Prompt:
Devil-bunny needs a ham
---oooo----
Down crashed the books with a terrible noise, and Cindy was only too happy to let go of the straps of the bags that contained them.
She flopped into the chair before the monochrome monitor, and let out a breath. It was late in the dorms and to her complete disappointment, only the blinking cursor on the dark screen would be keeping her company tonight. She leaned her cheek onto her hand and idly hit the return key on the keyboard.
As it was supposed to, the cursor blinked in response. Then, a sudden sharp beep filled the room, and the cursor moved quickly over the screen. It smoothly bled a message in light that read:
Devil-bunny needs a ham.
Cindy scrunched her face in confusion, mind completely blank at the nonsense phrase. It occurred to her that maybe it was a joke of some sort. Perhaps her roommate had left a game running?
"Poor white trash needs a life.." She grumbled to herself, but her mind said,
A code perhaps?
Her roommate did have a habit of writing things in code about her various boyfriends, but it usually looked like the vowels were missing, in a kind of shorthand. Nothing like this.
Or a least she didn't remember anything like this.
Her fingers twitched as she narrowed her eyes at the screen. What would it hurt to reply? The opposite of a devil was only too obvious.
"But the rabbit...hmmm.."
Bacon needs a can of angel turtle.
She typed awkwardly, thinking herself very clever for making use of the old fable, the tortoise and the hare. Fingers poised over the keys, she held her breath, and waited.
Perhaps there would only be an automated-- and therefore very boring-- response.
9's. Be there in 15
She widened her eyes at the flashing light. She well knew The Nine's was a hot night club in downtown, several miles away. It was the sort of high class place that college kids like herself couldn't afford to look at, much less enter. And to be there in 15 minutes?
Who are you? She typed uselessly: the screen winked out before she could hit enter to send it on its way. She growled at it in frustration, and gave the stupid thing a good whack.
Then shrugged.
It must have been just a game, she told herself, and pulled out the first book to begin her assignment. She tried very hard not to think about what the fancy-smancy nightclub was like.
It didn't work. If anything, she felt even more antsy. She looked at the clock. Ten minutes. Could she even make it?
A voice in her head said, There's only one way to find out.
She looked in her closet searchingly, finding nothing but the usual drab, blah clothing she wore everyday. Not a single one would do. She had heard that even if one had money, if one didn't dress right, then the club would let them in. The worn out jeans that filled her closet were not going to do.
It was wrong, but she glanced longingly to her roommate's, who always seems such the snazzy dresser. She had nightclub-like dresses, and she always managed to look fabulous, whereas Cindy looked, well, like she had just rolled out of bed most days.
The door was shut, of course, and Cindy had always respected the concept of privacy. Besides, she doubted they even wore the same size.
This, however, was a special occasion.
She made it in about sixteen minutes, squeezed into tiny black dress that barely covered the parts that should be. As it was, she had chickened-out and slipped her jeans on the lower parts.
The upper parts ..well, they were another matter.
While she was indeed surprised to find that she was the same size as her roommate, with some pride she smiled that she was the one who had possessed the more ample cleavage. If she were really going to go through with this, she had to remember to only breathe a certain way: with some embarrassment, she had had to put them back in while standing before the bathroom mirror just after she breathed in a particularly deep breath.
She was about to step into line, which wrapped about the building, when she stopped.
Hesitated.
She watched owlishly as a pair of bubble headed girls, empty voices speaking of nothing of great importance, their too-young faces painted up like living dolls, draped themselves on either side of a man in a dark tailored suit. They leaned on his as if their entire existence depended on it.
She realized that this was not the kind of woman she ever wanted to be.
Cindy awoke the next morning to a too bright sun. Worryingly, her roommate was still not back. Unable to do anything about it, she went about her routine as usual. Piled the books she needed for the day in the bag and went on with her nice, quiet, ordinary day.
Her eyes shining, filled with renewed determination to build her life into something she could truly admire.
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
don't cry over spilled milk
Oook.. This came from nowhere, but once started, I had to actually use it. I rarely do poems of any sort , as I hate them. Alas, it has little to do with meaning of the prompt.
