Two Sentence Tuesday

[bjornwilde]

Don't you hate it when you get out of the shower and start to dry off, only to realize you didn't wash the conditioner out of your hair and have to get right back in? Not the most auspicious start to my work week.

Anyway, today's DE is inspired by two sentence horror stories (some great examples here), write a two sentence story featuring your pup.

Some ideas (but please, by all means, don't feel limited to these): their origin, a day in their life, how their seen by others, you as a reader/watcher/player discovering them for the first time, head canon, whatever.

Also, feel free to leave prompts for folks who get stumped. (Thanks lifethatisscratched for the idea.)

Comments

[ever_lovin]

The rocket wasn't safe - he knew this - but when she batted those baby blues and called him a coward, he couldn't refuse. Now he was a monster and a superhero and, more importantly, had a family.

(Damnit, how do you do an Em dash in this place?)

[lifethatisscratched]

I think I'll just throw one up for Connor, because I'm a lazy fuck and I'm not creative enough to do it for all for of them. Prompts are encouraged.

Anyway:

Their commanders insist the woods are not haunted.

But their convoys keep end up being slaughtered, to a man, some left hanging from trees - and the desertions have never been so numerous.

[bjornwilde]

This is awesome. I think I need to hit youtube for some playthroughs and cinematics.

[souffle_girlek]

He says 'don't worry I'll find someone' and they say 'you're always here' and she says 'maybe next year when things are a little quieter'.

And he says 'come along with me' (amongst many other things), and Clara Oswald finds time in the spaces between seconds to have the grand adventures she always dreamed of.

[bjornwilde]

This makes me want to watch Dr. Who. = ]

[souffle_girlek]

\o/

[777thdegree]

They tell you that magic isn't real, that the rules for the universe are set, that the business of life is learning to accept the way things are.

They lied.

[bjornwilde]

My first response to this is, The first rule of magic, there are no rules.

[damncompass]

Reynolds said that the compass would help him with his research, that it would make the legend a reality, and that it would help him and Claudia get out of South Dakota and into a better life.

Looking back from his vantage point in the shiny gold nonsense, Joshua realized he should have seen that bullshit right away.

(Also, please feel free to prompt me in any direction for any of mine.)

[timelessinventor]

You never know what will destroy your life, what will absolutely break everything that you've done. For Helena, it was two words: Christina's dead.

[minkhollow]

HELENAAAAAAAAA. D:

[vojvode]

All the greatest achievements of man have been stolen from the gods, for we are greedy, hungry beasts upon the earth and they are weak. I will steal her back as well, for what is Iesu but another god, waiting to be devoured?

[gavin62truck]

Tommy looked out at the rows and rows of new recruits standing at attention before him, fresh-faced and eager, every single one of them dreaming about becoming heroes. But he knew that in this line of work, the day you become a hero is the day you die.

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Lou shifted his gaze from the red velvet cupcakes to the devil's food cupcakes and back again, repeatedly, and for a long time, until the woman behind the counter cleared her throat and gave him a look. Sheepishly, he laid out some crumpled bills and a few coins and said, "One of each, please."

[lady_bols]

A bottle of wine, a pot of tea, a plate of Garibaldi's, a novel she's been meaning to read, a basket with yarn and needles and incomprehensible instructions, a stack of psychology periodicals, a notebook and three different pens because she can't decide which one she likes so she uses the pencil instead, a pack of his brand of cigarillos and a bottle of the finest Scotch.

And still, all she can do is sit and wait, watching that bloody door, and hoping that for once, the universe will decide not to play havoc with her heart.

[hecu_marine]

"I ain't gonna shout at you to git my message across," the Sergeant-Major tells the new recruits when they come in, and he's right. He just gets real quiet, and real polite, and calls the fuckups 'friend', and a whole lot of extra pants get washed in the sink that night.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"I'm very, very good at killing things. Please don't make me prove it."

[againsttherules]

Jack looked at what was in front of them, then at Max. The two men nodded, that which was at stake remaining unspoken, yet present nonetheless. Jack ran.


Okay, okay, I know that is technically 3 sentences, but it just doesn't work without the punchline.

[will_scarlett]

The only sign of their approach was the silken drawing of their bows as figures shifted in the green of the forest.

With a shaken swallow, the man on the road called out to the them, "Please, I wish to join your fight."

[balancingminds]

"Don't be afraid. I'm here for you," His voice led Jean to safety because he would always be there.

[morethanprops]

She couldn't describe him to the guards just the way his smile made her feel safe. It wasn't fair how he made her trust her then left her feeling a fool.

[friend_of_lucy]

It had begun as a normal day when he was watching and afraid of what the trees thought of him. By the end he had hope once more and a handkerchief that belonged to a Daughter of Eve who thought him good.

[makesthings]

The Charter sang in his blood and under his hands as he walked the Wall, finding what it needed and knowing he could help.

Behind him, he knew guards watched and waited, unsure of him but they could wait, now it was him and the Wall.

[not_his_pa]

He felt the train whistle more than he heard it, echoing through the now quiet streets as it sped Ben Wade away.

At his feet, his father grew colder as he waited for what would come next and tried to be ready.

[janebecomes]

Henry talked about how they just had to find the right publisher and she nodded. Her words had been rejected, not her, this was a beginning not an ending.

[wheatencrown]

Under her feet, she felt the ground change from France, her home and friend to Italy, still a friend but not home. Behind her, the garden stilled and waited for the day when its two mistresses would return.

[sunbaked_baker]

People don't like magic near their food - Sunshine knows this, and it's only one of the many reasons why she isn't upfront about being an unregistered magic-handler - but she can't help but wonder if something of her sunlight, the affinity that keeps her alive and keeps her people safe, doesn't get kneaded into the dough when she's making it.

Good food must not just nourish the body, but must also feed the soul, after all, so it makes sense that some of hers go into the making of it.