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chaoscheebsIf you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post a fragment from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s):
Untitled Chaotix thing
* * *
Alicia Acorn Elementary was an ordinary brick school building on an ordinary tree-lined street in an Anytown, USA. The bell rang, signaling the start of the first school day. Inside the Kindergarten classroom, there were the typical cries of child who didn’t want to leave his parents. There was one every year, Miss Wilder thought. But this child, however, was especially stubborn.
“I DON’T WANNA GOOOOOOOOOO!” the little bee cried, clinging to the crocodile for dear life. “I wanna stay with you, Vector!”
The crocodile, along with a chameleon (who was rapidly changing an annoyed red) tried to pull the child off. “Kid, ya got ta go ta school; it’s th’ law! Ya don’t wanna get us arrested—“
“Again,” the chameleon muttered.
“That was an honest mistake, and th’ charges were dropped!” Vector protested. “C’mon, kid, it’s not so bad. I went ta this school when I was a kid!”
Espio smirked. “Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to be here; look at the brilliant job it did with you.”
Vector snorted and shot the chameleon a nasty look. “Ha, ha, ha.”
* * *
Tangential Tales -- "Arctica Elmina and the Temple of Illusion"
* * *
“Thanks again for coming along, princey,” Elmina said, facing the South stone.
“Anytime, ‘Mina, but could you stop calling me ‘princey’? It stopped applying months ago,” Cecil replied, looking out at the North stone.
She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. “You’re still ‘princey’ to me, kiddo, title or no.”
“‘Mina…” the boy mumbled. He adjusted his quickly-growing in ponytail. “All right now, what did the book in the abbey say about this place…?” he said in a firmer tone. He paused. “Hey, ‘Mina?”
“Yes, princey?”
“Just how did you come across a magical item strong enough to undo the fricking Rings of Timespace anyway?” Cecil asked.
“Er, you see…”
*
In a little tavern in Valeria, formerly known as Adlehyde…
*fwump!*
“I tol’ you, I coul’ drink anyone unner the table!”
*
“Let’s not go into the details,” Elmina answered. “So, figure out what to do yet?”
* * *
Unfamiliar Memories, part one
* * *
Sonic coolly looked around the lab, noting the cute mongoose girl was in the room too. He also made a note that the “jock” wasn’t in this class either. Of course he wouldn’t be here, he’s a year older than me, he thought. He paused. Wait, why the hell do I know that? And why do I freaking care about some random idiot?
While he was trying to solve these mysteries, the teacher—a frail, white-haired lady of sixty-two—stepped into the classroom. “Good afternoon, class,” the teacher began, “I’m Ms. Robotnik, and this is Biology I. The purpose of this class is…”
What she said next didn’t matter, at least to the hedgehog. He had stopped listening when she said “Robotnik”. Robotnik… That sounds familiar…
*
A lavender hedgehog woman was in the middle of making lunch when she heard her young son crying in the living room. She hurried to his side, knelt down next to him, and asked, “Maury? What’s wrong, honey?” The boy, unable to say anything, wailed and pointed to the TV.
The mother looked and listened to the breaking news report. “—reports say that Dr. Ivo Robotnik, a well-known name in the field of robotics, was attempting to seize the seven legendary Chaos Emeralds when Westside Island vanished off the face of the Earth—“
The lavender hedgehog looked at her son, baffled. It was tragic, yes, but they didn’t know anyone there. What on Earth could be troubling him? she thought.
The boy sniffled and whimpered, “Little bro…”
* * *
Untitled DC crackfic
* * *
“You really tried to blast Batman for not listening to me? Are you suicidal?!” Ted Kord exclaimed. Over in the chair, Gladys peered over her newspaper for a second, then returned her attention to the Mary Worth strip.
“Well, if he had listened in the first place, you wouldn’tve gotten… you know,” the blond hero replied sheepishly. “And come on, don’t tell me you didn’t want to deck him after you came back! Sheesh, instead of a bat on his chest, he should have giant di—“ At about that time, Booster finally noticed Ted holding up one hand and pointing behind him with the other, and Gladys doing her best impression of a still life. “… he’s right behind me, isn’t he?”
The inventor nodded. “Batman. I didn’t know bats migrated south for the winter.” Silence. “Look, if it’s about how I came back, I really don’t remember—“
“Toilet paper,” Batman abruptly said. “Eggs. ‘Gal-underscore-Gardner-dot-j-p-g’. Batmobile. Explain.”
Ted crossed his arms and thought to a moment. “Robin finally realized how humiliating it was to wear green panties in public all those years and egged the Batmobile as revenge?” Booster absently chuckled, but his mind was elsewhere; where had he heard of “Gal Gardner” before?
The Dark Knight glowered, as he was wont to do. He reached for his utility belt for the clue. Suddenly, bright blue Silly String erupted from the newly-opened compartment!
Beetle's response was immediate. "BWAHAHAHAHAHA!"
“… I thought I got rid of all of that,” Batman grumbled.
