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Hat:
wrote this, wanted to post it somewhere on the internet, saw this thread, realised "vinegar" was a better substitute than sour anyway, and voila. Just kind of experimenting with pronouns n' shit.

I was putting out farts as a result of my debilitating lack of nutrition and so they were the foul vinegar excretions you'd get from the slightly sad looking old man modestly dressed, waiting beside you at the bus stop. This did not endear me to the people at the meeting, as you can figure, although it gave me the advantage that they didn't want to ask complex questions and be in my company for very long . Slipping out the door as soon as I was done, I was elated as fuck and decided I had deserved a treat. I was going to get some goddamned ice-cream.

The ice-cream vendors glass door was frosted and suddenly bringing a coat seemed like a good idea. Oh well.  It was one of those places where you'd choose from a ridiculous range of icecream-flavours, and choose from a ridiculous range of small sweet shit you'd normally buy at 3 am from a convenience store. The ice-cream artist would then pummel the living hell out of your confectionary in to the ice-cream  of your choosing to the zen point of perfect mixture. Lost in the ice-cream, the door proved somewhat of a challenge to open. Luckily there were two young women to snicker at the spastic attack on the door and assist me.

schimmy:
Glass, Vinegar, Waiting

I don’t usually frequent fast-food restaurants, but today I have made an exception. It is so-and-so’s chosen venue.
Now she’s “running late” for longer than is reasonably polite. I’d assumed we’d not be here long before going shopping.
The girl behind the counter is smiling and I am waiting.
 She is smirking.
She is smirking at me.
She knows.
She knows.
She knows.
I get up casually to avoid further embarrassment.
I knock the table over. Vinegar, salt, coke, everywhere. Miraculously, my glass is intact.
My back is turned, but the girl is laughing,
I am sure.
I leave.

Zingoleb:
"Do you have any questions for me?"

I shrugged, staring out the window, eyes casting over the various books in her collection - parenting, adolescence textbooks, children's books amounting to half the works of one doctor named Seuss and the other half of Shel Silverstein - looking outside at the sad little strip of grass outside. I breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of window cleaner on the glass, faint and bitter, like vinegar spilled long ago, leaving no more than an acrid memory.

She was waiting rather patiently.

"What is gender, anyways?" I murmured quietly, but my lips did not move, and the words did not stir the air - it was only an echo in my mind, touching my lips before I pulled it away, simply shaking my head. "No, thanks." I stood up, listening to her directions idly, telling me what to do, where to go from here; I left, the taste of those four words still on my lips, ready to spill so easily, if I could just let them.

kemon:
glass, vinegar, waiting...



"Something just tore a hole in deck 8, port side, sir."  Able Spacer Halton spoke with a calm professionalism that belied his actual feelings at the moment.  He stole a quick look at the watch officer now leaning over his station.  The entire ship had shuddered from what had to be an impact only moments before.

The young ensign, barely in the fleet longer than the spacer, was waiting for a report from the damage control team sent to investigate the impact.  He had nothing better to do than look over Halton's shoulder at the display and not gain anything from the effort.

To Halton's left, a petty officer had no real information to offer.   There wasn't anything on the scanners prior to the shock of something tearing into the hull.  "I've checked the logs.   I can't see..."

The hatch into the conning station exploded into the room.  It was the petty officer's severe misfortune to be directly in its flight path.  Her body was crushed against the displays, glass shards and steel debris pelting Halton and the ensign as they fell away from it.

"Intruder in the conn!"  the communications watch screamed.  His voiced rang throughout the ship, but it fell mostly on unhearing ears.  Who knows how many of the things came aboard in that asteroid.  Halton looked at the dark creature and barely had time to notice the stinging, vinegar smell before it came at him swiftly.

Kross:
Its a bit rough, because I literally just typed this minutes ago.

"You can't piss in a glass and call it vinegar, Sammy."  That was Buddy, hell of a drummer, not quite Neil Peart, but closer to Moon or Grohl, and about as eloquent as a drunk Republican. I chuckled and always will.  Three years from now I'll be sitting in the waiting room Saint Jacques Memorial Hospital, shirt covered in dirt and dried blood, pants in urine.  Two days later, I'll be sitting in Buddy's hospital room, consoling the sobbing thirty-year old as he stains the heavy bandages wrapped around where his hands should be. He'll never drum again, the semi truck robbed him of his gift when it slammed into the tour bus. Afterward, he'll be quietly shuffled out of the band, given a pension of sorts at my insistence and spend the rest of his life in Virginia. It was my way of apologizing. Apologizing for what I knew would come once he was out of the band - the strained friendship, the ever decreasing phone calls and emails as the band kept touring and touring, me crashing when I could, spending the rest of the time I wasn't on stage or in the studio on writing new music for the next album.

Buddy. His full name was William. William Aaron Price. Two years after the accident and his retirement from Dúnedain, I would be staring at that name on a tombstone. He would remember the phone call for all his days - Buddy had been fitted with prosthetic hooks and had learned to use them well.  Well enough open a bottle of sleeping pills and Jim Beam to wash the killers down. According to his sister, he'd found God weeks before and looked to have finally found a measure of peace. I guess he needed the pills and booze to take him the rest of the way.

Edit: Ack, ye went and changed the challenge words while I was asleep. :P

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