Bad Ideas are my forte.
▲ Please provide the following:
  ⤷ character(s): yours, mine, a combo, someone you think I might be able to write.
  ⤷ a prompt: image, music, words, bad ideas, scenarios, etc.
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  ⤷ character(s): yours, mine, a combo, someone you think I might be able to write.
  ⤷ a prompt: image, music, words, bad ideas, scenarios, etc.
▲ Warning: You may receive your drabble far, far into the future.
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"John here."
Usually, it was Justin checking in, or Jenny telling him to bring milk, or rarer still, Mark providing understated commentary on their daily horoscopes. (‘Do you really think Mercury is in retrograde all that often or do they put that in to sound pseudo-scientific?’) Sometimes, and never accordance to any schedule he could fathom, there would only be the quiet shuffling of cards, the steady sound of someone breathing, and once, memorably, the sound of an airline stewardess kindly asking someone to turn off all cellular devices.
The silence was somehow soothing. They didn't say anything aloud because there was no need to. The absence of sound wasn't a vacuum or an emptiness or anything lacking. There was a conversation between them; it was merely inaudible.
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“Boss, your phone’s left on again.”
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The box of aerogel was shocking, almost surreal, in its weightlessness.
He’d caught a snippet of a news story about how the substance was being used by NASA in their Stardust space probe. To demonstrate the surreal properties of the material, the newscaster showed how a thin block could support a brick or protect something delicate from heat. The image of a single, perfect blood red flower suspended, unwilted and unburning over a blue flame stuck with him for days.
When the box came to the office, he remembered laughing at the way his gift had been secured and surrounded by packing foam.
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See this tumblr post.
Alternately, Jensen discovers fibre arts.
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- at the end of everything; facing the twilight of the gods
Njoki
Meister Tailor
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time to wash some socksbeyond any doubt uncovered by the enemy state; these are the final minutes before whatever polite official/jackbooted thug du jour appears at/beats down the door.Stark
- only eight more hours to go.
http://i.imgur.com/vtZk5oL.jpg
Doul
http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs39/f/2008/341/d/7/Cocoon_by_nailone.jpg
http://youtu.be/2PBeKzVhWHY
Lan
Réjean
- reestablishing some underworld credibility; finally confronting an unusually noxious loose end.
music: http://youtu.be/nAFHUt11fWM
A Fox
- imparting a lesson to the next generation.
Trice
- a breakthrough; contact is established.
https://soundcloud.com/wolf-flvrscnce/microflvrscnce-i-i
Bonus combinations!
Réjean vs Njoki
- having sustained aggravated damage (there may have been rivals with blessed weapons it's not important and no one needs to know) Réjean is faced with the necessity to negotiate for some supernatural medical assistance.
Sebastian vs Doul
- chance meeting at the library.
... i'll be back.