Cliches abound
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ds_flashfictionBecause Ces pretty much demanded it, I had to write it. *g*
479 words, two pairs of breasts, one cave, no penises.
Also my first attempt at writing an all-dialogue story. Here goes...
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
by JennyB.
“Hey, Frase?”
“Yes, Ray.”
“There something funny in the water up here?”
“Not that I’m aware of Ray.”
“There some funky, mystical energy in this cave?”
“I doubt it, Ray.”
“Then why do I have breasts? And why do you have breasts? They weren’t there when we huddled up in here last night to get away from the storm. And there’s some things missing that *were* there last night!”
“Oh, dear.”
“Yeah. Tell me about it. I peed all over myself trying to take a whiz a minute ago. Thank god for that extra pair of longjohns in my pack. So, any idea if we’re dreaming or if this actually is happening?”
“Urinating on yourself wasn’t enough to make you believe that this is reality?”
“I have some weird dreams, Fraser.”
“…”
“Aren’t you going to say something, Frase?”
“I’d say that you make a remarkably attractive woman.”
“What’s remarkable about it, Frase? Skinny always looks better on a chick than it does on a guy.”
“I’ve always thought it looked very good on you, Ray.”
“Oh yeah? Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“You’re quite welcome and thank you kindly, Ray.”
“Wait a minute. I asked you once if you thought I was attractive and you said you weren’t qualified to judge. You’re qualified now that we’re women?”
“Culturally, it’s more acceptable for women to compliment each other’s appearance, to touch, hug, even kiss. Oh, dear.”
“What? Do not scratch your eyebrow, Fraser, tell me what you’re thinking. This is weird enough; it’s not like it could get any weirder.”
“I wouldn’t count on that.”
“You want to kiss me?”
“Yes. Very much so.”
“I’m right here. What’re you waiting for? Mmmmmm…now see, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Lovely, delightful. You have beautiful breasts, Ray.”
“And I thought it couldn’t get any weirder. Ohhhh, that feels *good*.”
“Indeed. Mmmmm, Ray, your fingers are so long. Yes, just like that. Curl your fingers in…ah, yes. Ooohhh, yes!”
“Oh, right there…your thumb…oh…ohh…oohhhhh!!!”
“God, Ray, don’t stop!”
“I got you, buddy.”
“Aaahhhhh!!”
“Wow.”
“Indeed.”
“Who knew you were a moaner?”
“I did. Who knew you had such talented hands?”
“Stella.”
“…”
“Sorry. So, Frase?”
“Mmmhmmm?”
“If we turn back into guys, is this gonna go away?”
“I certainly hope not, Ray. I actually prefer you as a man.”
“Good, ‘cause I prefer you as a man, too.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you say?”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Point taken. Now, I suggest we get comfortable. The storm is still raging and will be for a while yet.”
“That’s okay, buddy. The fire’s still raging, too.”
“Actually, Ray, it’s down to a few coals. We should really—“
“Wasn’t talking about that fire. Come on, you gorgeous hunk of woman. Let’s make out some more. Might as well play with the toys while we got ‘em.”
“Right you are, Ray.”
479 words, two pairs of breasts, one cave, no penises.
Also my first attempt at writing an all-dialogue story. Here goes...
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
by JennyB.
“Hey, Frase?”
“Yes, Ray.”
“There something funny in the water up here?”
“Not that I’m aware of Ray.”
“There some funky, mystical energy in this cave?”
“I doubt it, Ray.”
“Then why do I have breasts? And why do you have breasts? They weren’t there when we huddled up in here last night to get away from the storm. And there’s some things missing that *were* there last night!”
“Oh, dear.”
“Yeah. Tell me about it. I peed all over myself trying to take a whiz a minute ago. Thank god for that extra pair of longjohns in my pack. So, any idea if we’re dreaming or if this actually is happening?”
“Urinating on yourself wasn’t enough to make you believe that this is reality?”
“I have some weird dreams, Fraser.”
“…”
“Aren’t you going to say something, Frase?”
“I’d say that you make a remarkably attractive woman.”
“What’s remarkable about it, Frase? Skinny always looks better on a chick than it does on a guy.”
“I’ve always thought it looked very good on you, Ray.”
“Oh yeah? Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“You’re quite welcome and thank you kindly, Ray.”
“Wait a minute. I asked you once if you thought I was attractive and you said you weren’t qualified to judge. You’re qualified now that we’re women?”
