of the American pastime,” he says as he reaches out a hand and hefts Rick to his feet and to safety.
Or....
Billy comes to, his head aching and memory skipping over parts of the mission, and he asks, "What happened?"
Michael leans down, steadying him as the world spins; he says, "You got clocked with a baseball bat."
Billy winces, reaching up to feel the bloody knot on his head as he says, "You Yanks and your damn love of baseball!"