teabag
Corporal Punishment
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Post by teabag on Oct 20, 2011 0:16:22 GMT
So yeah some of you guys may know of this website, but you put in some words and it makes a story. prillalar.com/drabbles/Here is one of said stories: A Glorious Day To Falcon Punch Thomas stepped extremely out into the ripe sunshine, and admired Erin's face. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a drab sight." Erin climbed off the door of a car and walked truthfully across the grass to greet her lover. Thomas patted Erin on the spleen and then tried to falcon punch her pretentiously, but without success. "That's all right," Erin said. "We can try again later." "I'm just not mysterious," Thomas. "Not as mysterious as the time we falcon punched beside a volcano." Erin nodded happily. "We were ancient back in those days." "Our foots were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Thomas said. "Everything seems silky and stale when you're young." "Of course," Erin said. "But now we're lazy, we can still have fun. If we go about it annually." "Annually?" Thomas said . "But how?" "With this," Erin said and held out a witty bookcase. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to falcon punch." Thomas swallowed the bookcase at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to falcon punch annually. They falcon punched like a bag of wet mice. Three times. And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn. I thought the likes of Stewart may appreciate the beauty of this story but figured people could post their most hilarious ones here.
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Post by CandyClouds on Oct 20, 2011 0:19:33 GMT
A Potato In Time
On a glorious and bubbly morning, Erin sat under a rabbit. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone. Her ear ached in sorrow for the secret love that she could never share. How could she expect Thomas to love someone with a smelly elbow?
Glumly, she began to recite a poem she had composed. "Ah, my love is like a fluffy comfy knickers, all on a summer's day. I wish my Thomas would lick me, in her own supercalifragilisticexpialidocious way..."
"Do you?" Thomas sat down beside Erin and put her hand on Erin's face. "I think that could be arranged."
Erin gasped slyly. "But what about my smelly elbow?"
"I like it," Thomas said graciously. "I think it's glittery."
They came together and their kiss was like a big bad gun-slingin' coyote out to ruin your day.
"I love you," Erin said thunderingly.
"I love you too," Thomas replied and licked her.
They bought a Frog, moved in together, and lived happily ever after.
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Post by Spidey on Oct 20, 2011 1:28:55 GMT
I think we all knew what pairing I was going to put in.
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I'm Dreaming Of A Red Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Tom sat angrily under a bridge, sipping expensive eggnog.
He looked at the fabulous television hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Stewart had hung it there, just before they looked at each other solidly and then fell into each other's arms and ate each other's head.
If only I hadn't been so dastardly, Tom thought, pouring a loud amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Stewart might not have got so mischievous and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a sparkling tear and held his left finger in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a terrible voice lifted ridiculously up in song.
I'm dreaming of a red Christmas
Just like a rainbow that casts a happy glow o'er all the land
Tom ran to the door. It was Stewart, looking daring all over with snow.
"I missed you softly," Stewart said. "And I wanted to eat your head again."
Tom hugged Stewart and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Stewart said.
"I think so too," Tom said and they ate each other's head until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted unicorn arm and lived carefully until Tom got drunk again.
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Post by Someguy on Oct 20, 2011 10:15:39 GMT
Watch and learn, kids.
The Battle For The Superman On a boat, Pedro time-travelled his Superman. He had been busy with the Superman for hours and now wanted nothing more than an iridescent cuddle or an iridescent massage from his lover Pedroette. He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his iridescent Pedroette appeared at the door, grinning vigorously.
"Put down the Superman," Pedroette said exponentially. "Unless you want me to fly that Superman on your Tony Stark." Pedro put down the Superman. He was iridescent. He had never seen Pedroette so iridescent before and it made him iridescent. Pedroette picked up the Superman, then withdrew a 1.21 Gigawatts from her Weedle. "Don't be so iridescent," Pedroette said with an iridescent grimace. "A wild NPH bit my Flux Capacitor this morning, and everything became iridescent. Now with this Superman and this 1.21 Gigawatts I can exponentially rule the world!" Pedro clutched his iridescent Flux Capacitor explosively. This was his lover, his iridescent Pedroette, now staring at him with an iridescent Weedle. "Fight it!" Pedro shouted. "The wild NPH just wants the Superman for his own iridescent devices! He doesn't love you, not the iridescent way I do!" Pedro could see Pedroette trembling explosively. Pedro reached out his Tony Stark and touched Pedroette's Weedle exponentially. He was iridescent, so iridescent, but he knew only his iridescent love for Pedroette would break the wild NPH's spell. Sure enough, Pedroette dropped the Superman with a thunk. "Oh, Pedro," she squealed. "I'm so iridescent, can you ever forgive me?" But Pedro had already moved on a boat. Like a fiesta dedicated to the humble yet unbearably sexy migratory beetroot., he pressed his Tony Stark into Pedroette's Weedle. And as they fell together in an iridescent fit of love, the Superman lay on the floor, iridescent and forgotten.
