It's wonderful to have friends...

[calime]

I was contemplating whether joining Mini_nanowrimo would be a good idea, you know, in a good-habit-cultivating-way. To be poked, to write. And stuff. And then sparklebutch helpfully poked, and holde_maid said "Fire", and Cali wrote a handful of words and felt better.
Which I'm posting before I get to feel silly...and forget to cultivate good habits. Maybe I could do 100 words a day *muses*.

105 words of random Highlander (like you couldn't guess:)):

He was tired, cold and feeling grumpy. The rain was split-splattering down, and the damp seemed to creep into every nook and cranny. The wind howled in the darkness.
A dark outline with a raised sword silhouetted against the background of dimly-lit alleyway was just an added annoyance.
That was certainly NOT a good time for a challenge. Those youngsters, they called it the Game, and still wanted to play in such conditions? Dumb gits.
Definitely a smart move to call for a time out. After all, he had a dinner, a book and a fire waiting. "Pause Game," he thought, and squeezed the trigger.

Comments

[logophilos.livejournal.com]

Heh, I can definitely see that as Methosian thinking - and now I see you never actually say who it is!

Good capturing of the tediousness and conflict of immortal existence in few words. Good work.

[calime]

Thank you!
In my mind, yes, it was Methosspeak, but then of course it can be anyone. I do doubt whether Duncan'd do it...though, maybe, being exposed to Methos' healthy influence for, lets say, a couple of centuries...