WELL HELLO. I've been in a big writer's block until I asked my friends tonight... 'Give me four words', I said. They gave me the words 'salami', 'milkduds', 'kitten', 'ball', among others - those were the ones I chose.... and I wrote a mediocre and kind of cracky fic, but a fic nonetheless, and I kind of felt need to share it for some reason....
golly gee how many times am i going to edit this post
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Title: 'Salami'
Status: Minific - it's done. ;D
Rating: Everyone? I guess. whoops kind of forgot about 'rating' for a lil bit there, oh well not like i fic every day
Pairing: / otp otp otp
Summary: Ron and Dessie are.. uh, on vacation, I guess, and Dessie is lounging on a patio sort of thing on the beach when Ron arrives, and I didn't really put too much thought into the setting but oh well.

“Pleeeeeaaaaseeee try the salaaaamiiiiiiii!”

Desiree DeLite looked up from her cocktail and tilted her sunglasses down. Her Ronnie was just a few feet away, by the door, in baggy green and yellow swim trunks and red sandals. He balanced a rather large plate on his hands, a misshapen half hunk of salami.

“I’ve already got Milk Duds, Ronnie,” she held up the box of chocolate.

Ron slumped a little bit. “Oh. Its good salami and I kind of thought you…” His words trailed off into silence.

Before Desiree could reply, something bright purple soared onto the patio at a swift speed and met Ron’s forehead with a loud THUNK! The plate dropped from his hands and snapped in two. The salami bounced away, collecting sand and other bits. Ron shrieked loudly, his hair sproinged.

The beach ball was quickly followed by a man in orange swim trunks and little else. He skidded to a stop in front of Ron, kicking the salami even further away. He looked pretty horrified, staring at Ron.

”Oh, man, I’m sorry! I didn’t –!” He cursed loudly, grabbed the ball, and ran off without another word.

There was a pause, in which Desiree and Ron exchanged totally shocked glances, then a loud meow. Both DeLites turned their gaze towards the salami. It was mostly covered in sand, even more pathetic looking than it had been when Ron brought it out – and a small tabby kitten was chewing on it quite happily. The DeLites’ eyes turned back towards each other, and there was silence again.

Desiree offered the chocolate to Ron.

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Nice fan fic. I'll keep an eye on this thread (but not post replies in it)~

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