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I got bored because it is insanely hot, so I tried a writing exercise: fics in three sentences!
Ninjabread
“I understand that it is intended to be an amusing pun,” Robert said as he eyed Rissa’s creations dubiously, “but what exactly is festive about ninjas?”
“Nothin’, really,” Rissa said with a grin as she piped a tiny throwing star into one of her ninja’s sugary hands. “It’s just less boring than freaking bells and shit.”
The game
“Goddamnit, Rissa!” Will shook a hand good-naturedly at his door, to which a certain someone had taped a yellow smiley face (with bright pink Sharpie hair scribbled on) captioned Guess what you just lost?
There was a cackle from downstairs.
“God forgive you, but I never can.” - Queen Elizabeth I
“It’s not how you think it is, Lissie,” she sighed as Lissie stomped around the kitchen in a rare show of overwhelming emotion.
“I know what I saw,” Lissie snapped, “and I don’t know how you can walk in here and expect me to forgive you for this!”
“It’s none of your business,” she tried, but Lissie was already upstairs and out of sight.
Your mom
“Yeah, well… your face is weird,” Lexie snapped, knowing it was a weak taunt.
“Your mom is weird,” Dee countered.
“That doesn’t even work, you freak of nature, we have the same mother!”
Black sheep
“Your brother and sister were never like this,” Suze sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose and wondering exactly how she was going to defuse her daughter this time around.
“Well, Lindsay’s freaking dead, so actin’ like she did hasn’t ‘zactly worked out too well for her, has it?” Rissa glared at her mother, adolescent rage burning hot enough to set the sun on fire.
Ninjabread
“I understand that it is intended to be an amusing pun,” Robert said as he eyed Rissa’s creations dubiously, “but what exactly is festive about ninjas?”
“Nothin’, really,” Rissa said with a grin as she piped a tiny throwing star into one of her ninja’s sugary hands. “It’s just less boring than freaking bells and shit.”
The game
“Goddamnit, Rissa!” Will shook a hand good-naturedly at his door, to which a certain someone had taped a yellow smiley face (with bright pink Sharpie hair scribbled on) captioned Guess what you just lost?
There was a cackle from downstairs.
“God forgive you, but I never can.” - Queen Elizabeth I
“It’s not how you think it is, Lissie,” she sighed as Lissie stomped around the kitchen in a rare show of overwhelming emotion.
“I know what I saw,” Lissie snapped, “and I don’t know how you can walk in here and expect me to forgive you for this!”
“It’s none of your business,” she tried, but Lissie was already upstairs and out of sight.
Your mom
“Yeah, well… your face is weird,” Lexie snapped, knowing it was a weak taunt.
“Your mom is weird,” Dee countered.
“That doesn’t even work, you freak of nature, we have the same mother!”
Black sheep
“Your brother and sister were never like this,” Suze sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose and wondering exactly how she was going to defuse her daughter this time around.
“Well, Lindsay’s freaking dead, so actin’ like she did hasn’t ‘zactly worked out too well for her, has it?” Rissa glared at her mother, adolescent rage burning hot enough to set the sun on fire.