I had a few minutes to kill this morning so I went for the drabble generator that I've seen around the f-list. Which is at http://prillalar.com/drabbles/
For added randomness, I used a word generator for much of the answers. Tis a crossover! ;-)
To Seemingly Help
Peter and Rose were celebrating a dumb Valentine's Day together. Peter had cooked a digital dinner and they ate in a car by candlelight.
"My darling," Rose said, stroking Peter's leg, "I have something for you." She gave a box to Peter. "It is but a white token of my environmental love."
Peter opened the box. Inside was a supporting squad! He gazed at it mentally. Then he gazed at Rose mentally. "It's electrical," Peter said. "Come here and let me help you."
Just then, a proper crone sprang out of hiding and cackled Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul.. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a vertical voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Rose read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other completely as the crone cackled some more. Peter's hand began to tremble. Then Rose shrugged, pulled out a fortnight, and hit the crone on her mouth. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Peter said and kissed Rose individually. "This is an irate Valentine's Day!"
They specially burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they helped each other all night long.
For added randomness, I used a word generator for much of the answers. Tis a crossover! ;-)
To Seemingly Help
Peter and Rose were celebrating a dumb Valentine's Day together. Peter had cooked a digital dinner and they ate in a car by candlelight.
"My darling," Rose said, stroking Peter's leg, "I have something for you." She gave a box to Peter. "It is but a white token of my environmental love."
Peter opened the box. Inside was a supporting squad! He gazed at it mentally. Then he gazed at Rose mentally. "It's electrical," Peter said. "Come here and let me help you."
Just then, a proper crone sprang out of hiding and cackled Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul.. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a vertical voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Rose read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other completely as the crone cackled some more. Peter's hand began to tremble. Then Rose shrugged, pulled out a fortnight, and hit the crone on her mouth. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Peter said and kissed Rose individually. "This is an irate Valentine's Day!"
They specially burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they helped each other all night long.
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