Log in

Writers vs. Writers
PIcfic: Cleptomaniacs? 
29th-Nov-2004 09:02 am
"Does that inspire you?" The usual smut with an unusual twist. Write whatever boats your float; be it short story, poem, hate mail, or self help on topic. Just write! *shakes finger at self especially*
30th-Nov-2004 01:56 am (UTC) - the things my strange mind thinks up
"Who," she spake in an accent German
"was the brilliant man that designed this plan?
Oh, no we won't look conspicuous here,
clad in silk, iced in diamonds.
And why would anyone think to hide
fifty year old microfiche
disguised as fruit!"
"I'm not sure," said the other,
"but the little man behind us
Won't stop staring at your butt!
He'll never guess you were born
Otto and not Octavia! Now
Look out for the bike messenger
While I take a few shots
With the tiny camera hidden
In my hair. God, you smell good!"
2nd-Dec-2004 02:33 am (UTC) - Re: the things my strange mind thinks up
Octavia, darling, my what a low voice you have.... XD
2nd-Dec-2004 02:28 am (UTC) - "Lord, help the sister, who comes between me and my man."
"What else is on the list?"

"Well, there were the apricots..."


"Next, we must get a fidget."

"Fidget? Let me see that."

"Why would Bond want a fidget? What is a fidget? Oh dear, I hope it isn't very large. My purse is already fit to bust."

"You're daft! That's an M not F... midget. What about him, he's small?"

"Oh! I doubt he will fit."

"I'll make him fit."

"I wish Lacy were here."

"Stop your wailing. She had business in London."

"She did? But she gave me this list this morning."


"You screeched."

"What do you mean she gave it to you? You told me this was from Bond."

"Yes. Well, he gave it to her to give to us..."

"You little idiot!"

"What? Where are we going? What about the fidget?"

"Midget! He wanted a.... oh! Just shut-up!"
5th-Jul-2005 06:41 pm (UTC) - Re: "Lord, help the sister, who comes between me and my man."
18th-Aug-2005 02:34 pm (UTC) - Don't Look
"Don't look now but we've been spotted!"
"Why me? Damn your fruit-based kleptomania!!"
"Run! The old man has us marked!"
"Is that a sniper, on the roof?"
"No that's a pigeon"
"Ahh, now the birds are after us!!!"
"I'm walking away now"
Twelve dozen swat team members rush out of the shadows and take them down.
After thought. Maybe I should have beleived the thing about the pigeons.
This page was loaded May 30th 2017, 3:39 am GMT.