So I recently suffered a terrible tragedy: HARD-DRIVE DEATH! DUN DUN DUN! No, really, I lost every single document and my entire iTunes library. But alas, such is life in an era of digitizing everything. So, I went hunting through my old USB memory sticks and even my binders of - get this - stories written on actual paper! Lol. It was really interesting, seeing how my writing is changed since I started typing everything. But anyway, I came across a bunch of older stories, and I just had the crazy urge to rework and type up a few (okay, a lot) of them. Here is one of the ones I actually feel good enough about to post. Really hope y'all enjoy!
Yellow Punch Buggy
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"Red one."
Smack.
"White one."
Smack.
"Green one."
Smack.
Growl.
"Alex…"
"What? Ooh, another green one!"
Smack.
Screech.
"Uh, Yassen? Why'd you stop? Yassen? What're you, oh, oh god, no! Please no!"
Rustling, low growls, soft whimpers, a loud solid slap.
Silence.
"Did… did you just spank me?"
"Yellow punch buggy, Alex."
Groan.
Okay, so this little bit of (hopefully) humorous insanity was inspired by a delightful road trip with two of my friends. Suffice to say, none of us arrived at our destination without a few bruises.
This can be interpreted as Slash - I certainly had it on the mind when I wrote this - but it's also just vague enough to be gen or friendly/familial type interaction. (My brothers certainly love the concept of smacking each other, and me, every time they see a certain kind of car.)
Ciao, bellas!