Your next prompt: Don?t cry over spilled milk.
---ooo---
Spilled milk puppy
Bounded down the stairs
Skidded head first
Into the easy chair
Ripped his way
Into the yard
Bit the postman
Handling a card
Dribbling mouth both
Eyes on the cat
laughing so loud
About something fat
And so puppy chased
The stripped furred taunter
never ever catching
That he was the porker
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
Your next prompt: Don?t cry over spilled milk.
---ooo---
Spilled milk puppy
Bounded down the stairs
Skidded head first
Into the easy chair
Ripped his way
Into the yard
Bit the postman
Handling a card
Dribbling mouth both
Eyes on the cat
laughing so loud
About something fat
And so puppy chased
The stripped furred taunter
never ever catching
That he was the porker
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
groundfish
This story hasn't vanishied! It's now availble for purchase at Amazon.com at the Kindle store (4/08/11) in the book: Llothcat's Fictional Portal, by Debra Colvin. You don't even need a Kindle device to download the book, as you can download the free program to any pc. I happen to have the free application on my blackberry phone. Any questions, comments,etc.can be e-mailed to directly at: llothcat@sbcglobal.net
Sunday, February 6, 2011
singer-pig
This story hasn't vanishied! It's now availble for purchase at Amazon.com at the Kindle store (4/08/11) in the book: Llothcat's Fictional Portal, by Debra Colvin. You don't even need a Kindle device to download the book, as you can download the free program to any pc. I happen to have the free application on my blackberry phone. Any questions, comments,etc.can be e-mailed to directly at: llothcat@sbcglobal.net
Saturday, February 5, 2011
stinkin' donut
Alrighty.. Dr who crossover blot bunny all nice and squished. Doing de prompt. Making use of my OC from the harry potter fma crossover I did.
Prompt:
Any universe: The theif says, "All I wanted was the stinking donut.."
---ooo--
Jon Furey. Oh. It's you. You wanna statement? Fine. Cameras.. very useful things. They watch and record objectively what they are pointed at. Usually without fail.
Take for instance this one. It's pointed nicely at the street corner just up the way. Great view of all the traffic.
What?
A permit? No I didn't. Don't need a permit. For one it's tiny and installed on private property. Two, it's way up high, where nobody'll notice it.
See, that's how it works. If nobody ever complains about, then I get to keep on installing. I got over five hundred put up out there.
Monitors of course.
Yeah. You should see my work area. There isn't enough wall space for 'em all. I'm installing some on the ceiling next.
I'm not a perv.
Ok, there was that time. So what. I'm a busness man am I not? I don't judge what the clients want so long as they pay me enough.
Ok. Look. About that. I see this guy wearing plain white t-shirt, with the word "theif" printed on the front in bold red letters. He's just standing there on the street holding some bags. Like a lot of people on the corner.
How should I know if he actually stole anything or not?
Anyway, he's watching this other guy with a baseball bat jump about and bust up this sweet porsh that's parked right there. Yes there was another guy.. Can't miss lime green hair man. The other guy had lime green hair.
Sure I have the audio. Closest microphone is by the post office, so don't blame me if all you hear more than you wanted from that crazy cheap-ass lady yelling at the clerk for a refund.
Remember? She mailed a pooch through two-day mail. Poor mutt. She was all upset the dog arrived dead at her nephew's birthday party ..never mind that the cargo hold gets to be fourty below, and obviously ain't fer dogs..
Alright. Here it is..listen. Hear it..?
Ok. The thief says, "All I wanted was the stinking donut.."
Think he's talking to the joker.. That's what I call the guy doing jumping jacks on the car.
Yeah, it really explains the block wide food fight that happened next, now don't it?
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
Prompt:
Any universe: The theif says, "All I wanted was the stinking donut.."
---ooo--
Jon Furey. Oh. It's you. You wanna statement? Fine. Cameras.. very useful things. They watch and record objectively what they are pointed at. Usually without fail.
