"Write something for me. Just for me. A sentence, a paragraph. Nanofiction. Short story. A scene, dialogue, a picture described, a moment, anything. Long or short. But it's got to be just for me.
Then feel free to put this up in your own journal, and I'll reciprocate."
Then feel free to put this up in your own journal, and I'll reciprocate."
*boomboom*
Date: 2004-09-17 05:29 am (UTC)The officer hunched down to point out details of the body. "Witnesses saw this guy hurry out of the bar down the street, jogging after a girl he saw walking up the sidewalk here. Apparently, the guy grabbed her and the girl, uh, took care of business." He rolled the body over to reveal a bloody mess covering the man's crotch.
A pained look crossed Munch's face.
"Now that's gotta hurt," Finn said, shaking his head.
"Any word on motive?" Munch asked.
"Just vaguely," the officer replied. "The only thing the witnesses agree on is hearing the girl yell, 'Yes, I WAS on Jeopardy and NO, I don't want to hear another fucking word about Ken Jennings!'"
Finn nodded, "Yeah, that Jennings guy's a prick."
"And now OUR guy," Munch said, motioning toward the body, "no longer HAS a prick..."
Re: *boomboom*
Date: 2004-09-17 01:12 pm (UTC)Re: *boomboom*
Date: 2004-09-20 04:37 am (UTC)