tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post1428345972167750577..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Sunday June 4th, 2017Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-2359862105597422962017-07-09T00:26:17.037-07:002017-07-09T00:26:17.037-07:00Greg - oh, I'm sure mechanic is on his list so...Greg - oh, I'm sure mechanic is on his list somewhere.<br /><br />Yes, I was concerned about idiots running amok out there, but we never had any problems with that. People were very respectful and appreciative, which was nice.<br /><br />So many great details in this one. To the point that I was enjoying it all so much I quite forgot what the prompt was until you brought us back round to it at the end there. Nicely done!Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-75445875703855805712017-06-05T21:58:42.311-07:002017-06-05T21:58:42.311-07:00Max looks happy in that picture: is he thinking of...Max looks happy in that picture: is he thinking of being a mechanic next? Although I think modern cars don't let you get near the engine with your own tools any more....<br />The pick-your-own thing sounds interesting and a good idea: I can remember doing it when I was a kid with my parents. I didn't care much for picking strawberries, but apples, plums and pears were fun. When you could reach the fruit. I hope it all goes well for you and there's not too much damage done to the crop by idiots :)<br /><br /><b>No, you do it</b><br />The room was mostly decorated in beige and yellow, reflecting the sand of the deserts that made up most of the planet, but there were two scarlet cushions on a low couch that appeared to be otherwise made of driftwood. Juliet reclined as much as her many-layered crinoline dress would allow her -- she tilted back slightly and appeared drunk -- and sighed. Rayban, dressed in black leather from head to toe was feeling swelteringly hot, sweating like a stuck pig, and standing in the coolest part of the room, which definitely wasn't cool enough.<br />"You look like a domina -- dominato -- what's the masculine of dominatrix?"<br />"Dominator," said Rayban. "You know I don't have a choice."<br />"You always have a choice!" Juliet rustled like an aggressive tree and tilted slightly further back. She yelped with panic as she realised she couldn't right herself again. "We didn't have to come to this wretched planet, you could have told the Emperor you were sorry for killing his Mentat. We didn't have to cut short our strawberry picking on Reba-7 just because that Bene Gesserit witch fell out of that tree. You could have just left the body where it was. You've made all the choices so far!"<br />"Baron Harkonnen was clearly stalking me," said Rayban. He flexed and his leather suit creaked. "The Emperor found out about the Mentat conveniently during his only lucid moment in six years. Any other time he'd have giggled and carrying on drawing on the walls with his own poo. And the Bene Gesserit don't die by accident: it's planned down to the last detail. She fell out of that tree to force my hand."<br />"Well I wish I could force your hand," said Juliet fluttering her eyelashes. "I'm sure you've been keeping that suit somewhere secret!"<br />"Yes," said Rayban flatly. His eyes seemed a little more liquid suddenly, as though tears were being held back. "It's a riding suit."<br />"You can ride m-"<br />"For sandworms."<br />Juliet shrieked and toppled over backwards, her legs waving in the air like a woodlouse on its back. The analogy didn't end there.<br />"I told the Emperor that if we stopped here I'd need more spice to get us back. He told me to get it myself."<br />"The monster! Help me get up!"<br />"Oh Juliet... no. You do it."Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com