BRIEFS
(Stolen shamelessly from Ally's page, because why should I do work that she's already done :D) AUTHOR: Les Ismore a proud member of GAF (© Allivwel Corporation) OK so not all of these are mine. Credit also goes to Livvy and Jewel AUTHOR'S NOTES (246 words): Okay…we put the question "does size really matter?" to the test with this compilation of short stories. We actually just wanted to see if Jewel could write something that was less than 10 pages long, and we were happily surprised that she could. Yay Jewel. The challenge was less than 150 words. The next day it became less than 100 and then less than 50. I don't know why we do this to ourselves. And then just to make our day really fun, we tried to write a story using one letter and one letter only. It was bound to end in tears. So here you go…20 stories in order of longest to shortest.
Oh and ever since Livvy met Jewel, she has become more and more long winded. The first story is a fine example of that long-windedness. Livvy blames jewel for the length because she kept on asking for more. But when hasn't Livvy blamed Jewel for everything? The story was also written before we set the challenge, but because I'm so nice and because the story was reasonably short (although still longer than the others), I'm including it anyway. For the rest of the stories, the identity of the author is a secret. We'd love to hear your guesses though.
And finally, our real aim was to have the author's notes be longer than any of the stories (and you think we're kidding?). We have now achieved this so on with the show.
TRIBUTES: this one goes out to that cool chick, Grace-Ann Furness. And Lisa…sorry, there isn't any stationary in this.
WARNING: Some stories contain sexual references. Consider yourself warned.
DISCLAIMER: the characters are not ours but the situations we put them in definitely are (especially where Livvy is concerned).
244 words:
Lindsay, intently reading a law journal in the library of the offices of DYD&F, didn't hear footsteps sneakily approaching her. Her first knowledge of the impending attack was when Bobby's arms wrapped tightly around her waist and his breath whispered in her ear "So how about it?"
"Bobby" she shrieked "not here DEK may see. You know if he thinks we are getting too close we'll be kept apart for an entire season. Do you want to be given stupid story lines for the rest of your career?"
Bobby sighed "But we're married now where's all the good stuff?"
"I know" Lindsay said reaching back to cup his cheek "But if we bide our time maybe he'll write us something romantic"
"Don't hold your breath. Anyway we're safe, I saw him talking to the Ally McBeal cast, so he'll be a while"
Lindsay's eyes open with delight and she spins in his arms "It's just us here now?"
Bobby smiles and nods "Yeah so what do you want to do"
"Oooh can I redecorate again?"
Bobby moans fearing Lindsay has caught the DEK disease until he feels a hand reaching someplace DEK would never take it and a voice saying "Lets start by rearranging this and lets do it in your office."
Having no objection Bobby's eagerly led away. Blinds drawn and doors locked in case Ally doesn't whine as long as they expect her to, Bobby and Lindsay enjoy a very productive afternoon
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"What do you mean a prenup?" Bobby sits up in bed, staring down at lindsay who is still elbow propped on her pillow.
"I mean prenup, as in protecting our assets."
"I don't want to protect my assets...Lindsay, I want to be married to you forever, as in until I die!" Lindsay sits up, next to him rubbing his arm.
"Me too...Bobby...but this is important to me!"
"Why…are you so sure that we won't work out...you think you have to worry about things!" "If you are...then why are we even talking marriage here..?""I'm Catholic, Lindsay."
"You're a man Bobby."
"What's that supposed to mean."
"It means you might...change your mind...someday.."
"Isn't it women who get that prerogative?" Bobby is hurt.
"NO...I won't change my mind Bobby."
"Great...then we get married no prenup."
"NO...I won't change it about the prenup.."
"Great...just great...you're saying that you think just because you might have put on a few pounds I'm going to leave you for someone like Helen!"
"OUCH" Bobby says looking up from the floor. "Why did you dothat..?"
"It's my prerogative...I decided I didn't want you in bed anymore..."
"So...here I am what are you waiting for..."Bobby smiles irresistibly, as a pillow hits him in the head.
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She opened the door, expecting it to be Jimmy arriving to take Ellenor to the Park with Zoe.
"Michael?"
"That would be me...do you have a minute...?"
"Uh…sure..."
She leads him into the living room directing him to sit, as she makes a mad dash to rescue him from the rattle poking up between the cushions. "Sorry, it's the Baby Zone around here…can you
imagine me living with anything shorter than Richard Bey!"
