"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."
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Date: 2004-09-16 03:13 pm (UTC)The. End.
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Date: 2004-09-16 03:32 pm (UTC)invective spews out.
Law students watch out!
it's got the word fuck in it, so it's got to be good!
Date: 2004-09-16 06:16 pm (UTC)He is only 3 1/2. I know I didn't start saying fuck until at least 14 and it has now become an important part of my vocab. :)
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Date: 2004-09-16 06:34 pm (UTC)The bodice swelled alarmingly tight as she took one last, long breath in preparation to deliver the snark of death.
True story...
Date: 2004-09-16 08:20 pm (UTC)At the time in question, I was standing with my sister watching the lions. They had several females and a large, powerful male. With us was a large group of young children, I think kindergarteners, with several of the parents along.
To my great amusement, as we watched, the male lion suddenly sauntered over to one of the females and proceeded to mount her, in full view of everyone. Obviously, he was quite a man, and did not care about us puny human spectators. The schoolteacher, and the parents, however, were a different story. Several of them rushed to move the children along, or cover their eyes.
One young, innocent looking girl, couldn't have been older than five, turned to her mother and said "Mommy, what's he doing to her? What are they doing?"
Before she could answer, a young boy, about her age, turned to her and proudly, at full volume, proclaimed the following: "They're fucking!"
I think I am guilty of understatement when I describe this as the most beautiful moment in the history of the universe.
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Date: 2004-09-16 10:27 pm (UTC)People who never sweat anything get on her nerves.
*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..."
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Date: 2004-09-18 05:49 pm (UTC)People tend to think that her life is nothing but books and cats and bitching at lost law students.
The people who stick around and get to know her, however, see something different.
One look at the red satin corset is generally enough...
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Date: 2004-09-21 03:27 am (UTC)I got a new cat and you really need to meet him.