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bjornwilde ([personal profile] bjornwilde) wrote in [community profile] ways_back_room2013-04-09 05:52 am
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DE: Arrr, Late Morning

 Running late so I'm going with a classic today, Prompts! Tag in with what pups you'd like to play with and we'll give you prompts for a writing blurb of whatever length suits your muse. Can't think of a prompt? Set your MP3 player/program, radio or internet streaming service to shuffle and give us a song title!
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Odd sort of band

[personal profile] ceitfianna 2013-04-21 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Sariel took a deep breath and put another teabag into the kettle as the hail rattled against the tin roof. They should have been back by now, it was only a quick sortie to check in with the perimeter but they weren't back yet. The tea turned from weak yellow to a proper dark brown as she considered adding more water to the stew. By the time they got back, they would be hungry and while the stew would be enough, they probably could do with more.

This wasn't an easy fight, but they had all promised to help out. She just wished that her communicator still worked here, it would have simplified everything. Will and Doc and Roe were used to going without easy ways to talk to each other but she wasn't and they were the ones getting shot at. The stew needed more chili, it had been getting sort of bland, she'd add to it once more and then soon they would be back. She fell asleep against the kitchen chair as she whispered a prayer her grandmere used on hurricane nights.