Mike smiles thinking about how many times he had imagined just that.
"There are worse things Helen."
"Name one?"
"Us never getting together..." He says quietly daring to exhale. Helen knows a feather would be enough to knock her off her feet as she tried to get her jaw to go back into place. No...a feather wouldn't normally do the trick
"Helen if I'm going to keep coming to your rescue and providing bullet proof vests...I may as well add me to the list of protectors."
Helen smiles..."Speaking of protection..."
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Lindsay walked down the street; her mind was focused on one thing and one thing only. Shopping. As her mind listed the pros and cons of the last pair of shoes she had tried on (pros sexy as hell, cons expensive as hell), she bumped into someone she hadn't seen in a long time.
"Lindsay!" he exclaimed.
She raised her eyes. "Oh...my…"
"What are you doing?" he asked with a slight slur to his voice.
"Just…uh…shopping."
"How's work?"
She avoided his eyes, "Its good."
"That's great." He commented sincerely, wobbling slightly on his feet and leaning out to the wall for support.
"How about you?" Lindsay asked gently.
"Well I don't really work much anymore." He shrugged. "Well…see you." He walked unsteadily down the street.
Lindsay nodded, feeling her eyes well up, "Bye," she whispered, watching the once great Bobby Donnell walking away, drunk and homeless having lost everything. And all for a man named Isokoff.
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151 words:
Bobby lay in bed, arm draped over the woman sleeping next to him. He stroked her arm softly before turning to the woman on his other side and kissing her neck. This was the ideal life, he decided, one he had always dreamt of as a kid. He felt the woman on his right stir and watched as her eyes opened.
"Hey," she whispered.
"Morning."
"That was some night last night wasn't it?" she grinned, remembering.
He let out a deep breath, "It sure was."
"I never thought I'd be the one to try that kind of thing."
"Lindsay, I told you you would enjoy it."
"But I've never even considered it before Bobby," she reminded him.
"You've never had Moroccan food the way I cook it," he said cockily.
"Well I enjoyed it, thank you."
The woman on Bobby's other side woke up, "Daddy can we have pancakes for breakfast?"
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"Bobbeeeeeee," Lindsay whines.
"Lindseeeeee," he imitates most annoyingly.
"Give it back" she orders in her most authoritative voice.
He smirks
She rests her hands on his chest and pushes him back onto their bed before straddling his legs. His grin becomes less cocky and more full of desire. Lindsay runs her hands down his chest to his belt buckle and begins to undo it. He watches with bated breath. She leans down and kisses the exposed skin. He draws in a sharp breath and drops the
object he was holding. Triumphant, Lindsay gets off him and picks it up.
"Thanks," she grins.
"Lindseeeeeee," he moans. "You can't do that to a man. Its bad for the system."
Her look is not a sympathetic one and her voice is scolding as she looks at the TV Guide in her hand. "I can't believe you were going to make me miss Passions."
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139 words:
Bobby stalks into the outer office and sees the full coffee pot on the table. "Nobody is drinking coffee? We need coffee to function normally in this office! Without coffee, we will lose!" he yells, waving his arms about so they resemble windmills that have been ripped off their foundations in a tornado.
"Don't tell us how to do our job, Bobby!" Ellenor snaps.
"I WILL tell you how to do your job because I am the boss! I am the best lawyer ever to practice law on this planet!"
"I wish he'd practice on another planet!" Lucy mutters.
Meanwhile a stranger is standing on the edge of the office confused. He holds a wad of papers in his hand. "Dylan's gone off script and is overacting again," he whispers to a cameraman. "Keep rolling,
this could be good."
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130 words:
"Bobby, you left your damn socks on the bathroom floor again!"
"So...?"
"So have you ever thought about picking them up!
"Not really..."
"Bobby, if we are going to co habit for like the next 60 years I have a little advice for you!"
"Get ear plugs...?"
"Funny.."
"Lindsay ... I'm so cute you don't really mind my dirty..." his mouth nibbles on her ear, as he whispers things to her that make her blush the rosy glow of floral scented Windex. Her cheeks match the setting sun, on a good unsmoggy day. "You are under my brand of charm..." his blue blue glass Windex cleaner eyes melt her blue blue blue toilet
bowl cleaner peepers, the socks long forgotten, as they realize this is a perfect baby making moment.