The Wild NPH Princess Pedro was walking through an iridescent meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied an iridescent little wild NPH lying under a tree. Pedro skipped over to see the dear thing and was iridescent to find that she was hurt! A Delorean had pierced her iridescent little Tony Stark and she whimpered explosively with the pain. "My iridescent little friend," Pedro said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the Delorean, as immigrantly as he could. The wild NPH cried out and Pedro's heart ached, like a fiesta dedicated to the humble yet unbearably sexy migratory beetroot.. "You'll be all right," Pedro whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Pedroette and you can live with me forever!" Scooping Pedroette up in his arms, Pedro carried her home and made a bed for her beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, Pedro nursed Pedroette, cleaning her Tony Stark and feeding her Superman-brand wild NPH chow. On the eighth night, Pedroette climbed into bed with Pedro. She burrowed under the covers and exponentially time-travelled Pedro's Weedle. It made Pedro giggle and he cuddled close to Pedroette, stroking her Flux Capacitor and singing vigorously to her. They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Pedro hurried home so he could curl up with Pedroette. It gave him an iridescent feeling whenever Pedroette time-travelled his Weedle. Then one night, Pedroette looked up at Pedro and said, "If you kiss me, I will become an iridescent princess." Pedro screamed vigorously, he was so surprised. How could a wild NPH talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it. "You're not dreaming," Pedroette said. "Kiss me." "Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," Pedro said and kissed Pedroette on her Flux Capacitor. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood an iridescent princess! With a crown and everything! "I'm Princess Pedroette," she said. "I was cursed. It's a long story." "Is it really you?" Pedro said. "See?" Pedroette said and showed Pedro the scar from the Delorean on her Tony Stark. Then she kissed Pedro and they tumbled on a boat and did a lot of very iridescent things, some of them involving an iridescent 1.21 Gigawatts. "I love you," Pedroette said when they were done. Pedro clasped her close and they lived together happily ever after on all the princess treasure Pedroette had stashed away. And if Pedroette didn't know about Pedro's visits to the wild NPH sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt her.
The Adventure Of The Spock William Shatner and William Shatner were out for an iridescent Valentine's walk into space. As they went, William Shatner rested his hand on William Shatner's acting career. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so iridescent, William Shatner was filled with iridescent dread. "Do you suppose it's iridescent here?" he asked with conviction. "You iridescent silly," William Shatner said, tickling William Shatner with his Takei. "It's completely iridescent." Just then, an iridescent Spock leapt out from behind a phaser and Shatnered William Shatner in that squiggly bit. "Aaargh!" William Shatner screamed.
Things looked iridescent. But William Shatner, although he was iridescent, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a KHAAAAANNNNN! and, like a man who who finally understands that it's okay to be Takei, beat the Spock haltingly until it ran off. "That will teach you to warp innocent people." Then he clasped William Shatner close. William Shatner was bleeding dramatically. "My darling," William Shatner said, and pressed his lips to William Shatner's ego. "I love you," William Shatner said dramatically, and expired in William Shatner's arms. William Shatner never loved again.
True story.
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enigma
Tenacious Typer
It's OK to be not OK... And it's perfect to be not perfect.
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Post by enigma on Oct 20, 2011 11:17:19 GMT
An Erotic Occurrence
Roisin paced up and down, jiggling her nipple. Her very good friend, Mary Sue Trumpet, had arranged to meet her here in the moonlight. "I have something sensual to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Trumpet was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Roisin expected to see her bounce up, her destructive hair streaming behind her and her horny eyes aglow.
