Random inspiration
May. 25th, 2006 03:39 pmIs anyone looking for inspiration? If so, I will put my ipod on shuffle and hand you the first three or four lines of the first song it plays, and then you write a story inspired by them, or a part of them. It can be of any length, fandom, filthy kink, etc.
ps, the management is not to be held responsible if you get Abba.
ps, the management is not to be held responsible if you get Abba.
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Date: 2006-05-25 04:20 pm (UTC)I saw my baby,
She was turning blue,
Oh, I knew that soon, her
Young life was through
The girl twisted and arched against the cheap sheets, her hands opening and closing, her mouth gasping.
A man was entitled to a little R&R, especially after a hard day battling evil. Being surrounded by people who were convinced they were damned was depressing, and it felt good to blow off steam. As long as he didn't do it too often and didn't leave incriminating evidence, everything was fine. He was one of the good guys. That was what everyone had to remember.
The girl moaned and flung an arm out wildly, knocking the flimsy alarm clock off the bedside table to break on the floor. Not to worry, it had come free with the large size pack of cornflakes recently. He'd seen ones like it in the supermarket.
He had a tough life, always at the beck and call of those who felt criminals should be quietly hunted down rather than futilely pursued through the courts. He agreed - the law was, as that English book said, an ass. It wasn't the killing that got him down, it was the constant soul-searching, the constant whining. Kill the bastards and forget them, that was his motto.
The girl's eyes were locked on his, pleading for release. Come one, come on, he didn't want to get home too late, he had an early morning meeting.
Mixing business and pleasure was the problem. He knew that both were needed in life, that they couldn't be allowed get out of balance. Lots of people got the balance wrong - the boss, for example, seemed to think the world would end if he ever did something purely to please himself. The boss's friends were all nutcases - inappropriately hung-up on their sisters, or liking the killing in a way that was just sloppy, or getting off on strangling girls while fucking them.
Speaking of which.
The girl stopped drumming her heels, and gave a long rattling sigh, her eyes fluttering closed. Finally. He never could get it up while they were staring at him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the condom. The thing to do, he thought idly as he positioned himself, was to work on more precision with his telekinesis. Leave enough students with finger-shaped bruises on their necks and the boss would think Kudou was up to his old tricks, and would tearfully, sorrowfully give the order to have him dealt with.
The thought of how much Mamoru would whine and agonise over it made him laugh almost too much to come.
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Date: 2006-05-25 10:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-26 09:37 pm (UTC)Nagi thinks he's the normal one, really. Fucking someone while you're strangling them - that's a bit off. Fucking them afterwards, well, that hardly counts.