[FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT]
Apr. 16th, 2008 07:40 pmFor reference for me and
pushpushlady's SPEED WRITING COMPETITION. The rules are one drabble per prompt, which are graciously provided by
levade. If we have to ask her what they mean, we're penalized. The words are as follows!
outrecuidance
seity
xenochidal strangers
staurolatry
juvenescent
esemplastic
dimidiate
belluine
arreptitious
inwit
May the best woman win! By which I mean me.
CURRENT SCORE
rocknload: 2 |
pushpushlady: 2
outrecuidance
seity
xenochidal strangers
staurolatry
juvenescent
esemplastic
dimidiate
belluine
arreptitious
inwit
May the best woman win! By which I mean me.
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Date: 2008-04-17 04:11 am (UTC)“’Shoes with matchin’ laces?’ That’s it?” Blink raises the brow of the one eye you can see, peering at Blink with something that’s hopefully amusement. “We’re all makin’ crazy wishes, and—”
Mush shrugs. “It’s somethin’ I don’t got, look.” He points down at his boots, beaten and worn, and sure enough, one of the laces is brown. The other is … well, mostly missing, but what’s there is black.
Blink glances down. “Yeah, but there’s lots we don’t got.
Mush shrugs again, he doesn’t know what to say. “There ain’t much I want, y’know?”
Blink keeps looking at him, and whatever’s on his face, it’s not amusement. But then he chuckles, he leans forward and claps Mush on the shoulder. “You’re a funny kid, Mush, ya know that, right?”
Mush wants to shrug again, he doesn’t know what Blink means, not really. “Yeah,” he says, instead. “Yeah, I know.”