Roisin heard footsteps, but they seemed rather mistaken for a delicate and Kieronish girl like Mary Sue Trumpet, whose tread was drunk. She turned around and found Dom staring at her.
"What are you doing here?" Dom said aborted. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Roisin had said that, but now she was beginning to wish she hadn't acted so erroniously. "Mary Sue Trumpet asked to meet me here." As she gazed at Dom, her penis began to throb gayly.
"Oh," Dom said, pretentiously. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Roisin said and caught Dom by his vagina. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Dom said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, between a rock and a hard place.
From behind a mongoose, Mary Sue Trumpet watched with a lustful light in her kinky eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "Roisin/Dom". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the giraffe from extinction.
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Starlong
The Master
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Post by Starlong on Oct 20, 2011 12:41:44 GMT
I think you'll find that THIS is how's it's done:
The Overly Creepy Stranger
The sun was high and the trees stirred lightly in the breeze. Stewart strode along the path, making for Hairy Castle with all speed. Hidden from the eyes of man and beast, he carried the Illegal Hoverboard, which no other must touch until it could be delivered into the safekeeping of the Wizard Third eye.
A rustling of the dried leaves beside the path gave him warning and he drew his rather dull Shovel just in time to face the admittedly scary man who flew at him with such grace that he was almost dazzled.
The man struck fantastically, and Stewart barely raised his Shovel to meet the attack. They fought long and frantically until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.
At last, Stewart found himself forced to one knee, the man's Shovel pressed to his exaggerated spare rib. "I am Turniphead of Hairy Castle," he said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Illegal Hoverboard. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you in my pants."
But Stewart had been waiting for such a chance and, bringing up his Shovel with a twist, overpowered Turniphead and pinned him to the ground. "What say you now?" Stewart said, looking down upon him.
Turniphead's achilles heel shimmered like a kipper smoked JUST in time for breakfast. "I have underestimated you, Stewart. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."
Stewart's desire was enflamed. His spare rib throbbed and all his thoughts were to smoke Turniphead like a Shovelling Stevens. Stewart caressed Turniphead's underappreciated achilles heel and he responded. They came together flabbergastingly, and their joining was as entrancing as their battle, and also much louder.
"Ah, my sweet Lightsabre!" Stewart groaned and smoked Turniphead as foolishly as he could.
"Ouch!" he yelled. "What the hell is that?"
"Oh," Stewart said. "That's where I put the Illegal Hoverboard for safekeeping. Sorry."
When they had finished their romp, they drowsed flamboyantly on the grass, forgetful of all but their sexy love. "We will stay together forever," Turniphead said, and they began all over again.
And so it was that the Wizard Third eye never got the Illegal Hoverboard and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.
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enigma
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It's OK to be not OK... And it's perfect to be not perfect.
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Post by enigma on Oct 20, 2011 13:00:37 GMT
Created by myself, Phil, Annemarie, and Kyle himself:
The Adventure Of The Pork
Kyle and Sandwich!!! were out for a mayonnaise-y Valentine's walk on a plate. As they went, Sandwich!!! rested her hand on Kyle's thigh. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so firey, Kyle was filled with blue-y dread.
"Do you suppose it's orgasmic here?" he asked cheesily.
"You creamy silly," Sandwich!!! said, tickling Kyle with her lettuce. "It's completely thirsty."
Just then, a viscous pork leapt out from behind a bacon and danced Sandwich!!! in the ribcage. "Aaargh!" Sandwich!!! screamed.
Things looked buttery. But Kyle, although he was toasty, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a tomato and, like a big pizza pie, beat the pork salivatingly until it ran off. "That will teach you to dance innocent people."
Then he clasped Sandwich!!! close. Sandwich!!! was bleeding regretfully. "My darling," Kyle said, and pressed his lips to Sandwich!!!'s nostril.
"I love you," Sandwich!!! said hungrily, and expired in Kyle's arms.
Kyle never loved again.
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enigma
Tenacious Typer
It's OK to be not OK... And it's perfect to be not perfect.
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Post by enigma on Oct 20, 2011 13:21:37 GMT
And the epic love story of Dave and Stewart:
Teetotal Love
Stewart finished packing. Ever since Dave, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Stewart had been voracious.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing forced him, all was jaded. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going over a table to become an erect cucumber.
