eeee ... that made me laugh and wince, pretty much equally
You want to meet the real me now?
Mal ,'War Stories'
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
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Toddson - Feb 07, 2012 7:39:40 am PST #5078 of 6690
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
erikaj - Feb 07, 2012 7:50:17 am PST #5079 of 6690
Always Anti-fascist!
I think it's ironic I've got nothing for this one...maybe it's my subconscious' way of proving that Crime Girl has layers.
Typo Boy - Feb 07, 2012 7:57:23 am PST #5080 of 6690
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Not a drabble, and not related to the prompt, but:
CSI: 1502
"Brother Brown, have finished the sketch of what Sister Brady deduced the murder looked like?"
"Aye, Brother Russel."
"Make now another sketch, of the right cheek only, showing the mole upon it in the most minute detail."
Connie Neil - Feb 07, 2012 8:04:08 am PST #5081 of 6690
brillig
Brother Cadfael meets CSI!
Typo Boy - Feb 07, 2012 9:42:35 am PST #5082 of 6690
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
And I think the "zooming in" makes as much sense in my version as in the contemporary CSI.
Amy - Feb 07, 2012 9:44:09 am PST #5083 of 6690
Because books.
Crack
Mum always said her hearing was brilliant to make up for her shabby sight. An arm’s length away and everything went blurry, but she didn’t need to see far to do the mending and the ironing and get Miss Olivia dressed for the day.
She didn’t need to see to know what the young master was up to with Margaret, either. He always left the door open a crack, and if she slid to the floor beside it and closed her eyes, she could hear every grunt, every giggle, every smack of flesh. Cheap thrill or not, she’d take it.
hippocampus - Feb 08, 2012 3:36:22 am PST #5084 of 6690
not your mom's socks.
That's so vivid, Amy.
Go Gud, Go!
Consuela - Feb 08, 2012 7:40:28 am PST #5085 of 6690
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Cheap thrill or not, she’d take it.
Yikes, I can't tell if I'm supposed to be skeeved or entertained.
Amy - Feb 08, 2012 7:53:52 am PST #5086 of 6690
Because books.
Up to you, I guess? I thought it was mostly skeevy.
erikaj - Feb 09, 2012 6:18:35 am PST #5087 of 6690
Always Anti-fascist!
I suck. Cause this is too long, and probably belongs in Buffista Fic, anyway. But it is my response to the crack challenge. Also, as much as I'd love it, I don't own Raylan Givens.
Raylan Givens and his partner Rachel pulled up in front of the deserted-looking farmhouse. “Refresh my fading memory…what’s this guy’s deal again?
“You pick the strangest times to care about the paperwork.” Rachel mocked him just so she wouldn’t have to see Raylan messing with that damn hat for the millionth time. Dude knew he was pretty, and that the hat was perfect. Shoot.
“Now that your vanity is satisfied, Mr. Little’s original charge was two counts possession and one count intent to distribute.”
“Not to sound like a bad drug warrior or anything,” Raylan said, “But aside from thinking that pot plant would have to be bigger than my head to sentence him so tough and the idle sort of curiosity that inspires, l had a rough night last night, so my gut instinct is ‘Big whoop’
“Is that your official response?”
“Well, no, my official response would be double-spaced and have Latin I checked on Wikipedia. But that’s a general synopsis.”
“Wikipedia,” Rachel muttered.She checked the paperwork again. “But it’s not pot.”
“He joined half the county in providing freelance pain relief, huh?”
“No, it’s not oxy, either. It’s crack.”
“Huh.” Raylan seemed to be deep in thought.
“What?”
“Do you think it would be cheaper to serve this warrant or buy that man a GPS?”