100 words: "taser"

[viking_cat]

The inventor of the taser died this week. While reading his obituary I was surprised to find that the name of the device wasn't actually a play on the word 'laser.'  Excited that he had found a way to zap people from a distance, he named his company after one of his favorite children's books growing up: Tom Swift's Electric Rifle. When they got

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The Taser Salesman Goes to Hollywood

[viking_cat]

“Okay,” he said, his smile infectious. “Here’s the pitch. Man develops electrical superpowers after getting tasered by villains.”

“No.”

“Then a ghost story. A woman has a haunted taser, and everyone she zaps becomes possessed by the ghost.”

“What?”

“Psychological drama. Woman sees taser as her key to freedom after a brutal assault. Facing her fear lets her throw it away.”

“Definitely no.”

“Love story. Man and woman fall in love after accidentally tasering each other at a family restaurant?”

“Not a chance.”

Children’s show! Big Bird educates children about self defense after Grover accidentally tasers the cookie monster!”

“Security!”

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[ellinor]

hee!

[ellinor]

"It's not lethal," he sneered, signaling my Taser with his chin. He grabbed a knife from the block on the counter, and tossed it in the air, catching it blade-back like a katana.

Backup would be here in five minutes, I thought, and squared my legs against the doorframe. "Not to quibble, but it has been linked to 245 deaths."

He feinted with his shoulder. If he was scared, he didn't let on. "Tasers in general, or that Taser in particular?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

He twitched his shoulder again. I pulled the trigger. Five minutes wouldn’t be enough.

Crispy Critters

[jydog1]

The cuffs had him securely immobilized to the headboard. "There's keys, right?"

"Somewhere," she said, distracted, pawing through a cabinet. "Where is that thing?" She piled up an array of toys, some intriguing, some frightening. And that was after she'd removed his boxers with an eight-inch hunting knife.

"Ah!" There was a sudden crackling noise, then a whiff of ozone. She closed the cabinet, bearing a taser and a wicked smile. Nodding at his groin she whispered, "You are not going to believe what this feels like."

A bead of sweat ran from his brow, down past his ear.

Re: Crispy Critters

[viking_cat]

Bonus points!

Hobby

[viking_cat]

I get up early, before the sun. It helps that I’m a runner myself. I doubt I could do this if I wasn’t. They don’t look back when they hear the footsteps and cadence from one of their own pack. That’s when you drop them. They crumple bonelessly to the pavement and you just keep running, leaving the twitching form for someone else to find. I don’t know why I do it. I don’t rape them. I don’t rob them. I certainly don’t kill them.

There aren’t as many early morning joggers any more. I’ll need to switch to evenings.

The 5-1

[ellinor]

The Chief called me into her office and shut the door softly behind me. I’d seen that look before.

“Look, O’Hara, I’m not sure how to say this,” she began. “Things are changing in this precinct.”

I nodded. I hadn’t cleared my last five cases, and I knew it. Every time I thought I had the guy in my sights, he just slipped away. It’s like he was bulletproof. “Next time . . .” I began.

“Next time, you’ll have a weapon that actually works against what we’re facing.” The Chief slapped a taser down on her desk. “Don’t miss.”

Re: The 5-1

[viking_cat]

Nice!