Drabble Fun
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aloneindarknes7My friend just gave me a link to a site that creates drabbles after you fill in a bit of information. I got a kick out of it! It's like an instant crack drabble machine which makes sense, sometimes. Seriously, these were my favorite three stories that it came up with for my top three pairings; Clex, Sladin, Zutara. Here's the link if you want to laugh as well with your own fun drabbles http://prillalar.com/drabbles/
Disclaimer: I didn't write these, I just provided a few key words then lol.
Clark stepped fearfully out into the purple sunshine, and admired Lex's ankle. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a slimy sight."
Lex climbed off the pond and walked roughly across the grass to greet his lover. Clark patted Lex on the butt and then tried to sit him sneakily, but without success.
"That's all right," Lex said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not clumsy," Clark. "Not as clumsy as the time we sat in his pants."
Lex nodded fragiley. "We were squishy back in those days."
"Our chins were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Clark said. "Everything seems nerdy and giddy when you're young."
"Of course," Lex said. "But now we're sexy, we can still have fun. If we go about it stupidly."
"Stupidly?" Clark said . "But how?"
"With this," Lex said and held out a flamboyant blanket. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to sit."
Clark swallowed the blanket at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to sit stupidly. They sat like a cow that won't milk itself. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
Ripe Lang Syne (Sladin)
Slade sipped skankily at his drink and stood ripe behind a barf. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel clammy and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how FUCKING AWESOME his butt got when he was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Slade knew very well why he was at the party: to see Robin.
Ah, Robin. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his milky tumor made Slade's heart beat like a gay Republican.
But tonight everyone was masked. Slade peered thoughtlessly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Robin. There, he thought, the man over by the pudding, the spongy one with the peacock mask. It had to be Robin. No one else could look so sticky, even in a peacock mask.
He began to walk Slade's way and Slade started to panic. What if he actually talked to Slade?
Robin came right up to Slade and Slade thought that he was going to faint.
"Hello," Robin said happily. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the panties," Slade said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so under-cooked.
Just then, an inky voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Slade's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Robin might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Robin swept Slade into his arms, bent him under a house, and kissed Slade robotically, slipping him the tongue and groping his kneecap.
Slade could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out furiously and pulled Robin's mask off his face. It was Robin! "I knew it was you," Slade said and took his own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Robin said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Slade watched him go. He would be right back, Slade was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
Slade sipped skankily at his drink and stood ripe behind a barf. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel clammy and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how FUCKING AWESOME his butt got when he was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Slade knew very well why he was at the party: to see Robin.
Ah, Robin. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his milky tumor made Slade's heart beat like a gay Republican.
But tonight everyone was masked. Slade peered thoughtlessly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Robin. There, he thought, the man over by the pudding, the spongy one with the peacock mask. It had to be Robin. No one else could look so sticky, even in a peacock mask.
He began to walk Slade's way and Slade started to panic. What if he actually talked to Slade?
Robin came right up to Slade and Slade thought that he was going to faint.
"Hello," Robin said happily. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the panties," Slade said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so under-cooked.
Just then, an inky voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Slade's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Robin might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Robin swept Slade into his arms, bent him under a house, and kissed Slade robotically, slipping him the tongue and groping his kneecap.
Slade could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out furiously and pulled Robin's mask off his face. It was Robin! "I knew it was you," Slade said and took his own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Robin said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Slade watched him go. He would be right back, Slade was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
The Adventure Of The Kangaroo (Zutara, my only hetero pairing)
Zuko and Katara were out for a freckled Valentine's walk in my pants. As they went, Katara rested her hand on Zuko's big toe. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so naked, Zuko was filled with seasick dread.
"Do you suppose it's wooden here?" he asked inspiringly.
"You dripping silly," Katara said, tickling Zuko with her Iroh. "It's completely reddish."
Just then, a blue kangaroo leapt out from behind a dolphin and drowned Katara in the wenis. "Aaargh!" Katara screamed.
Things looked french fried. But Zuko, although he was long, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a necklace and, like someone wearing a sombraro in France, beat the kangaroo bitterly until it ran off. "That will teach you to drown innocent people."
Then he clasped Katara close. Katara was bleeding joyfully. "My darling," Zuko said, and pressed his lips to Katara's eye.
"I love you," Katara said dizzily, and expired in Zuko's arms.
Zuko never loved again.
So, your lungs about to burst from all of your laughter yet?
Zuko and Katara were out for a freckled Valentine's walk in my pants. As they went, Katara rested her hand on Zuko's big toe. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so naked, Zuko was filled with seasick dread.
"Do you suppose it's wooden here?" he asked inspiringly.
"You dripping silly," Katara said, tickling Zuko with her Iroh. "It's completely reddish."
Just then, a blue kangaroo leapt out from behind a dolphin and drowned Katara in the wenis. "Aaargh!" Katara screamed.
Things looked french fried. But Zuko, although he was long, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a necklace and, like someone wearing a sombraro in France, beat the kangaroo bitterly until it ran off. "That will teach you to drown innocent people."
Then he clasped Katara close. Katara was bleeding joyfully. "My darling," Zuko said, and pressed his lips to Katara's eye.
"I love you," Katara said dizzily, and expired in Zuko's arms.
Zuko never loved again.
So, your lungs about to burst from all of your laughter yet?
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Date: 2008-02-06 08:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-07 12:32 am (UTC)*chokes on soda*
Date: 2008-08-31 09:02 am (UTC)""
That. Was. PERFECT. I didn't know Robin even HAD a tumor. o_o
You are seriously awesome. :D
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And that was awesome too. :P
*snorts and tries to stifle her laughter so her parents don't wake up.* Thanks, I needed that to quell my anxiety since I only have two days to finish a project I stupidly forgot to do for school. :D
Re: *chokes on soda*
Date: 2008-08-31 09:32 pm (UTC)Re: *chokes on soda*
Date: 2008-09-01 01:03 am (UTC)Luckily there's not that much left and the part that really matters is actually quite simple now that I think about it. Having two late nights and screwing up my sleeping schedule even more shouldn't be TOO bad... :3