Yay, AmyLiz!

Ooops! I was off work for MLK Day yesterday, which made me think today is Monday, so (as per usual) I'm late with the new drabble topic. D'oh.

Challenge #140 (pictures from the Look At Me website) is now closed.

Challenge #141 is overqualified.

For the overqualified challenge:
A voice over your head, not pleasant, which is new(Even your enemies usually pretend they like you; you’ve spent years learning the difference,) says “Yeah, but can you type?”) You refrain from pointing out that the thing he holds, is, in fact, typed by your grubby hands, figuring “Well, duh,” is not very professional. But he wants to know if you Type, great marathons of words almost without conscious thought, enough so that people might watch you work for other reasons than to see what a talking dog knows about the AP stylebook. You don’t. Type. But you figure you could still make up for it, with your accuracy score off the charts and all, considering you’re not likely to sneak back into a work all liquored up or anything and you can compensate like nobody’s business. Isn’t that what life is? Doing stuff, anyway... But you can shove your insight unless you can trade it for another 40 wpm. Life in the real world’s tough.

New drabble topic!

Challenge #141 (overqualified) is now closed.

Challenge #142 is recipe(s).

Mix well, bake for 30 minutes, and be sure to post your drabbles!

How to Make MarySues:

Dry Ingredients:

1 head of luxurious waving flame-colored tresses
2 too-large-for-fashion, I-regret-that-they-are-too-large, MyLord! firm, rosy-tipped breasts
2 firm-from-riding-wild-talking-stallions legs
2 large, lambent, discerning, desirous amythest eyes
1 serious sense of adventure (unleavened by common sense)

Wet Ingredients:

A sloppy helping of helpless charm
1 tight, pulsating womanhood, moistened by the merest glimpse from the hero's ebon-dark evil eyes
1 heaping handful of Purportedly Spicy Brains
4 pounds of My Lady's Multiple O's, despite the presence of...
1 glistening perfect cherry

Stir briskly with the Beaters of Slick Love, adding a pinch of FeistySpice, and a soupcon of Mi8ken ID for flavor. Bake at the heat of WhiteHot Passion for 3 hours, and serve with 2 Candied Eyes, rolled.

Bwah!

Thanks, Liese. It's not really a drabble, I guess, but it was fun.

Love that, Erin.

Hee.

Cute, Erin. You should post that at some of the fic archives.

Diego Desperados

The gravel road was a dark gray shadow against the dense growth of scavvy and palm trees. I stubbed my toes on the uneven surface trying to keep pace with Chuck and CJ. While stealth wasn’t necessary at this point, it added to the adrenaline rush making my heart trip uneasily. It wasn’t too late to back out.

Two hot boys, lots of beer and a landrover stolen from the Royal Marines; a recipe for disaster if there ever was one.That was my thought two weeks later when I was standing in front of the C.O. during Captain’s Mast.

editted for more sense making.

Hah! real bite in that one, and makes me laugh too.

Question: when someone compliments a work by you and likes it more than you do, do you ever have to bite your tongue in order to just say "thank you" rather than correct them?

That is: is your impulse to to correct them and say "no it is really not all that - has the following flaws".