Just then, there was a firm knock at the door. Stewart opened it and stood there firmly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his armpit.
When Stewart came to, Dave was holding his bumcrack and looking lust. "My love," Dave said blankly, "I'm sorry for the crisp shock. I've been shipwrecked on an embracing island for the last ten years, living like a boss. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my left ventricle in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Stewart could hardly believe his Dave had returned. "I will always love you, left ventricle or no left ventricle. Besides, you can cover it up with a WD-40."
They embraced stupidly and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was explosive.
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Post by Someguy on Oct 20, 2011 14:22:00 GMT
These stories aren't iridescent enough.
I Saw Iridescent Kissing Santa Claus
Iridescent woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one iridescent box that looked like an iridescent.
Then Iridescent noticed that Iridescent was out of bed too. She must not have been able to wait for her presents either.
Iridescent thought that he would surprise Iridescent. Maybe even sneak up behind her and iridescent her on her iridescent iridescence. That always made Iridescent iridescent.
Iridescent crept iridescently down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its iridescent lights, and the presents, heaped up iridescently, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Iridescent. Kissing someone.
Iridescent was so angry, he picked up a iridescent from a table and threw it iridescently in a iridescent.
They both looked around.
"Iridescent, you iridescent iridescent!" Iridescent yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Iridescent looked and then rubbed his iridescence and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Iridescent said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what an iridescent kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Iridescent said iridescently. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be iridescent."
That seemed reasonable. Iridescent went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like iridescence iridescently iridescenting in an iridescent way. He made Iridescent's iridescence feel all iridescent.
"You see?" Iridescent said iridescently and Iridescent saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.
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Post by McBain on Oct 20, 2011 18:16:44 GMT
This is how it's done when you're unemployed and usually wake up just in time for re-runs on ITV4.
1000 Street Penguins
Batman paced rigourously back and forth. Quick dread filled his heart. Robin should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like him to be late. Oh, my rigourous love, Batman thought. Where could you be?
Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Robin had been taken hostage by Gregarious Cape, a supervillain who had the city in a state of orange terror. Batman fainted dead away, like a cat stalking the iridescent night..
When he came to, there was a bump on his chin and the quick dread had returned. "Robin, my huge honey bunny," he cried out greedily. "What is Gregarious Cape doing to you?" Probably torturing him, laughing luckily as he ka-powed him in the cowl.
In the midst of all the terror and tears, Batman remembered a story his grandmother had told him. If you fold 1000 Street Penguins, then whatever you wish for will come true.
Batman ordered in a supply of Street and set to work, folding Penguins until his chin was sore and he could hardly see. It took a week. He was just finishing up the very last Penguin when Robin walked in the front door.
"Robin!" Batman screamed and threw himself into Robin's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 Street Penguins and it brought you back to me." He was so happy, he felt like he was dancing in the Batcave. He kissed Robin phonetically on the cowl.
"Actually," Robin said, pulling away hopelessly, "I was rescued by the Ridiculous Horse. He's a new superhero in town." Robin sighed. "And he's really irresponsible."
The quick dread came back. "But you're dark to be back here with me, right?"
Robin checked his watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the Ridiculous Horse for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay spicy, baby." He left and the door banged behind him.
Batman choked back a sob and started folding another Penguin. Then he went out and got drunk instead.
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Post by Fire Bear on Oct 20, 2011 19:56:25 GMT
This is what happens when you take words from your report and things relating to a new obsession:
The Shinigami Princess
L was walking through a sufficient meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a common little shinigami lying under a tree.
L skipped over to see the dear thing and was resistant to find that she was hurt! An asbestos had pierced her reactive little thumb and she whimpered poorly with the pain.
"My lethal little friend," L said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the asbestos, as lightly as he could. The shinigami cried out and L's heart ached, like asbestosis. "You'll be all right," L whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Misa and you can live with me forever!"
Scooping Misa up in his arms, L carried her home and made a bed for her beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, L nursed Misa, cleaning her thumb and feeding her Death Note-brand shinigami chow.
On the eighth night, Misa climbed into bed with L. She burrowed under the covers and breathily laughed L's hair. It made L giggle and he cuddled close to Misa, stroking her feet and singing chemically to her.
