Seventeen Ways to Disassemble a Crowbar
Feb. 8th, 2007 10:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanarillNumber seventeen is melting. I need sixteen other ways to disassemble a crowbar. This is for a project I am working on, and I need to get each of seventeen different ways from a different person. I took the easy one :P Now I need all the rest!
Title: Gryphons Are
Fandom: Danny Phantom, owned by Butch Hartman, but I can write other things, honest!
Rating: G
Warnings: None
What they told you about gryphons was this: they were big, bold, beautiful. They were creatures of mystery and of power. They were the remains of a forgotten time, a time when magic ruled and anything was possible. They were intelligent, but it was a vary pointed intelligence, like an arrow. They were golden. They flew.
What they did not tell you about gryphons was this: they had bloody huge, sharp beaks.
Danny looked up, and up, at the very large and sharp beak, and tried to keep to the most important bit of advice he’d been given: never, ever show fear.
Also, in Borders today I thought of a fun new way of prompting. It works like this: you give me a sentence or a line. It has to be something weird and off the wall, something that does not work outside of context. Like, for example, "Making blue jeans out of candyfloss." But, and this is important, you do not give me the context. And then I write a thing. Afterwords, we compare how close the two contexts were.
No, you don't have to do it now. But as and when odd one-liners occur to you, give them to me ^_^
[Goes off to work on Jazz meets Lupae TTW]
Title: Gryphons Are
Fandom: Danny Phantom, owned by Butch Hartman, but I can write other things, honest!
Rating: G
Warnings: None
What they told you about gryphons was this: they were big, bold, beautiful. They were creatures of mystery and of power. They were the remains of a forgotten time, a time when magic ruled and anything was possible. They were intelligent, but it was a vary pointed intelligence, like an arrow. They were golden. They flew.
What they did not tell you about gryphons was this: they had bloody huge, sharp beaks.
Danny looked up, and up, at the very large and sharp beak, and tried to keep to the most important bit of advice he’d been given: never, ever show fear.
Also, in Borders today I thought of a fun new way of prompting. It works like this: you give me a sentence or a line. It has to be something weird and off the wall, something that does not work outside of context. Like, for example, "Making blue jeans out of candyfloss." But, and this is important, you do not give me the context. And then I write a thing. Afterwords, we compare how close the two contexts were.
No, you don't have to do it now. But as and when odd one-liners occur to you, give them to me ^_^
[Goes off to work on Jazz meets Lupae TTW]
