donutsweeper (
donutsweeper) wrote2007-07-13 11:04 pm
Entry tags:
Triskaidekaphobia
A drabble from the prompt Triskaidekaphobia from
tw_wotd_fic
It was sticky.
It was smelly.
It was about a liter of some sort of yellow slime that slipped through the rift from god knows where to end up landing directly on top of Owen.
“It’s Friday the thirteenth. I knew we shouldn’t have gone out today!” Owen sputtered, as he squelched his way to through the Hub to the showers, “I even warned you, didn’t I? Friday the thirteenth. Bloody Friday the thirteenth!”
It was only when Owen was safely out of hearing that the team burst into fits of laughter.
It was sticky.
It was smelly.
It was about a liter of some sort of yellow slime that slipped through the rift from god knows where to end up landing directly on top of Owen.
“It’s Friday the thirteenth. I knew we shouldn’t have gone out today!” Owen sputtered, as he squelched his way to through the Hub to the showers, “I even warned you, didn’t I? Friday the thirteenth. Bloody Friday the thirteenth!”
It was only when Owen was safely out of hearing that the team burst into fits of laughter.
