Trying to correct the problem I keep having with writing fics: being overly verbose. And since I went about writing these little snippets I might as well illustrate them...
Step 1: Generate random number between 17 and 100 using [link]
Step 2: Write fic with word count of generated number.
Optional: acquire random prompt using: [link]67
She’s been standing in the rain for two hours now. Admittedly she was starting to feel silly. The wind began to pick up and she had to turn up the collar of her bright red pea coat and angle her umbrella carefully so as to not be blown away with it. Hugging the flowers to her chest, she hoped they would survive the wind until Kate arrives. 80
(prompted: Wedding Ring)
“What?” Kate asked incredulously.
Megan repeated what she said, “A wedding ring.”
In a fine example of her random quirkiness, about which no one but Megan knows, Kate took out a tuning fork from her desk drawer and started to perform a Weber test on herself. Megan snatched it out of her hand.
“Stop that, you heard me fine.”
“We can’t- ”
“I didn’t say that, although the moment it’s legalized I will certainly frog-march you to the nearest JP.”28
(prompted: the silence of solitude)
She could not stand silence in her solitude. In the quiet she would always hear Father’s laugh, hear “Rocket Man” playing in the background, hear the gun shot. 24
“Hey Peter: Trying to make Kate jealous did not work; she graciously backed out of the relationship. How do I fix this? Help me!”35
Megan had immediately regretted asking the (actually rhetorical) question of why Commissioner Travers liked to give Kate a hard time. “Why, because I have never let her give me the…hard…time…
If you know what I mean.” 79
Megan loves the orchestra. She loves her girlfriend too, especially since she was the kind of girlfriend who makes a gift of season tickets for the Philadelphia Orchestra. Sitting next to the beautiful blonde was proving extremely distracting, though. Her faint scent of jasmine, the slight heaving of her chest with each breath… Megan reached over and held Kate’s hand, rubbing one knuckle provocatively as a prelude to what she planned to do with another part of Kate’s anatomy.