Take for instance this one. It's pointed nicely at the street corner just up the way. Great view of all the traffic.
What?
A permit? No I didn't. Don't need a permit. For one it's tiny and installed on private property. Two, it's way up high, where nobody'll notice it.
See, that's how it works. If nobody ever complains about, then I get to keep on installing. I got over five hundred put up out there.
Monitors of course.
Yeah. You should see my work area. There isn't enough wall space for 'em all. I'm installing some on the ceiling next.
I'm not a perv.
Ok, there was that time. So what. I'm a busness man am I not? I don't judge what the clients want so long as they pay me enough.
Ok. Look. About that. I see this guy wearing plain white t-shirt, with the word "theif" printed on the front in bold red letters. He's just standing there on the street holding some bags. Like a lot of people on the corner.
How should I know if he actually stole anything or not?
Anyway, he's watching this other guy with a baseball bat jump about and bust up this sweet porsh that's parked right there. Yes there was another guy.. Can't miss lime green hair man. The other guy had lime green hair.
Sure I have the audio. Closest microphone is by the post office, so don't blame me if all you hear more than you wanted from that crazy cheap-ass lady yelling at the clerk for a refund.
Remember? She mailed a pooch through two-day mail. Poor mutt. She was all upset the dog arrived dead at her nephew's birthday party ..never mind that the cargo hold gets to be fourty below, and obviously ain't fer dogs..
Alright. Here it is..listen. Hear it..?
Ok. The thief says, "All I wanted was the stinking donut.."
Think he's talking to the joker.. That's what I call the guy doing jumping jacks on the car.
Yeah, it really explains the block wide food fight that happened next, now don't it?
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
Thursday, February 3, 2011
miss universe
Think I've found a good approach for this one. I'm ending it where I'm ending it, because it could easily get overgrown, and become something of a novella rather than a sketch.
Prompt:
Imagine the "Miss Universe" pageant using beings from all over the universe.
----oooo---
Hands and feet chained together, Heero leaned against the plain white washed wall as he sat on the unadorned bench bolted along the hall.
He looked to the food tray being handled next to him and smirked as a frantic blond woman, with poofy hair and shapely curves, used the various things there to hide a thing that looked suspiciously like a over-sturdy pair of scissors. The rolls and mostly overstuffed sandwiches sat over the sharp pointy bit; and the leafy lettuce and a great pile of purple grapes draped over the bright yellow safety handle, but Heero could still easily see the thing she was trying to hide: Could the woman be more obvious in her attempts to hide escape tools for someone?
Heero looked away and down the hall. Several guards were chatting at the Door, and laughed at some joke. He heard,"the poor bastard...but he knew better.." And knew it was he who was the topic of the conversation. He sighed.
If only he hadn't had insulted the town mayor's wife all those years ago.. Was it his fault she was a short and plump woman with no apparent neck? If only she didn't remind him oh so much of a human sized toad! But then, who knew the mayor would manage to get elected to head something like this?
He heard a muffled scream, and winced. Something wet and red struck the windows of the Doors at the hall's very end. It looked rather like blood to him, and he swallowed his bile.
The woman next to him rose to her feet and straightened her shoulders. With her head held high, she strode to the door of the holding cell halfway down the hall, heels echoing along the corridor. A guard opened the door for her, and eyed the tray she was holding suspiciously.
"Next!" He heard called out, and he turned his attention away from the woman.
"I said next!" The guard said impatiently, and looked to a cupboard. "Heero Manticore."
A meaty man in uniform roughly lifted him to his feet by the elbow, and he squeaked out,
"Hey! Watch it!"
As he was half dragged along the hall, the poofy-hair woman watched him with sad eyes. He noticed the guard before her munching on the items on the tray.
Through the Doors at the end of the hall he was roughly shoved, and he caught his balance on unsteady legs. As the doors banged shut behind him, he noticed that the room was just as pristine white as the hall.
He looked back at the square windows impeded in the Doors, certain he would see something grisly. Only, there was nothing but glass and steel.