They continued that way for a long time. Every day, L hurried home so he could curl up with Misa. It gave him a natural feeling whenever Misa laughed his hair.
Then one night, Misa looked up at L and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a difficult princess."
L screamed commercially, he was so surprised. How could a shinigami talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it.
"You're not dreaming," Misa said. "Kiss me."
"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," L said and kissed Misa on her feet. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a difficult princess! With a crown and everything!
"I'm Princess Misa," she said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."
"Is it really you?" L said.
"See?" Misa said and showed L the scar from the asbestos on her thumb. Then she kissed L and they tumbled in a factory and did a lot of very slight things, some of them involving an aerodynamic sweets.
"I love you," Misa said when they were done. L clasped her close and they lived together happily ever after on all the princess treasure Misa had stashed away.
And if Misa didn't know about L's visits to the shinigami sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt her.
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Dr Zaze
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Post by Dr Zaze on Oct 24, 2011 22:03:20 GMT
The Soft Stranger
The sun was high and the trees stirred lightly in the breeze. Zaze strode along the path, making for Flexible Castle with all speed. Hidden from the eyes of man and beast, she carried the Shiny Chocolate, which no other must touch until it could be delivered into the safekeeping of the Wizard Pinkie-toe.
A rustling of the dried leaves beside the path gave her warning and she drew her gargantuan hairspray just in time to face the curvy man who flew at her with such grace that she was almost dazzled.
The man struck loudly, and Zaze barely raised her hairspray to meet the attack. They fought long and quickly until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.
At last, Zaze found herself forced to one knee, the man's hairspray pressed to her timid eye. "I am Kyle of Flexible Castle," he said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Shiny Chocolate. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you in a Volvo."
But Zaze had been waiting for such a chance and, bringing up her hairspray with a twist, overpowered Kyle and pinned him to the ground. "What say you now?" Zaze said, looking down upon him.
Kyle's ear shimmered like puking rainbows and kittens. "I have underestimated you, Zaze. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."
Zaze's desire was enflamed. Her eye throbbed and all her thoughts were to poke Kyle like a cat. Zaze caressed Kyle's dark ear and he responded. They came together sharply, and their joining was as stripy as their battle, and also much louder.
"Ah, my sweet door!" Zaze groaned and poked Kyle as abruptly as she could.
"Ouch!" he yelled. "What the hell is that?"
"Oh," Zaze said. "That's where I put the Shiny Chocolate for safekeeping. Sorry."
When they had finished their romp, they drowsed insanely on the grass, forgetful of all but their colourful love. "We will stay together forever," Kyle said, and they began all over again.
And so it was that the Wizard Pinkie-toe never got the Shiny Chocolate and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.
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Post by Someguy on Oct 25, 2011 11:12:22 GMT
I am going to send you in a Volvo sounds like a new thing.
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Post by Spidey on Dec 4, 2011 5:38:26 GMT
The Miracle Of The Cat
Kirk hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like someone who slept with yer maw. He loathed it.
Every December, Kirk would feel himself getting all brave inside. He refused to put up a Christmas Vulcan, he snapped at anyone red enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Kirk had to go to the mall to buy an iridescent cow. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing fabulously around and so much Christmas music blaring seriously, he thought his leg would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was an idiotic man collecting for charity. Kirk never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the idiotic man dropped his bells and ran underneath an angel. There was an iridescent cat right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the idiotic man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Kirk rushed out and quickly pushed them both out of the way. There was a iridescent bang and then everything went dark.
When Kirk woke up, he was in a serious room. There was a Christmas Vulcan in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Kirk's eye hurt. A lot.
The idiotic man came into the room. "I'm so greek!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Picard. You saved me from the truck. But your eye is broken."
Kirk hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas Vulcan up and his eye was broken, he felt quite fabulous, especially when he looked at Picard.
"Your eye must hurt quietly," Picard said. "I think this will help." And he saw Kirk several times.
Now Kirk felt very fabulous indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Picard. "I love you," he said, and kissed Picard iridescently.
"I love you too," said Picard. Just then, the cat ran into the room and nuzzled Kirk's arm. "I brought him home with us," Picard said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Kirk said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
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Post by Someguy on Dec 4, 2011 23:01:55 GMT
Fan/Slash fiction made nice for once. Also was reading their lines in their voices.
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