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Good lord, I am bad at writing short things. Still, go here to request a (long) drabble of your very own http://impulsereader.livejournal.com/48933.html

Title: Metamorphosis
written for [livejournal.com profile] litlover12
she requested Radar from M*A*S*H
Word count: 1291

*****

It takes a while for Walter to become Radar.

When he first lands in Korea, Walter is too afraid to take out his bear.

It’s nice to know that he is in his bag, under all his clothes and stuff, but it would be nicer still to be able to cuddle him, even if he had to do it under the covers so no one else could see.

But all the other guys are tough and don’t need a bear.

Or maybe they just don’t know how nice it is to cuddle a bear.

Either way, Walter knows he needs to leave his bear where he is - hidden.
Read more )
impulsereader: (Default)
Good lord, I am bad at writing short things. Still, go here to request a (long) drabble of your very own http://impulsereader.livejournal.com/48933.html

Title: Metamorphosis
written for [livejournal.com profile] litlover12
she requested Radar from M*A*S*H
Word count: 1291

*****

It takes a while for Walter to become Radar.

When he first lands in Korea, Walter is too afraid to take out his bear.

It’s nice to know that he is in his bag, under all his clothes and stuff, but it would be nicer still to be able to cuddle him, even if he had to do it under the covers so no one else could see.

But all the other guys are tough and don’t need a bear.

Or maybe they just don’t know how nice it is to cuddle a bear.

Either way, Walter knows he needs to leave his bear where he is - hidden.
Read more )
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And as a counterpoint to my OUAT ficlet, for the same five word challenge...

Title: Mail Call
Author(s): impulsereader
Rating: G
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Character(s): Hawkeye, BJ
Summary: Baked goods and a letter from home.
Warnings: None.  Fluffy as the day is long.  (Except, perhaps, if you're a bundt cake.  If you are, beware mystery liquids.)
A/N: I seem to have been influenced by litlover12's post today celebrating the anniversary of M*A*S*H.  I am not sorry.  :-)
Word Count: 300

*****

“I think we can resuscitate the fudge, but the bundt cake’s parents are about to get an unwelcome message by telegram.”

“Ah, come on, it can’t be that bad. We’ll smush it back together.”

BJ stared into the box dubiously. “I don’t think so, it got all wet with something...I don’t know what, but it doesn’t smell right.” He wrinkled his nose and chucked the box and its offending contents into the trash. “It’s all right, I’ll tell Peg it was great and she’ll send another one. Maybe we’ll get lucky next time.”

Hawkeye looked up from his letter to dramatically gasp in mock horror. “You would lie to Peg, Beej? Just to get us some cake?”

BJ kicked back on his cot, settling the box of fudge on his chest. “Ah, ah, ah, it’s not a lie if I’m sure it actually was great at some point. Flattery is the key to a good marriage.”

“Oh yeah? I thought that was ignorance.”

“Well, in this case it’s both.”

“Listen to this, Dad says the re-enactors of Crabapple Cove are on strike. Apparently the straw that broke the camel’s back was the Mayor’s refusal to shell out for new gold braid this year.”

“Ouch, gold braid past its prime; there’s nothing worse.”

“They blame the original seamstresses.”

“Those dastardly seamstresses are always the ones at fault,” BJ agreed heartily around a mouthful of fudge.

“No quality control. Ha! He says they’re picketing City Hall! They have signs that say, ‘Real gold braid does not fade.’. Why didn’t he send pictures?” Hawkeye lamented.

“Cheer up, maybe they’ll still be striking when you get home.”

“Oh, it gets better," he crowed, "They stormed the place and took out a chandelier!”

“You know, Hawk, sometimes I wonder about that town of yours.”

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And as a counterpoint to my OUAT ficlet, for the same five word challenge...

Title: Mail Call
Author(s): impulsereader
Rating: G
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Character(s): Hawkeye, BJ
Summary: Baked goods and a letter from home.
Warnings: None.  Fluffy as the day is long.  (Except, perhaps, if you're a bundt cake.  If you are, beware mystery liquids.)
A/N: I seem to have been influenced by litlover12's post today celebrating the anniversary of M*A*S*H.  I am not sorry.  :-)
Word Count: 300

*****

“I think we can resuscitate the fudge, but the bundt cake’s parents are about to get an unwelcome message by telegram.”

“Ah, come on, it can’t be that bad. We’ll smush it back together.”

BJ stared into the box dubiously. “I don’t think so, it got all wet with something...I don’t know what, but it doesn’t smell right.” He wrinkled his nose and chucked the box and its offending contents into the trash. “It’s all right, I’ll tell Peg it was great and she’ll send another one. Maybe we’ll get lucky next time.”

Hawkeye looked up from his letter to dramatically gasp in mock horror. “You would lie to Peg, Beej? Just to get us some cake?”

BJ kicked back on his cot, settling the box of fudge on his chest. “Ah, ah, ah, it’s not a lie if I’m sure it actually was great at some point. Flattery is the key to a good marriage.”

“Oh yeah? I thought that was ignorance.”

“Well, in this case it’s both.”

“Listen to this, Dad says the re-enactors of Crabapple Cove are on strike. Apparently the straw that broke the camel’s back was the Mayor’s refusal to shell out for new gold braid this year.”

“Ouch, gold braid past its prime; there’s nothing worse.”

“They blame the original seamstresses.”

“Those dastardly seamstresses are always the ones at fault,” BJ agreed heartily around a mouthful of fudge.

“No quality control. Ha! He says they’re picketing City Hall! They have signs that say, ‘Real gold braid does not fade.’. Why didn’t he send pictures?” Hawkeye lamented.

“Cheer up, maybe they’ll still be striking when you get home.”

“Oh, it gets better," he crowed, "They stormed the place and took out a chandelier!”

“You know, Hawk, sometimes I wonder about that town of yours.”

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