Stolen from Lyn Thorne-Alder, who stole it from someone else, in the great tradition of internet memes.
Tell me about a story I haven’t written, and I’ll give you between one and three sentences from that story.
(Snippets will be edited into this post for ease of perusal.)
From Lyn Thorne-Alder: “The Daevalicious in a situation where Patrick well and truly has to rescue her.”
“No, I am here of my own free will, clearly.” I regret to admit I was genuinely – and more embarrasing, obviously – sulking. It was not my finest moment.
From Hob: “I’ve never seen you write the story of how the Moon convinced Mrs. Kitty to love him.”
“He can give you mice,” said the Moon, “but I can give you the stars.”
Several from B:
How Mr and Mrs Gainsfeld met.
“Oh come now, I would not go so far as that,” he declared. “One might as well speculate on the material of Miss Lennick’s stockings.”
Frederick nearly choked on his drink.
Once upon a time, there was a boy with eyes made of poison-ice.
He huddled, miserable, in the corner beneath the stairs, and his tears left purple-black stains on his cheeks.
Catherine Lucasta Dillon was a very curious little hedgegirl.
It had been there, just a moment before. She was certain of it. Her protestations to that effect were, however, dismissed with a curt reminder that she did not have time to be making up stories.
A talking dictionary has a chat with an old mobile phone.
“You have the most terrible spelling I have ever seen!”
sorry :( i cnt tell, no1 evr told me my splng is bad
Several from LilFluff:
The fennec of ambiguous gender (herm?) from here on the day the picture was made (or perhaps a birthday).
He sighed, scratching the back of his neck as he looked down at the fox-person… creature… person. “And what’m I supposed to do with you?”
A follow up to Lavender?
She missed the sunlight. It could have been worse – a lot worse – but the lack of sunlight, of fresh air, took a greater toll than she would have expected.
The mice plot with the cat against the dog.
It was an uneasy agreement at best. A good half of the elders were convinced it was all a trick and it was quite frankly suicidal to ever trust a cat.