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desoto_hia873) wrote2005-11-06 10:08 pm
desoto_hia873) wrote2005-11-06 10:08 pm
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Drabble
The prompt this week at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
open_on_sunday was 'writing'. This makes three weeks of drabbles in row for me - truly, I am a writing machine.
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Halfrek shuddered. It had been a horrible evening. First she’d had to pose as a stuffy Victorian, attend a tedious party, and wait hours for her target to make a wish. Then, as if that hadn’t been enough, that insipid little man – William, was it? – had made calf eyes at her all night and, in a woefully misguided attempt at flattery, had composed a perfectly dreadful poem about her.
It was at times like these that Halfrek was grateful to have ascended from merely human to a vengeance demon – it was far better to be righting wrongs than writing them.
open_on_sunday was 'writing'. This makes three weeks of drabbles in row for me - truly, I am a writing machine.Halfrek shuddered. It had been a horrible evening. First she’d had to pose as a stuffy Victorian, attend a tedious party, and wait hours for her target to make a wish. Then, as if that hadn’t been enough, that insipid little man – William, was it? – had made calf eyes at her all night and, in a woefully misguided attempt at flattery, had composed a perfectly dreadful poem about her.
It was at times like these that Halfrek was grateful to have ascended from merely human to a vengeance demon – it was far better to be righting wrongs than writing them.