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drabble Prompt (s) #14a & b
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Fordrabble @ DW
a. "I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him."
and/or
b. "Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry."
-Mark Twain/Samuel Clemens
"You're not seriously going to fight this guy, are you?" Sookie shouted, her face flushed with frustration and fear as Eric sharpened a giant, lethal-looking sword.
"No, I am not."
"Then... what exactly are you going to do with *that*?"
Eric glanced up from his task. "I am going to kill him with it. Dueling implies a level of competition. His skill is no match for mine."
Sookie sat down hard. "Oh. Well then."
"Indeed," Eric agreed and rose to his full height, entirely a warrior in spite of his modern attire. "Make yourself comfortable. This will not take long."
Buffy stared at the coffin display until the funeral home director cleared his throat.
"I had great respect for your husband, Mrs. Summers. His passing is a terrible loss to our community."
She tucked a silvered curl behind her ear. "Thanks, he would have liked to hear that." She glanced up, her eyes puffy and red-rimmed, her expression determined. "Angel wouldn't want to be buried in a box. You mentioned a green cremation? He'd be like, tree mulch or something, right?"
Xander smirked. "Wouldn't be much of a change."
Buffy glared at him as the undertaker looked on in shock.
Wow, 200 WHOLE WORDS! That's like, a record for me lately!
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drabble @ DWa. "I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him."
and/or
b. "Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry."
-Mark Twain/Samuel Clemens
"You're not seriously going to fight this guy, are you?" Sookie shouted, her face flushed with frustration and fear as Eric sharpened a giant, lethal-looking sword.
"No, I am not."
"Then... what exactly are you going to do with *that*?"
Eric glanced up from his task. "I am going to kill him with it. Dueling implies a level of competition. His skill is no match for mine."
Sookie sat down hard. "Oh. Well then."
"Indeed," Eric agreed and rose to his full height, entirely a warrior in spite of his modern attire. "Make yourself comfortable. This will not take long."
Buffy stared at the coffin display until the funeral home director cleared his throat.
"I had great respect for your husband, Mrs. Summers. His passing is a terrible loss to our community."
She tucked a silvered curl behind her ear. "Thanks, he would have liked to hear that." She glanced up, her eyes puffy and red-rimmed, her expression determined. "Angel wouldn't want to be buried in a box. You mentioned a green cremation? He'd be like, tree mulch or something, right?"
Xander smirked. "Wouldn't be much of a change."
Buffy glared at him as the undertaker looked on in shock.
Wow, 200 WHOLE WORDS! That's like, a record for me lately!