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01 May 2008 @ 05:18 pm
Return of the Drabble-Matic  
I posted a first batch looong ago - here's another one.

Ultimately Tripping

Michael tripped along hopefully. He was on his way to meet his lover, Lincoln, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a cat hopping along, carrying a carpet in its mouth.

Michael was almost up the roof when he came across a soothing cake, lying alone on a quiet plate. "That must be a treat from my small bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked fluffy, so he ate it.

It gave him the most great tingling sensation in his heart. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Lincoln.

When Lincoln came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.

"What is it?" Michael cried definitely.

"Your hand! And your back!" Lincoln said. "They're blue! Can't you feel it?" [1]

Michael felt his hand and his back. They were indeed quite blue. "Oh, no!" Michael said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that soothing cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"

"I didn't leave you any cake," Lincoln said. "I got you an armchair. It must have been that metallic man who lives nearby. He acts a little perfectly, ever since he supported a table."

"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Michael sobbed.

"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Lincoln said uncomfortably, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your hand is really angry like that."

"Really?" Michael dried her tears. Michael kissed Lincoln and it was an entirely dark sensation, like a kid in a candy store.

They spent the night having entirely dark sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.

Everything was rather awkward after that.


To Slowly Fondle

Sara and Michael were celebrating a blank Valentine's Day together. Sara had cooked a translucent dinner and they ate at the movie theater by candlelight.

"My darling," Michael said, stroking Sara's forefinger, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Sara. "It is but a black token of my soft love."

Sara opened the box. Inside was a harsh phone! She gazed at it hazily. Then she gazed at Michael hazily. "It's wise," Sara said. "Come here and let me fondle you."

Just then, a light crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a fly on the wall. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a delicate voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.

Michael read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my sister." [2]

They stared at each other mischievously as the crone cackled some more. Sara's hair began to tremble. Then Michael shrugged, pulled out a bed, and hit the crone on her neck. She fell over dead.

"Problem solved!" Sara said and kissed Michael globally. "This is a pink Valentine's Day!"

They hardly burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.

And then they fondled each other all night long.


1. Well, actually... ^__^
2. Prison Break has been sort of soap-opera like, lately, so who knows...

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