Post 17.

[josiemus_prime]

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!

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

oh. oh! okay, im gonna try this... let me see...

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"OCD bus," Patrick muttered. "You know, I'm not even OCD. Andy's OCD, I'm not the one that stabbed you with a fork because you tore out pages of his comics to make origami."

From across the room Andy narrowed his eyes at Joe, and for a second he could swear he felt his fork scar throbbing.

"I don't know," Joe said slowly, "you're picky about your shoes and hats."

"He stabbed you. In the hand."

"You knocked me out with my bass!" Pete yelled from inside his bunk.

"They were new shoes!"

"They were not!"

"Well... they were nice!"

{Curse you, Josie. This is what you make me do.}

[(Anonymous)]

Patrick didn't know anything was off right away. When he arrived at Pete's house, it was the usual bombsite with clothes, notebooks, dishes and other random objects scattered across every available surface. Patrick was about to complain about the mess when he stumbled upon Pete in the kitchen.

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.

invisible!Pete

[(Anonymous)]

I have so many starts of fic in my notes, oh man. But yay! They're good for this post!

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Pete wakes up all groggy and narrow-eyed. He blinks slowly at the stripe of (early, way early, like 5am early) morning light peeking through the curtain that's hitting him right in his face.

"Ugh."

He pushes the covers away and sits in his bunk, sighing. He looks down and--

And.

"Huh," Pete says, and reaches down to poke at his hard, invisible dick. "Huh."