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Piccy, Ficcy Wednesday!
Back at work. Spent all morning getting large packets of stuff ready for posting. My paper-cut fingers are not happy.
Ans why is it that everytime I go outside I get poured on? I mean, drenched. Not nice, universe. Not nice at all.
Seeing as it's Wednesday, it's picture and Teeth, Claws and Guinness snippet time. Woohoo!

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The following is the very first bit of the next story in the TCG series entitled: Lagers, Compromises and Little Pink Men.
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When Evan woke, the first thing he saw was an irate squirrel. It chittered at him and then ran up the large oak tree that bordered a small clearing.
Evan groaned as he stretched from a fetal position. He rolled to his stomach and placing his hands flat on the ground he pushed himself off the forest floor. Standing a trifle unsteadily, he took stock of himself.
Naked? Check.
Aching muscles? Check.
Did you eat anything last night? He ran his tongue over his teeth. Nothing tasted odd. So, apparently not. Check.
Are you in the middle of the woods and have at least a mile to walk? Check.
Rolling his shoulders trying to pop some joints back into place, Evan started his walk back towards civilization. His hands eventually found their way underneath his arms to attempt to ward off the chill. He could just see the outlines of Hannah’s house in the distance and picked up the pace.
“Woo! Nice arse!” was suddenly yelled from somewhere behind him.
Evan yelped and darted behind a tree. “Damn it, Hannah! How long have you been there?”
“Long enough for it to be worth the full price of admission,” she called out. “I figured you’d want some pants.”
“Figured right,” he said. “Now, throw them over here.”
“All right, all right, keep your shirt on. Oh, wait.” Evan shook his head while she giggled and threw a bag in his direction.
“You know I’ve seen it all before,” she said as he got dressed still using the tree for cover.
“Yeah, but I was unconscious at the time,” he said pulling a jumper over his head. “It’s different when I’m awake.”
“Ooh, is it?”
to be continued...
Happy Wednesday!
Ans why is it that everytime I go outside I get poured on? I mean, drenched. Not nice, universe. Not nice at all.
Seeing as it's Wednesday, it's picture and Teeth, Claws and Guinness snippet time. Woohoo!
source
The following is the very first bit of the next story in the TCG series entitled: Lagers, Compromises and Little Pink Men.
When Evan woke, the first thing he saw was an irate squirrel. It chittered at him and then ran up the large oak tree that bordered a small clearing.
Evan groaned as he stretched from a fetal position. He rolled to his stomach and placing his hands flat on the ground he pushed himself off the forest floor. Standing a trifle unsteadily, he took stock of himself.
Naked? Check.
Aching muscles? Check.
Did you eat anything last night? He ran his tongue over his teeth. Nothing tasted odd. So, apparently not. Check.
Are you in the middle of the woods and have at least a mile to walk? Check.
Rolling his shoulders trying to pop some joints back into place, Evan started his walk back towards civilization. His hands eventually found their way underneath his arms to attempt to ward off the chill. He could just see the outlines of Hannah’s house in the distance and picked up the pace.
“Woo! Nice arse!” was suddenly yelled from somewhere behind him.
Evan yelped and darted behind a tree. “Damn it, Hannah! How long have you been there?”
“Long enough for it to be worth the full price of admission,” she called out. “I figured you’d want some pants.”
“Figured right,” he said. “Now, throw them over here.”
“All right, all right, keep your shirt on. Oh, wait.” Evan shook his head while she giggled and threw a bag in his direction.
“You know I’ve seen it all before,” she said as he got dressed still using the tree for cover.
“Yeah, but I was unconscious at the time,” he said pulling a jumper over his head. “It’s different when I’m awake.”
“Ooh, is it?”
to be continued...
Happy Wednesday!