Ivan Pavlov hooked the last attacker's leg and spilled him onto his back. The man's head struck a dustbin and he was knocked insensible. With a nonchalant air, Ivan swung the umbrella to his shoulder and...who believes he can never love again. She's a manipulative kleptomaniac research scientist from out of town. They fight crime!" A little over 3 minutes, but well within a round and a half of JAM
We kicked in the doors and came in fast, front and back. The last HEA gunman rounded on me, but my partner shot him dead, laughing fit to bust all the while. A lot of people would have thought badly of...moved to stop by the library and type it up. 1st person narrative is hard to voice right, especially as I haven't read any Thursday Next for a while, but hopefully the other two characters were clear
... that a dark lord in possession of a tower of torment must be in want of an evil mistress. I kind of want to make this into an Overlord/Jane Austen fic, but haven't read quite enough Austen to make it work. If anyone else fancies a go, knock yourself out.
"Do you know what your sin is?" the assassin asks. "That question would undoubtedly take some time to answer, and be subject besides to considerable theological debate," his victim replied. The assassin...either could suggest an answer, the women fell upon the killer in an ecstasy of violence and tore him to pieces. ...Chiwetel Ejiofor was playing the title role in Dionysos on BBC7 this weekend
My friend sat at his ease, as though he were faced by a green-skinned man in a cape and no shirt every day of the week. "May I enquire how you came to find me, Mr Jones?" my friend enquired. "Through...wildly as he spoke. "In short, no man at all... but a FELLOW MARTIAN!" "Very good," my friend allowed with a smile. "Yes, Mr Jones; quite... elementary." === Time uncertain; written on a train
"Look, I accept that oracles are supposed to be cryptic. It's a rule, I get that, but really, could you cut me some slack here and..." The vampire stopped; the mystic he had travelled through a dimensional...we do? Always assuming that this whole experience isn't just a particularly vivid acid flashback." "Do? Well... Oh my!" "What?" the vampire looked around in alarm. "What is it?" "It's time for bed!
I marvelled at my friend's impeccable logic. Once more he had produced a solution from what appeared the least promising of clues. Inspector Jones shook his head. "I don't know how you do it, Mr Theorist...usual. Still, he's alright; aren't you old chap?" Holmes turned to me, his face an impassive mask. "You are inferior, Dr Watson," he announced. "You will be upgraded." ...it was late and I was tired
The four soldiers relaxed in the tavern. "Ah, that was fun," Porthos sighed. "Nothing like thrashing a few Cardinal's Guards to work up an appetite!" "Porthos, you could build up an appetite by breathing...arrest for assaulting the Cardinal's Guards," he said. "Le Comte d'Odo!" Athos threw a bottle and it passed right through him. Le Comte looked at Athos disdainfully. "I advise you to come quietly.
The witch woman crouched over her knuckle bones with an expression of deep concentration. "So," she drawled, "you wan' to find your way to de never-never, to bring back your lost daughter." "My granddaughter..." The old woman reached into her pocket and drew out a small, dark scrap. "A piece of his shadow." (That is, sort of like Iron Man). Tia Dalma and Wendy Darling; 3 minutes and a handful of seconds
He dreamed of crabs again, and woke in the same hut, amid the same stink of gumbo, that he always woke in. He could hear nothing, but he knew that she was there. "Is it not enough?" he asked. "You t'ink..."I will try," he agreed. A monkey scuttled over, dragging his sword. She took it and placed it in his hands. "Den good huntin'." Random pairing (The Operative and Tia Dalma) and three minutes dead
