February 28th, 2005

tank girl


ResidenceDeclán stood on the footpath in front of the house. It was the end house in a series of semi-detached dwellings, which gave it a slightly larger yard and side access. All the windows visible from the yard next door had been closed and curtained in a heavy drape; the front was no different.

He removed a PDA from a zippered pocket on his thigh, walked up to the door and rang the bell. He could hear movement and judged it to be coming from the rear of the premises, the footsteps neared the other side of the door, but stopped short of opening it.

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15minuteficletsword #95: contagious
moonbeamsfanfic — challenge: declán and a child
Part of the Sangoma!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse
tank girl

Culinary Appreciation

Culinary AppreciationAndrew knew he'd never win prizes for his cooking. But even if it was up to the standards of the great chefs, his audience of bickering, teenaged girls had all the culinary appreciation of garden gnomes.

He'd long ago learned that they only recognised food if it arrived in cardboard, preferably delivered by someone cute. Subjecting their uncultured palates to anything more was a waste of food.

At least he'd managed to teach Dawn that experimental cooking was best confined to small test groups of well-briefed subjects. For that alone, he'd earned the undying gratitude of everyone in the house.


open_on_sundaychallenge #101: award