DE: Ficlet Friday

[bjornwilde]

Today I am bringing back an old staple, short fics! Originally these bled over from Twitter and so a 140 word limit is sort of suggested.
For prompts, how about either:
1 - Hit shuffle on your music player of choice and use the first song. Or...
2 - Go to Wikipedia's random article page. Or...
3 - Post in with a request and we'll give you prompts.

Comments

[katyafeline]

Gimme prompts - any of mine. The random article page keeps giving me things like obscure band conductors, idek.

Jemma Simmons
Katya
Oswin
William Blakeney
Glorfindel
Ace
Sam Stewart
Bones McCoy

[bjornwilde]

Jemma - Wildthing
Katya - Disorder
Oswin - Mirror rage

[mnt_mike]

I will take prompts!
Because today is a day for prompts.

Michaelangelo
Raphael
Splinter
Bumi
Aang
The Ooompa Loompas
Ida

[bjornwilde]

Michaelangelo - One mint julep
Aang - Time of the season
The Ooompa Loompas - Belispeak

[12goingon113]

"Well," Aang stammers, trying to come up with the best explanation for Appa's uncharacteristic outburst. "It's just the time of the season."

[ceitfianna]

I'd love prompts and enjoy short fics, they're always challenging.

Will Scarlett
Charles Xavier
Quentin
Sameth
William Evans
Moist von Lipwig
Jane Austen
Demeter
Tumnus

[garde723]

Demeter - Absolutely nothing
Sameth - Ironheart
Tumnus - Adrift

[amrin_20012002]

Throwing in:

Ibani (last_kallig) The Sith Inquisitor from Star Wars the Old Republic.


and Rocket Racoon from Guardians of the Galaxy

[garde723]

Ibani - merging lives

Rocket - backed by warrenty

[nobody_like_me]

It was not the first time the door of Axolotl's Guns and Weaponry had hit the wall with a resounding slam, but it was the first time it appeared to do so on its own.

Then the clerk looked down to behold a being an earthling might have called a 'bipedal racoon'. "Hey, a-hole!" it shouted, brandishing what appeared to be a rather damaged New and Improved Incapacitator Mark 3(TM). "I want my money back! This hunk of junk BLEW UP IN MY HAND the first time I took it out of the box!"

The clerk launched into their well practiced routine. "All refund requests must be accompanied by proof of defect and forms 10a through 10q. In triplicate."

WHUM went a very large gun that was somehow suddenly in his face, along with the tiny, but now VERY angry customer. "PROOF! ARE YOU BLIND? It's practically SLAG!"

The clerk reached for the call security button only to feel something....woody, wrap around his wrist. His eyes rolled up to see something very large and treelike looming over him. "I am Groot," it rumbled warningly.

[last_kallig]

Her skin tells the story of where two lives merged, slave and Sith. The scars of the slave brand added to with her own hands, transmuting the symbols of oppression with lines of power, of history. She will be something new, something they have never seen before.

[death_gone_mad]

Wikipedia tells me to write a ficlet involving Kenneth Kunde, Democratic Congressman for Wisconsin in the late 50's. He was born in Oshkosh and died in Sheboygan.

Come on Wikipedia, stop hatin'.

[fowl_beast]

"FLEE FROM ME, CONGRESSMAN KUNDE!" says the wind before roaring into the office and scattering the piles of paper on the desk.

Kenneth shakes the sleep out of his head and reassesses his office. Nothing out of place, except for the slightly dishevelled large budget report on his desk.

"I've been staring at this for too long," he says before standing up, stretching, and leaving the office for the night.

[not_the_cavalry]

I think I love you. /cackling

[fowl_beast]

It is helpful to have a false god of distractions as a muse sometimes. /bows