Round 15, Hour 40
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fic_rush_48Things were quiet.
Too quiet.
The fic writers could not hear -- or could they? -- the sounds of small, determined webbed feet flapping on ice floes. They could not hear -- really, they couldn't -- the evil clucks and cackles as the Time Chicken plotted
its hideous plots.
They could only hear the clicking of the keys as the words poured out -- for some, a deluge; for some, a steady flow or a slow trickle; for some, long dry passages culminating in a sparkling fountain of words, gleaming and glittering like an overextended metaphor.
So, um. How ya doing?
Too quiet.
The fic writers could not hear -- or could they? -- the sounds of small, determined webbed feet flapping on ice floes. They could not hear -- really, they couldn't -- the evil clucks and cackles as the Time Chicken plotted
its hideous plots.They could only hear the clicking of the keys as the words poured out -- for some, a deluge; for some, a steady flow or a slow trickle; for some, long dry passages culminating in a sparkling fountain of words, gleaming and glittering like an overextended metaphor.
So, um. How ya doing?
