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meg_evonne:
No one owns a character, no one owns the plot, but everyone owns the humor. Blow out your cobwebs with adding to the story. (Yes, I'm stuck in revision city and can't get out so something short and fun will help a lot.)  Sully liked one of the posting writing exercises Sue posted and mentioned this looked like fun. We've done it before so why not again.  No fair editing the crap out of your gibblegoop. This is straight off the finger stuff.


The air was freeze burning my checks off. No not those cheeks--the other ones. Well, actually the other too... This was bad and why was I out in the middle of nowhere pursuing a lead that wasn't going anywhere in this blasted weather? Cause I'm an idiot and a romantic, what can I say?

lexx:
Tracking would be a lot easier without the sharp windblown flakes stinging my eyes and covering the tracks I needed. Unfortunately it also meant that if I was going to do my job successfully it had to be right now. I shivered miserably as I looked for the shape of toes and rounded narrow heels in the snow, characteristic of bare foot prints. Did I really need such trivial things as a roof over my head and maybe a meal or two?? I grumbled as I rearranged my scarf, pulled my coat a bit tighter, and brushed snow of my gloves for the umpteenth time. "This is definitely the last time I'm hunting snow angels anywhere outside of the tropics", I promised myself.

the neurovore of Zur-En-Aargh:
I closed the old diary and wondered about what I'd just been reading.  "Gosh, my grandmother had some odd hobbies," I thought.

lexx:
I felt the corners of my mouth quirk up as I could almost smell the peasoup and smoked sausage she used to make for me. I rummaged through my bag, dropped in the diary and pulled out my thermos. My version of the peasoup is not the same as hers, for one I make mine thin so I can sip it, but the smell is exactly the same. I felt warmed by more than just the quick sip of soup. I was about to stuff the thermos back into my bag when I heard a scuffle.

The Deposed King:
My head snapped over to the window and my mouth dropped open.  There was a snowman looking at me through the glass.  Thermos fell to hit the floor, from suddenly nerveless fingers, spilling peasoup all over the floor.  Jumpstart my heart!  It took me several rapid breaths to realize the figure of the snowman wasn't actually moving.  "Ha-ha-ha," I said weakly, thumping on my chest once to help snap me out of it, "I need to stop reading horror stories right before bed time."




The Deposed King

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