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Say What Friday

Greetings all. Happy Friday!

We have survived another week. Yay us!

How goes the writing/creating? Are you ahead of your monthly goal? Right on pace? A little behind?

No worries. There is still plenty of month left.

Here's this week's quote. May it inspire something.

"If you obey all the rules you miss all the fun."

Katherine Hepburn

Do with it what you will.

Happy creating and happy weekend.

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agdhani
Sep. 26th, 2018 04:56 pm (UTC)
I've killed several prompts today...but for the life of me I can't figure out how to make the whole thing visible (my stuff is always too long for these reply boxes!) I'd put it in my journal, but since it doesn't have a public option, no one could get to it...

Anyhow, I played with the Hepburn quote as part of the day's effort.

A little Daredevil in my RP world...no warnings or spoilers necessary.

But here's the clip:
“Aren’t you young ladies out past your curfew?”

“Listen, old man…if we didn’t break the rules, we’d miss all the fun in life,” one of the girls challenged with a slurred voice.

The other three girls giggled and chortled their agreements.

“Shall I see you home…?”

“Sure,” one tittered seductively. One of her friends pulled her back.

“You think we’re crazy?” said another at the same time.

When Matthew landed behind them as they spoke, however, all four screamed in shock and surprise and began pushing and shoving to clamber into the backseat of the car door the closest one had yanked open.

Matthew couldn’t see the driver. He had not been in Tigh Ard the day the man had come to town, had never met him…so why did he recognize his voice? Why did he feel…comfortable? Familiar? Safe? Why did something about him smell vaguely reminiscent of HER?

“Thank you,” said the stranger, ignoring the skittishness of the four crushed into the backseat of his Silver-Arrow, barely fitting but not at all squeamish about the shared physicality of the intimate space.

Grunting, trusting his sense of this man based on nothing more than his voice, his smell, his aura, even though some small part of him wondered if he should, he said, “Take them straight home. If you don’t…”

“Of course.”
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