After Smothering the Fire
chasm of emptiness in my heart- “Here’s the masterpiece,” I said
- “Of course I can beatbox.”
- always been moderately (and occasionally very) embarrassed
- nervous giggling, hiccuping, and sniffling
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After smothering the fire, Tessa dressed herself in the vestments of a Contrarian Ultra-Druid. You might think I would be disappointed for her not to be naked any more, but that just tells me you are unfamiliar with the ways of the Ultra-Druids. She looked more obscene now than I’d ever seen her, so obscene it turned Pamplemousse into a mountain of nervous giggling, hiccuping, and sniffling absurdity.
Tessa grinned when she saw the looks on our faces. “Let’s go get that ice cream!”
As we strode through the corridors toward the cafeteria we passed another of Jason’s bottle sculptures. I have always been moderately (and occasionally very) embarrassed about my lack of rap skill when compared to my brother, and now I kept encountering evidence that he was also better at making found art. Tessa saw my sour expression and immediately knew what I was thinking.
“Darling,” she said. “Can you still beatbox?”
“Of course I can beatbox.” That was one realm where I outshone my twin. I smiled.
“At the Academy you were working on your beatboxing magnum opus. Do you remember it? Could you perform it now? For me? Please?”
There was no way I could deny her anything, especially when she was dressed like an Ultra-Druid. I cleared my throat. “Here’s the masterpiece,” I said, and launched into it. When I wrote it I’d been inspired by my love for Tessa, however over the years that we’d been apart it had gained resonance in the chasm of emptiness in my heart. I wanted to really wow Tessa, so I gave it my all.
I got so caught up in my magnificent mouth noises that I didn’t notice Fleur until we were right on top of her.
bonus points for using them in reverse order
rolled out from underneath
Neither of us is super into the holidays, but there are some traditions we enjoy. Chief among them is our annual display of stichomaniacal festivity. Instead of using our snazzy writing prompt generator (like we do every week), at this time of year we choose a seasonally appropriate source for our prompt phrases. In the past we’ve drawn quotes from our favorite holiday movies and lyrics from carols. This year we found a nigh-inexhaustible list of Hallmark and Lifetime Christmas movies and pulled some amusing snippets from the synopses. It’s fun to imagine all of these crammed into one mega-movie. As always, Jen goes first. She’ll write until she incorporates the first prompt phrase, then turn the keyboard over to Kent. We’ll trade back and forth until we’re done. Wish us luck!