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moviescriptending2009-10-21 05:23 pm
josiemus_prime) wrote in moviescriptending2009-10-21 05:23 pm
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Post 17.
Damn, missed last week. Sorry, things were just crazy all over the place. /o\ fail!mod.
But anyway guys, this week I decided to change it up a bit with the theme. Instead of writing a fic for a specific prompt this week, we're playing in this thread. Rules of the game is someone starts by writing a snippet or sentence of fic, and then someone else comments and continues (and so on and so forth and whatnot and such things as that then and stuff).
Of course, it doesn't have to be a snippet, you can write as much as you want, short or long, whatever. But it's one "story" per thread, ok? Though anyone can join in and continue it.
(I figured people with writer's block deserved something that didn't require much effort... because I'm lazy and I wanted to :D)
Anon commenting is on (and preferred), IP logging off, have fun!
But anyway guys, this week I decided to change it up a bit with the theme. Instead of writing a fic for a specific prompt this week, we're playing in this thread. Rules of the game is someone starts by writing a snippet or sentence of fic, and then someone else comments and continues (and so on and so forth and whatnot and such things as that then and stuff).
Of course, it doesn't have to be a snippet, you can write as much as you want, short or long, whatever. But it's one "story" per thread, ok? Though anyone can join in and continue it.
(I figured people with writer's block deserved something that didn't require much effort... because I'm lazy and I wanted to :D)
Anon commenting is on (and preferred), IP logging off, have fun!
{Curse you, Josie. This is what you make me do.}
(Anonymous) 2009-10-22 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)This occurrence was not a rare one -- Pete often spent his time huddled over the coffee maker as if it were a shrine -- but whet was not normal was the various ingredients and cooking supplies spread out before a very focused Pete. He was making something. Something was definitely wrong.
"Pete?" Patrick asked hesitantly as he stepped over a stack of hoodies and into the kitchen.
Pete grinned at Patrick as he tried to subtly slip something behind his back. "Oh, hi! I didn't see you there."
Patrick looked around at the counters just to be sure he wasn't imagining things. "What are you doing in here?"
"Oh, you know," Pete said casually, "just trying out a new recipe I found. You should have some when I'm finished."
If the idea of Pete cooking wasn't suspicious, the smirk he was fighting most certainly was.
Patrick narrowed his eyes. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing!" Pete attempted wide, innocent eyes, but he only looked startled.
Patrick nodded slowly and started to turn away, but then struck out suddenly, grabbing the object from behind Pete's back. It was a cookbook. Upon closer observation, a cookbook entitled Natural Harvest: A Collection of Semen-Based Recipes
"Pete, that's..."
"Awesome?" Pete supplied. "Sexy?"
"I was going to say repulsive."
Pete laughed.
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(Anonymous) 2009-10-22 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)Re: {Curse you, Josie. This is what you make me do.}
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(Anonymous) 2009-10-22 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)Re: {Curse you, Josie. This is what you make me do.}
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(Anonymous) 2009-10-22 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)Re: {Curse you, Josie. This is what you make me do.}
(Anonymous) 2009-10-22 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)Re: {Curse you, Josie. This is what you make me do.}
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(Anonymous) 2009-10-22 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)Re: {Curse you, Josie. This is what you make me do.}
(Anonymous) 2009-10-23 04:34 am (UTC)(link)"Pete, you jerked off and used the ejaculate to bake a cake." Patrick looked back at him, seriously wondering why he stuck around this guy. "Please, tell me what part of that is supposed to be sexy."
"The part where I thought of you the entire time," he grumbled, pouting with the fury of a hundred dissatisfied five-year-olds. "You're supposed to appreciate the thought. And it does actually taste pretty good."
Patrick stared at him in disbelief. "You know what, stop right there, okay? This is yet another time when I really don't want details. Ever."