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124 words:
Lindsay ran down the pavement. She heard footsteps coming after her and quickened her pace. Her chest was beginning to burn and her breath was coming hard and fast. Night was descending and she knew she wouldn't be able to keep this up. She looked behind her. The man was getting closer. Faster. Harder. Higher. She pushed herself to the
limit and then couldn't take it anymore. She stopped and felt the man grab her from behind. She wanted to scream but didn't have the breath to create the sound.
"I win," the man whispered in her ear.
"OK," she replied with a grin. "You win. You have better stamina than me."
Bobby winked suggestively, "Now let me prove it to you at home."
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96 words:
Lucy walked into the office on a dark, foggy morning. Dim light filtered through the blinds, enough for her to see shapes moving inside Bobby's office. She gave a short laugh. Bobby and Lindsay couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other since the Christmas Party and it was getting to the stage where they were permanently attached at the hip. Literally. She slammed a book down on the desk and peeked through the blinds for the startled reaction. However she
wasn't prepared for the sound of Helen's voice shrieking with embarrassment, "Mike! Get dressed!"
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95 words:
Bobby wondered for the hundredth time how she did it. No, that's not true. He knows how it happened. She looked at him. She used those eyes. Those sorrowful, desperate, you're the only one who can ease my pain eyes. So powerful she should market them or start a cult. A large screen, her eyes flash on it and 15000 adoring males drop to their knees ready to do her bidding. It has to be the eye's. Why else did he agree to dress up as the Easter Bunny for the St Thomas's Easter parade?
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85 words:
"Honey?" he hollered haltingly. Hooks had hung his hair helplessly heavenward.
"Honey!"
He hated her hesitation. He heard her humming her "Hallelujah" hymns, hanging horrid hostile hangings humorously. Her hobby. He hated her hobby. His hysterics halted her hanging. Helen hurried homeward, her husband's heroic hollers heightening her haste.
"Hubby?"
He hung: hurting, hallucinating.
"Hubby!" her haughty hum hovered highly. He howled his happiness. Her hands helped his hooked hair.
He hugged her. "Helen honey," he huffed helplessly. His heroine.
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Big bed bumping beside boxer's balled bereft. Bobby's beloved bride bending backwards bouncing beautifully bellows "Baby!" before biting bulging biceps. Blankets bunch below Bobby's bucking broad back. Beautiful bright baby blues beckon bewitchingly. Black bra broken, bared breasts billow, bathing Bobby's besieged body. Bone bolstered brawn battling blissfully, blossoming, building, bigger, better, beyond beatitude before both breaking. Breaths blow by blessing
bodies bound by bliss.
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51 words:
So sue me she said! Secret smiles. She seems so sweet so self-assured. Seeing skin, shimmering, sensual, sunlight, shining. Slyly smiling, suckling skin, sweet, soft sexy skin. Savoring, senses soaring sensations, stopping starting, satisfying, scintillating shuddering, starbursts, sizzling sweetly. Scorching summer surrender, such sweet surrender, soulmates searching, settling, such sweet Sundays.
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50 words:
Seven words was all it took to change her life forever. Bobby's eyes reflected joy and fear mirroring her own. She grasped his hand. Needing his strength, her rock, a foundation. Watching beating hearts fading in and out gave substance to the words. "Lindsay, Bobby, congratulations you are having triplets."
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Helen walked in the door. Bobby and Lindsay didn't notice and continued kissing..
"Don't mind me. I've just had a horrible day and I love coming home to see you two so happy. So please continue."
"Helen?" Lindsay's voice was muffled.
"Yes?"
"Can you help us? We're kind of stuck."
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Is this atonement, for the many times he had compromised ethics in favor of victory. Why and how he had come to this place he isn't sure. He only knows it is time. Sitting in a courtroom, not as a lawyer, but as a judge The Honorable Robert G. Donnell.
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49 words:
She longs for silence after a hectic day. Just a gentle hand caressing her hair, a rising chest cushioning her cheek and the
sanctuary she finds as bodies move together. She finds love at the end of each day. Love and devotion and the strength to face another day.
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48 words:
The snow is falling outside, the fire is crackling inside.
I look out the window hoping he will make it home before the blizzard hits.
There is some good to be said for cold cold weather.
I have big plans for us...nothing to do with the letter B.
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Bobby and I just kissed. Its been so long, our lips touched gently in the night. Sharing again, that magical heartstopping connection. I touch my lips knowing, I have only one desire. MORE.
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