Untitled Chaotix thing
* * *
Alicia Acorn Elementary was an ordinary brick school building on an ordinary tree-lined street in an Anytown, USA. The bell rang, signaling the start of the first school day. Inside the Kindergarten classroom, there were the typical cries of child who didn’t want to leave his parents. There was one every year, Miss Wilder thought. But this child, however, was especially stubborn.
“I DON’T WANNA GOOOOOOOOOO!” the little bee cried, clinging to the crocodile for dear life. “I wanna stay with you, Vector!”
The crocodile, along with a chameleon (who was rapidly changing an annoyed red) tried to pull the child off. “Kid, ya got ta go ta school; it’s th’ law! Ya don’t wanna get us arrested—“
“Again,” the chameleon muttered.
“That was an honest mistake, and th’ charges were dropped!” Vector protested. “C’mon, kid, it’s not so bad. I went ta this school when I was a kid!”
Espio smirked. “Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to be here; look at the brilliant job it did with you.”
Vector snorted and shot the chameleon a nasty look. “Ha, ha, ha.”
* * *
Tangential Tales -- "Arctica Elmina and the Temple of Illusion"
* * *
“Thanks again for coming along, princey,” Elmina said, facing the South stone.
“Anytime, ‘Mina, but could you stop calling me ‘princey’? It stopped applying months ago,” Cecil replied, looking out at the North stone.
She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. “You’re still ‘princey’ to me, kiddo, title or no.”
“‘Mina…” the boy mumbled. He adjusted his quickly-growing in ponytail. “All right now, what did the book in the abbey say about this place…?” he said in a firmer tone. He paused. “Hey, ‘Mina?”
“Yes, princey?”
“Just how did you come across a magical item strong enough to undo the fricking Rings of Timespace anyway?” Cecil asked.
“Er, you see…”
*
In a little tavern in Valeria, formerly known as Adlehyde…
*fwump!*
“I tol’ you, I coul’ drink anyone unner the table!”
*
“Let’s not go into the details,” Elmina answered. “So, figure out what to do yet?”
* * *
Unfamiliar Memories, part one
* * *
Sonic coolly looked around the lab, noting the cute mongoose girl was in the room too. He also made a note that the “jock” wasn’t in this class either. Of course he wouldn’t be here, he’s a year older than me, he thought. He paused. Wait, why the hell do I know that? And why do I freaking care about some random idiot?
While he was trying to solve these mysteries, the teacher—a frail, white-haired lady of sixty-two—stepped into the classroom. “Good afternoon, class,” the teacher began, “I’m Ms. Robotnik, and this is Biology I. The purpose of this class is…”
What she said next didn’t matter, at least to the hedgehog. He had stopped listening when she said “Robotnik”. Robotnik… That sounds familiar…
*
A lavender hedgehog woman was in the middle of making lunch when she heard her young son crying in the living room. She hurried to his side, knelt down next to him, and asked, “Maury? What’s wrong, honey?” The boy, unable to say anything, wailed and pointed to the TV.
The mother looked and listened to the breaking news report. “—reports say that Dr. Ivo Robotnik, a well-known name in the field of robotics, was attempting to seize the seven legendary Chaos Emeralds when Westside Island vanished off the face of the Earth—“
The lavender hedgehog looked at her son, baffled. It was tragic, yes, but they didn’t know anyone there. What on Earth could be troubling him? she thought.
The boy sniffled and whimpered, “Little bro…”
* * *
Untitled DC crackfic
* * *
“You really tried to blast Batman for not listening to me? Are you suicidal?!” Ted Kord exclaimed. Over in the chair, Gladys peered over her newspaper for a second, then returned her attention to the Mary Worth strip.
“Well, if he had listened in the first place, you wouldn’tve gotten… you know,” the blond hero replied sheepishly. “And come on, don’t tell me you didn’t want to deck him after you came back! Sheesh, instead of a bat on his chest, he should have giant di—“ At about that time, Booster finally noticed Ted holding up one hand and pointing behind him with the other, and Gladys doing her best impression of a still life. “… he’s right behind me, isn’t he?”
The inventor nodded. “Batman. I didn’t know bats migrated south for the winter.” Silence. “Look, if it’s about how I came back, I really don’t remember—“
“Toilet paper,” Batman abruptly said. “Eggs. ‘Gal-underscore-Gardner-dot-j-p-g’. Batmobile. Explain.”
Ted crossed his arms and thought to a moment. “Robin finally realized how humiliating it was to wear green panties in public all those years and egged the Batmobile as revenge?” Booster absently chuckled, but his mind was elsewhere; where had he heard of “Gal Gardner” before?
The Dark Knight glowered, as he was wont to do. He reached for his utility belt for the clue. Suddenly, bright blue Silly String erupted from the newly-opened compartment!
Beetle's response was immediate. "BWAHAHAHAHAHA!"
“… I thought I got rid of all of that,” Batman grumbled.
