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Prose Sample
Sep. 23rd, 2015 11:09 pm(Note: This sample was taken from the Test Drive Meme and was expanded to fit the length requirement)
Um... [Swallowing, she tried to work out her sticky mouth. Whatever this creamy nut spread was, it was making her tongue stick. Not very pleasant, but she's had worse that didn't taste near as good; even if the nut bit was gooey, the jam was sweeter than any she'd ever had. This future was cursed strange, but she couldn't argue with the grub!]
[Turning back to the question at hand, Jacky ran a tongue over her tusks before answering.] No, I think it's after my time... I've had peanut sauces in the Orient, and they were cursed good, but nothing like this. Jemimah Moses--our cook--she'd cook us hot peanuts on the stove, but they weren't near as sweet as this!
[Or as thick. Honestly, she weren't sure how this dog-man was able to eat it without any trouble. Then again, hadn't he mentioned something about... Sliding her eyes about, she spotted a glass of frothy white liquid and snagged it. Giving it a mighty sniff, she looked up at Red and beamed.] But this, this is of my time! My dear friend Amy, she owns a farm, and even my low-class neck has had fresh milk!
[Granted, she'd also had it at the school, but as always when she found herself so very far from home, she found herself thinking of Dovecote, of the simple days lying in the hayloft with Amy, talking of this and that--]
[Tilting her head back, she put all thoughts of home out of mind and slugged the liquid down....and immediately spat it back out.] God's mangy teeth, why is it cold?!
Um... [Swallowing, she tried to work out her sticky mouth. Whatever this creamy nut spread was, it was making her tongue stick. Not very pleasant, but she's had worse that didn't taste near as good; even if the nut bit was gooey, the jam was sweeter than any she'd ever had. This future was cursed strange, but she couldn't argue with the grub!]
[Turning back to the question at hand, Jacky ran a tongue over her tusks before answering.] No, I think it's after my time... I've had peanut sauces in the Orient, and they were cursed good, but nothing like this. Jemimah Moses--our cook--she'd cook us hot peanuts on the stove, but they weren't near as sweet as this!
[Or as thick. Honestly, she weren't sure how this dog-man was able to eat it without any trouble. Then again, hadn't he mentioned something about... Sliding her eyes about, she spotted a glass of frothy white liquid and snagged it. Giving it a mighty sniff, she looked up at Red and beamed.] But this, this is of my time! My dear friend Amy, she owns a farm, and even my low-class neck has had fresh milk!
[Granted, she'd also had it at the school, but as always when she found herself so very far from home, she found herself thinking of Dovecote, of the simple days lying in the hayloft with Amy, talking of this and that--]
[Tilting her head back, she put all thoughts of home out of mind and slugged the liquid down....and immediately spat it back out.] God's mangy teeth, why is it cold?!