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drabble challenge: Feline
Feline
by Allie
“You can’t keep that cat, Doyle.”
Doyle’s mouth slanted, eyes squeezing partway shut. He stroked from gray tabby head to energetic tail. The cat rubbed against his tilted chin.
Bodie crossed his arms. “He’ll scratch your eyes out in your sleep. You’ll forget to feed him and he’ll die.”
“She.”
“She?”
“She’ll die. And she won’t. I’ll feed her.”
Purring, the cat kneaded Doyle’s jeans.
Bodie gripped Doyle’s shoulder, leaning closer. “And when you go undercover?”
“You’ll feed her.”
Bodie’s chin lowered. “She’s a terrorist’s cat, Ray.”
Doyle grinned fiercely. “So? You were a mercenary.”
Bodie tsk’d. “That’s just catty.”
by Allie
“You can’t keep that cat, Doyle.”
Doyle’s mouth slanted, eyes squeezing partway shut. He stroked from gray tabby head to energetic tail. The cat rubbed against his tilted chin.
Bodie crossed his arms. “He’ll scratch your eyes out in your sleep. You’ll forget to feed him and he’ll die.”
“She.”
“She?”
“She’ll die. And she won’t. I’ll feed her.”
Purring, the cat kneaded Doyle’s jeans.
Bodie gripped Doyle’s shoulder, leaning closer. “And when you go undercover?”
“You’ll feed her.”
Bodie’s chin lowered. “She’s a terrorist’s cat, Ray.”
Doyle grinned fiercely. “So? You were a mercenary.”
Bodie tsk’d. “That’s just catty.”
drabble challenge: Let Them Eat Cake
Really? I'm first? :O Let me know if I've done it wrong...
Let Them Eat Cake
by Allie
Gunfire.
Behind their tank-like car, Bodie held his gun muzzle-up. “Could’ve really gone for that chocolate cake.”
Betty’s birthday: and she was sharing.
Doyle frowned. “It’ll keep!”
“Anson’ll get it.”
Bodie and Doyle lunged up at the same time, firing; ducked back before the return volley.
“All that chocolate...”
Bullets thudded into the car.
“Then let’s finish this!”
Bodie’s mouth hardened. “Right. Cover me.”
He lunged from cover, running low, firing all the way.
Doyle threw down a rain of cover fire.
But it wasn’t bloody enough.
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Doyle baked a huge double-chocolate cake.
Even in hospital, Bodie ate too much.
Let Them Eat Cake
by Allie
Gunfire.
Behind their tank-like car, Bodie held his gun muzzle-up. “Could’ve really gone for that chocolate cake.”
Betty’s birthday: and she was sharing.
Doyle frowned. “It’ll keep!”
“Anson’ll get it.”
Bodie and Doyle lunged up at the same time, firing; ducked back before the return volley.
“All that chocolate...”
Bullets thudded into the car.
“Then let’s finish this!”
Bodie’s mouth hardened. “Right. Cover me.”
He lunged from cover, running low, firing all the way.
Doyle threw down a rain of cover fire.
But it wasn’t bloody enough.
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Doyle baked a huge double-chocolate cake.
Even in hospital, Bodie ate too much.
Stakeout With Bodie
1705 words
With beta help by
anna060957. All mistakes my own.
My style prompt: descriptive. My story prompt frombyslantedlight: one of the lads writing something.
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With beta help by
anna060957. All mistakes my own.My style prompt: descriptive. My story prompt from
byslantedlight: one of the lads writing something.( Collapse )
Impressionist attempts (photo manips)
Discovered in the Christmas Tree--day 14: Christmas At Grantleigh
Biting knuckles nervously, I present....
Christmas At Grantleigh
A visit from CI5 men makes Christmas at Grantleigh Manor unforgettable.
Crossover with “To the Manor Born.”
With special thanks tounoriginal_liz for sharing her crossover idea, and to anna060957 for the British check and all her help. And with thanks to those on 
teaandswissroll who, in regards to this fic, encouraged me, helped with spelling, and answered my questions. Ta! :)
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Christmas At Grantleigh
A visit from CI5 men makes Christmas at Grantleigh Manor unforgettable.
Crossover with “To the Manor Born.”
With special thanks to
unoriginal_liz for sharing her crossover idea, and to anna060957 for the British check and all her help. And with thanks to those on teaandswissroll who, in regards to this fic, encouraged me, helped with spelling, and answered my questions. Ta! :)( Collapse )