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Fiction: Kraken
May. 25th, 2014 06:48 pmTitle: Kraken
World: other
Word count: 1,542
Rating: PG
Prompt: Continuing with the prompts from K. Orion Fray, except I think I missed the point... so I'm just posting what I wrote. It was fun to write.
Zane had just started reaching down into an inexplicable box of old doorknobs when he hear the unmistakable whirr of a ray gun behind him. He raised his head slowly, then his hands above his shoulders, and finally turned around.
There was a woman standing in the doorway of the storage room; a woman dressed to kill in a tailored black skirt suit, heels that could probably literally kill, dark hair in a severe bun, and bright red lipstick. And, of course, she was pointing a ray gun at him, the barrel glowing ominously.( Read more... )
World: other
Word count: 1,542
Rating: PG
Prompt: Continuing with the prompts from K. Orion Fray, except I think I missed the point... so I'm just posting what I wrote. It was fun to write.
Zane had just started reaching down into an inexplicable box of old doorknobs when he hear the unmistakable whirr of a ray gun behind him. He raised his head slowly, then his hands above his shoulders, and finally turned around.
There was a woman standing in the doorway of the storage room; a woman dressed to kill in a tailored black skirt suit, heels that could probably literally kill, dark hair in a severe bun, and bright red lipstick. And, of course, she was pointing a ray gun at him, the barrel glowing ominously.( Read more... )
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