A light came on, and he turned. The source, about the twice the size of a large door, was a great window. Up at the top hung a brightly lit banner which read: "Miss Universe Pageant", below which he could see a sort of black platform-- perhaps a stage?
A tinny voice began to speak from somewhere in the ceiling, he looked up reflexively only to eye the speakers set there.
"Congratulations on being selected! Welcome, honored Judge, to the Miss Universe Pageant, where beings from all over the universe compete to be declared the most beautiful."
Heero spied a chair, a fancy wood carved number, with overstuffed cushion of red velvet. He settled himself into it uneasily, and lowered his brows when he felt that the cushions were slightly damp beneath him.
"As your predecessor was unfortunately unable to continue, it is our great hope that you will choose the most beautiful being of all."
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
Prompt:
Imagine the "Miss Universe" pageant using beings from all over the universe.
----oooo---
Hands and feet chained together, Heero leaned against the plain white washed wall as he sat on the unadorned bench bolted along the hall.
He looked to the food tray being handled next to him and smirked as a frantic blond woman, with poofy hair and shapely curves, used the various things there to hide a thing that looked suspiciously like a over-sturdy pair of scissors. The rolls and mostly overstuffed sandwiches sat over the sharp pointy bit; and the leafy lettuce and a great pile of purple grapes draped over the bright yellow safety handle, but Heero could still easily see the thing she was trying to hide: Could the woman be more obvious in her attempts to hide escape tools for someone?
Heero looked away and down the hall. Several guards were chatting at the Door, and laughed at some joke. He heard,"the poor bastard...but he knew better.." And knew it was he who was the topic of the conversation. He sighed.
If only he hadn't had insulted the town mayor's wife all those years ago.. Was it his fault she was a short and plump woman with no apparent neck? If only she didn't remind him oh so much of a human sized toad! But then, who knew the mayor would manage to get elected to head something like this?
He heard a muffled scream, and winced. Something wet and red struck the windows of the Doors at the hall's very end. It looked rather like blood to him, and he swallowed his bile.
The woman next to him rose to her feet and straightened her shoulders. With her head held high, she strode to the door of the holding cell halfway down the hall, heels echoing along the corridor. A guard opened the door for her, and eyed the tray she was holding suspiciously.
"Next!" He heard called out, and he turned his attention away from the woman.
"I said next!" The guard said impatiently, and looked to a cupboard. "Heero Manticore."
A meaty man in uniform roughly lifted him to his feet by the elbow, and he squeaked out,
"Hey! Watch it!"
As he was half dragged along the hall, the poofy-hair woman watched him with sad eyes. He noticed the guard before her munching on the items on the tray.
Through the Doors at the end of the hall he was roughly shoved, and he caught his balance on unsteady legs. As the doors banged shut behind him, he noticed that the room was just as pristine white as the hall.
He looked back at the square windows impeded in the Doors, certain he would see something grisly. Only, there was nothing but glass and steel.
A light came on, and he turned. The source, about the twice the size of a large door, was a great window. Up at the top hung a brightly lit banner which read: "Miss Universe Pageant", below which he could see a sort of black platform-- perhaps a stage?
A tinny voice began to speak from somewhere in the ceiling, he looked up reflexively only to eye the speakers set there.
"Congratulations on being selected! Welcome, honored Judge, to the Miss Universe Pageant, where beings from all over the universe compete to be declared the most beautiful."
Heero spied a chair, a fancy wood carved number, with overstuffed cushion of red velvet. He settled himself into it uneasily, and lowered his brows when he felt that the cushions were slightly damp beneath him.
"As your predecessor was unfortunately unable to continue, it is our great hope that you will choose the most beautiful being of all."
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
look what followed me home
This story hasn't vanishied! It's now availble for purchase at Amazon.com at the Kindle store (4/08/11) in the book: Llothcat's Fictional Portal, by Debra Colvin. You don't even need a Kindle device to download the book, as you can download the free program to any pc. I happen to have the free application on my blackberry phone. Any questions, comments,etc.can be e-mailed to directly at: llothcat@sbcglobal.net
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