Some minis from a prompt table.
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titusnowl50 words - The Saint - Challenge
"You couldn't possibly make it to John O'Groats in time to steal Lady Allsopp's opals," said Roger dismissively, flicking his cigarette butt into the grate. "The ceremony's tomorrow night."
"Oh, couldn't I?" asked Simon mildly, his eyes all a-glitter; and Roger knew himself to be a right and proper arse.
25 words - WWI - Play
They played poker with cigarettes for money, and it was generally held to be Not Entirely Fair when Sgt. Campbell won; he didn't even smoke.
50 words - Mike/Psmith - Grief
"And lo, we are without our Jellicoe this weekend. Three days bereft - how shall we assuage our grief? We shall simply have to lose ourselves in activity, to keep our minds from it. I will do my best to keep you distracted from the loss you must be feeling, Jackson."
35 words - The Saint - Nightmare
He awoke in a cold sweat, with that quiet voice still ringing in his ears, the ghost of that last smile still fading before his eyes, the smell of burnt cordite still tickling his nose.
50 words - Jim - Time
Maybe I spent a week in Mexico, and maybe I spent a month. Hell, maybe I spent half a year. When I look back, I can't count the days. It's a blur of color, red and yellow and black and blue, swirling skirts and dancing music. There's no time there.
25 words - WWI - Summer
"I came here when I was a kid," said Davis when they passed the sign for Rheims. "Summer holiday. Looked a sight better back then."
40 words - WWI - Snow
It snowed on the fourth of December, and Sean O'Connell got into a snowball fight with a pair of Jerries. They went over the top on the fifth, and those same two Jerries held their fire when they recognized him.
40 words - The Saint - Family
No doubt the Conways would have disowned their son Roger in 1929, after his name was in all the papers as an Enemy of the Crown; but they'd already done it in 1928, after catching Simon Templar in his bedroom.
25 words - WWI - Dinner
"Oi! I've dropped me mess kit!"
"Oh, pick it back up, ya piker. The mud's probably better for you anyway."
"And it tastes better, too."
"You couldn't possibly make it to John O'Groats in time to steal Lady Allsopp's opals," said Roger dismissively, flicking his cigarette butt into the grate. "The ceremony's tomorrow night."
"Oh, couldn't I?" asked Simon mildly, his eyes all a-glitter; and Roger knew himself to be a right and proper arse.
25 words - WWI - Play
They played poker with cigarettes for money, and it was generally held to be Not Entirely Fair when Sgt. Campbell won; he didn't even smoke.
50 words - Mike/Psmith - Grief
"And lo, we are without our Jellicoe this weekend. Three days bereft - how shall we assuage our grief? We shall simply have to lose ourselves in activity, to keep our minds from it. I will do my best to keep you distracted from the loss you must be feeling, Jackson."
35 words - The Saint - Nightmare
He awoke in a cold sweat, with that quiet voice still ringing in his ears, the ghost of that last smile still fading before his eyes, the smell of burnt cordite still tickling his nose.
50 words - Jim - Time
Maybe I spent a week in Mexico, and maybe I spent a month. Hell, maybe I spent half a year. When I look back, I can't count the days. It's a blur of color, red and yellow and black and blue, swirling skirts and dancing music. There's no time there.
25 words - WWI - Summer
"I came here when I was a kid," said Davis when they passed the sign for Rheims. "Summer holiday. Looked a sight better back then."
40 words - WWI - Snow
It snowed on the fourth of December, and Sean O'Connell got into a snowball fight with a pair of Jerries. They went over the top on the fifth, and those same two Jerries held their fire when they recognized him.
40 words - The Saint - Family
No doubt the Conways would have disowned their son Roger in 1929, after his name was in all the papers as an Enemy of the Crown; but they'd already done it in 1928, after catching Simon Templar in his bedroom.
25 words - WWI - Dinner
"Oi! I've dropped me mess kit!"
"Oh, pick it back up, ya piker. The mud's probably better for you anyway."
"And it tastes better, too."