“Culturally, it’s more acceptable for women to compliment each other’s appearance, to touch, hug, even kiss. Oh, dear.”
“What? Do not scratch your eyebrow, Fraser, tell me what you’re thinking. This is weird enough; it’s not like it could get any weirder.”
“I wouldn’t count on that.”
“You want to kiss me?”
“Yes. Very much so.”
“I’m right here. What’re you waiting for? Mmmmmm…now see, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Lovely, delightful. You have beautiful breasts, Ray.”
“And I thought it couldn’t get any weirder. Ohhhh, that feels *good*.”
“Indeed. Mmmmm, Ray, your fingers are so long. Yes, just like that. Curl your fingers in…ah, yes. Ooohhh, yes!”
“Oh, right there…your thumb…oh…ohh…oohhhhh!!!”
“God, Ray, don’t stop!”
“I got you, buddy.”
“Aaahhhhh!!”
“Wow.”
“Indeed.”
“Who knew you were a moaner?”
“I did. Who knew you had such talented hands?”
“Stella.”
“…”
“Sorry. So, Frase?”
“Mmmhmmm?”
“If we turn back into guys, is this gonna go away?”
“I certainly hope not, Ray. I actually prefer you as a man.”
“Good, ‘cause I prefer you as a man, too.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you say?”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Point taken. Now, I suggest we get comfortable. The storm is still raging and will be for a while yet.”
“That’s okay, buddy. The fire’s still raging, too.”
“Actually, Ray, it’s down to a few coals. We should really—“
“Wasn’t talking about that fire. Come on, you gorgeous hunk of woman. Let’s make out some more. Might as well play with the toys while we got ‘em.”
“Right you are, Ray.”
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Date: 2003-07-30 05:02 pm (UTC)That was wonderful. I'm so amused now. Thank you. :-)
"Right you are, Ray." ::snerk::
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Date: 2003-07-31 01:43 pm (UTC)So glad you enjoyed it!!
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Date: 2003-07-30 05:15 pm (UTC)“I did. Who knew you had such talented hands?”
“Stella.”
Okay, that's where I started to laugh out loud. What I really adore is the way these
guyser,gals, take it all in stride. And, hey! I love all the all-dialogue stories. Coolness.
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Date: 2003-07-31 01:46 pm (UTC)We were sort of sharing a brain again on this challenge, weren't we...didn't you post an all-dialogue story this week? (brain fried...need vacation...)
I love it when I can make people laugh...thanks!!!
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Date: 2003-07-30 05:52 pm (UTC)Ray: breasts.
Fraser: breasts.
::hides face in hands::
But where are Mr. Winky and Mr. Blinky?
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Date: 2003-07-31 01:48 pm (UTC)Didn't mean to frighten you. ;o)
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Date: 2003-07-30 05:58 pm (UTC)Trying not to laugh out loud at work, because no *way* do I want to explain this one to the guys... Awesome take on the cliche.
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Date: 2003-07-31 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-30 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-31 01:51 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it! It was fun to write.
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Date: 2003-07-30 07:00 pm (UTC)Now, THAT'S MY RAY!
*hee*
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Date: 2003-07-30 07:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-31 01:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-31 01:52 pm (UTC)Femslash!
Date: 2003-07-30 08:26 pm (UTC)Re: Femslash!
Date: 2003-07-31 01:54 pm (UTC)I do like me some femslash, too, but I knew if I got into a narrative, I'd never finish the damn story. *g*
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Date: 2003-07-30 09:03 pm (UTC)And Ray thinks he isn't smart. Silly Ray. Heh. This was very good.
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Date: 2003-07-31 01:56 pm (UTC)And thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed the story!
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Date: 2003-07-30 09:26 pm (UTC)Ces melts into a weird puddle on the floor. Why is that so weirdly hot to me? Geez...
PS! From now on, everybody, like Jenny, must write what I demand!!! Good Jenny!!! Good, good Jenny!!!
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Date: 2003-07-31 01:58 pm (UTC)So which of us is to blame for the silliness?? ;o)
And where's my biscuit? I was a good girl, I was. :o)
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Date: 2003-07-31 05:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-31 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-16 10:31 pm (UTC)“Then why do I have breasts? And why do you have breasts? They weren’t there when we huddled up in here last night to get away from the storm. And there’s some things missing that *were* there last night!” Lovely Ray voice.