Comments | hindenburg_42: Something Miriam and I wrote last Saturday.

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Something Miriam and I wrote last Saturday.

Apr 03, 2007 13:12

Áhugavert kalk. (With big tits.)
Jeremiah walked down the white calcium road. He was feeling rather anxious. That is, he would have been feeling rather anxious if he hadn't been so busy feeling hungry. Yes, Jeremiah was hungry. His stomach was growling as loud as a huge lion during lunch time and instead of the beautiful trees around him, he only ( Read more... )

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lisahlin April 8 2007, 00:26:57 UTC

"Messenger," the lovely figure purred, "bring tidings of France's humid avian transvestite revolution!"
She pronounced every R like an Eastern-European mail-order bride. She said France in a way that made it absolutely clear that she was far more intelligent than you would ever be. And she held her glass close to her lips in such a fashion that... Jeremiah had to lean against a chair to regain balance.
"Uhhh, yeah. Right! WhenLolaRunsTheOwlDothCrowOverTheSeaAndParisWillFall! Um."
The old hag touched his shoulder. "Much better, my little roister-doister!" she ejaculated. "Tree saying it with a little pause betwen the words next time."
The beautiful mystery woman, or the mysterious beauty smiled at Jeremiah and suddenly frowned at the old hag. With a violent shooing motion she ordered the old woman to leave the room.
"Sit down and listen." She said. "I have information of utmost importance to the Résistánce."

lisahlin April 8 2007, 00:28:16 UTC

[do warn me if my bits start sounding like inexpensive pornography from the middle of last century.]

luzifer_ April 8 2007, 01:21:36 UTC

[Why, have you been watching too much of it? >.>]

lisahlin April 9 2007, 12:36:56 UTC

[Not so much... Rather, my writing has taken a stylistic turn into that general direction. Book-porno, not movie-porno. More adjectives.]

luzifer_ April 13 2007, 11:00:45 UTC

Jeremiah felt a shiver going down his spine. He'd been expecting her to say something like this, but it still came as a complete shock.
"Ghe..ghe.. I mean, Ressistans?"
He felt a drop of sweat break out on his eyelid, falling slowly onto the floor from the corner of his eye. Another one started forming not far away from the strangely shaped birth mark right behind the mole below his north earlobe.
"Résistance," the beuterious misty repeated in her thick, luxurious accent. Jeremiah noticed that she actually had a huge wart on her nose and as he wondered why he hadn't noticed it before (because it was so plainly obvious now) he twitched his fingers and winked.
"Yes, resistance, of course. Well.. how shall we do this?"
"Well," the misty beutorious exhaled while staring into his eyes. "I rather fancy the missionary."
Jeremiah stared at her in shock. What on earth did that mean??

lisahlin May 9 2007, 18:38:39 UTC

She held his eyes in captivity for a few long seconds and responded ( ... )

luzifer_ July 4 2007, 23:53:49 UTC

As he walked back up the White Calcium road, all the way until it turned into the Violet Silver road and further on until it became the Glitttery Mud road (where he hailed a cab and rode into Vienna), Jeremiah pondered over the words of the mysterious beauty, and the toiletpaper in her bra. Surely, that had to signify something?He sighed loudly, scratched his spine and paid the driver. The driver was an Indian, old and scraggly, and with and old feather hat.. thing.. Jeremiah wasn't sure what would be the right word for it. He was also wearing the kind of leathery clothing Jeremiah was sure one would only find in costume stores, and not in authentic Indian villages ( ... )