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It is customary to exchange ghost stories around a campfire in the wilderness. -- A Likely Story

How It Works:

The first comment (which I will post as soon as I've posted this) starts it off. Take a line from that comment and build a new story (or continue a previous one) off it -- you can use it as a first line or you can work it in anywhere. Write as many as you want, but please, only one per comment. ETA: And I completely forgot to ask that you bold the line you borrowed, so everyone can see.

A drabble is a hundred words, but the reality is that sometimes a story works better with 90 or 105. We just want to get writing, not worry over word count.

Have fun, but not too much fun. Remember which side we're on!

Date: 2008-07-18 06:27 am (UTC)
ext_9063: (due South car smile)
From: [identity profile] mlyn.livejournal.com
"I'd rather not say."

"Benny, how long we been partners? You can tell me anything."

Fraser adjusted his pencil cup on his desk, then lined up his stapler next to it. Ray was about to throw something as Fraser then tested the dampness of the soil in his office plant. Finally, Fraser folded his hands on the desk and looked up at him.

"You should know that I've been keeping a secret from you."

"Yeah?" Ray felt a cold sweat break out in his armpits. He tightened his grip on his overcoat, shaking a little.

"I've…I'm in love with you, Ray."

Date: 2008-07-18 09:22 am (UTC)
ext_24067: (dS Match - Team Reality)
From: [identity profile] wihluta.livejournal.com
"'Whenever I see you, sound fails, my tongue falters, thin fire steals through my limbs, an inner roar, and darkness shrouds my ears and eyes.'"

"Fraser, what are you talking about?"

"Catullus, translating Sappho."

"What?"

"It's about love, Ray."

"Oh. Really? Let's hear it again."

"Ray."

"What? I didn't get it. I wanna hear it again. Tell me. C'mon."

"It wouldn't be the same."

"Of course it would."

"It wouldn't, Ray. A repetition is never the same as the original."

"Alright, fine, then tell me why you said it. And what it's supposed to mean."

"Er..."

"Fraser."

"I've…I'm in love with you, Ray."
Edited Date: 2008-07-18 09:23 am (UTC)

Date: 2008-07-18 02:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] belmanoir.livejournal.com
Sorry if this is cheating!


Ray goggled. That...was not what he'd been expecting. Ray didn't like surprises. On the other hand, it was a lot better than what he'd been expecting. "You are?"

Fraser coughed. "Yes, Ray."

Ray started to grin. "You know, Fraser, when I said 'You can tell me anything,' I really meant 'You can tell me anything, but maybe work is not the best place for certain revelations.'"

"Oh," Fraser said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I apologize for not immediately taking your meaning, Ray."

"We did work overtime on the Carlotti case yesterday."

"Yes, Ray. I believe you've clocked a number of hours of overtime this week."

"So whaddaya say we head out early today?"

Fraser looked torn. "I--but--"

"I'll leave my cell phone on," Ray compromised.

"Let's go."

Date: 2008-07-18 12:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] j-s-cavalcante.livejournal.com
“Well, I believe I committed what you would call a lascivious act.”

“You did what?

“A lascivious act, Ray. Of the type that is still forbidden under the current Criminal Code.”

“Pull my other one, Fraser.”

“Your other…er, what do you want me to pull, Ray?”

“Oh, God. Look. Just sit tight and don’t pull anything. Do not pull anything, do not look crosseyed at anyone, and for Chrissakes do not tell anyone an Inuit story. Or any story. No stories!”

“Oh. Er.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ray ran an aggravated hand through his hair. Even his spikes were feeling kind of wilted.

“Well, I’m afraid I already may have related a small anecdote about a Mountie who tore his jodhpurs while, well…” Ray could hear Fraser scratching his eyebrow all the way from whatever jail he was in. “Well, that’s not important. What is important is that I’m currently in jail, and I’m hoping you’d be so kind as to bail me out. And Turnbull, of course.”

“Do I dare ask what he did, Fraser?”

“Well, I’d…” Ray heard the eyebrow-scratching noise again. “I’d rather not say.”
Edited Date: 2008-07-18 01:59 am (UTC)

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