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wednesday100 drabbles in the memories section. Here's a couple I did in years past, so I can add them to the memory section, too.
Apology
"PJ Luthor! Apologize this minute."
PJ made a sullen face at Lex's scolding and grumbled, "Sorry I called you a
four-eyed spazoid who'd only get laid if you had a hamster."
Lex hadn't overheard that last part.
Sam shoved at his magnifying work-glasses and pretended to be unaffected. "Fine. Whatever.
You're forgiven"
"Good," PJ said. "Now, don't make me buy you a hamster. Kurt won't be here
long."
Sam's face turned as red as his hair, before squaring his shoulders and
shoving past PJ out of the room.
PJ grinned at Lex. "Thanks, Dad. Maybe Sam will finally get a date."
-End
Father Knows Best
“Ducks!”
“Maple Leafs!”
“Ducks!”
“Maple Leafs!”
“Du-ow!”
“Maple Leafs!” Green eyes and blue eyes both narrowed, centimeters away from each other, mouths screwed into tight frowns. A freckled hand shot out and yanked on a dark pigtail. A pink sneaker-clad foot kicked a shin.
“Ducks!”
“Maple Leafs!”
A hard shove from PJ and Sam stumbled back. “You’re so stupid!”
“Am not! My IQ is higher than you can count!”
“But you still like the Maple Leafs!”
“They’re better than your stupid Ducks!”
“You’re both wrong,” Lex said knowingly, leaning against the doorjamb, interrupting his children’s fight. “The Rangers are best.”
-End
Power Outage
“Ow! Watch where you’re going, Freakenstein.”
“Kinda hard to when the power’s out.”
“Why isn’t the generator coming on? I was watching something.”
“And I was reading something. Let’s go tell Dad. He’ll fix it.”
The two teenagers stumbled along, shoving each other in the dark, until they reached their parents’ bedroom. The door opened easily. In the pitch-black room, they couldn’t see anything, but they could certainly hear.
Sam closed the door. “Maybe we’ll tell them later.”
“Eew! Gross! Our parents are having sex!” PJ shuddered.
“Y’know, most babies are conceived when the power is out.”
“You don’t think…”
-End
wednesday100 drabbles in the memories section. Here's a couple I did in years past, so I can add them to the memory section, too.Apology
"PJ Luthor! Apologize this minute."
PJ made a sullen face at Lex's scolding and grumbled, "Sorry I called you a
four-eyed spazoid who'd only get laid if you had a hamster."
Lex hadn't overheard that last part.
Sam shoved at his magnifying work-glasses and pretended to be unaffected. "Fine. Whatever.
You're forgiven"
"Good," PJ said. "Now, don't make me buy you a hamster. Kurt won't be here
long."
Sam's face turned as red as his hair, before squaring his shoulders and
shoving past PJ out of the room.
PJ grinned at Lex. "Thanks, Dad. Maybe Sam will finally get a date."
-End
Father Knows Best
“Ducks!”
“Maple Leafs!”
“Ducks!”
“Maple Leafs!”
“Du-ow!”
“Maple Leafs!” Green eyes and blue eyes both narrowed, centimeters away from each other, mouths screwed into tight frowns. A freckled hand shot out and yanked on a dark pigtail. A pink sneaker-clad foot kicked a shin.
“Ducks!”
“Maple Leafs!”
A hard shove from PJ and Sam stumbled back. “You’re so stupid!”
“Am not! My IQ is higher than you can count!”
“But you still like the Maple Leafs!”
“They’re better than your stupid Ducks!”
“You’re both wrong,” Lex said knowingly, leaning against the doorjamb, interrupting his children’s fight. “The Rangers are best.”
-End
Power Outage
“Ow! Watch where you’re going, Freakenstein.”
“Kinda hard to when the power’s out.”
“Why isn’t the generator coming on? I was watching something.”
“And I was reading something. Let’s go tell Dad. He’ll fix it.”
The two teenagers stumbled along, shoving each other in the dark, until they reached their parents’ bedroom. The door opened easily. In the pitch-black room, they couldn’t see anything, but they could certainly hear.
Sam closed the door. “Maybe we’ll tell them later.”
“Eew! Gross! Our parents are having sex!” PJ shuddered.
“Y’know, most babies are conceived when the power is out.”
“You don’t think…”
-End