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Below you will find my response to the following challenge:
Disclaimer: Yes, I know they don't really do any good, but I feel obliged to say it anyway. I don't own any of the characters involved in these stories. I'm just borrowing them for a short while.
Character: Ezra, Josiah
“This story is amazing, Ezra,” Josiah rumbled, having just finished the story Ezra would be submitting to a writing competition. The competition required all authors to submit a short story along with a $20 fee. All proceeds would go to the winning author’s chosen charity. Smiling, Josiah added, “I noticed this story was completely comprehensible. How did you manage that?”
With a slight blush, Ezra admitted, “I had Lisa
proofread it for me. Without her help, I fear my
masterpiece would be an incomprehensible assemblage of
oblique references and outmoded parlance. With her
help, it will most assuredly emerge victorious.”
Two Weeks Ago
Chris looked at the six men sitting in the conference room before him and sighed. He stated, “Finding flight and accommodations is going to be nightmarish.”
“Chris,” Buck said, his voice serious, “there are some things in this life you just have to do, and this is one of them. You know what this means to us.”
With a sigh, Chris agreed.
The seven stood waiting and watching. All eyes were
focused intently on the road. The first runners came
into view. Vin, spotting their reason for being there,
cried, “Here they comes! Go Sunni!”
“Phyllis, thank you for doing this at the last minute,” Chris said, gratitude and relief softening his voice. “We don’t trust the boys with just anyone.”
Phyllis drew her attention away from the boys with whom she’d been making faces. “No problem,” she assured, smiling at Chris. “I’m always available to take care of these two ragamuffins.”
“We really do appreciate it,” Buck said, entering the room. He asked, “Ready to go?” Receiving a positive nod, the two men left.
As the door closed behind them, two squeals rang out
as the boys ran to give their sitter a hug.
“Mr. Tanner,” Ezra began, “would you cease that infernal pounding.” Ezra rubbed his forehead to try and ease the headache Vin’s typing was making worse.
“Gotta finish this story,” Vin replied, not looking up from his computer screen.
Curious, Ezra came around the desk to peer over his partner’s shoulder. His brow furrowed. As Vin checked the word count, Ezra observed, “It’s only one hundred words long.”
“Has to be,” Vin commented.
“Why would you be limited to only one hundred words?” Ezra inquired.
A smile played across Vin’s mouth as he replied, “It
was a challenge from an Angel.”
Picking up the phone, Barb found herself unsurprised to hear the voice of Chris Larabee.
“Barb,” he began, “we’re in trouble.”
With a resigned sigh, Barb asked, “What is it this time?”
Several moments of silence passed before Chris’s voice sounded again. “Well,” he began tentatively, causing alarms to ring in Barb’s head. Chris Larabee was not tentative. “We thought we could do this case without an author and now… well… we really need your help with the plot and ending.”
“I see,” Barb said, her tone resigned. “Where are you now and how bad is it?”
“Thanks,” Chris sighed.
“Don’t Chris!” Vin cried, stepping in front of his irate friend. “It wasn’t that bad. You did end up enjoying Aunt Bea’s pie.”
Chris stopped in his tracks glaring at Vin. “She got us lost in MAYBERRY!!!” Chris ground out through gritted teeth.
Vin winced. “It was the challenge! It’s not her fault!”
Chris snorted and continued on his way.
Racing ahead of his best friend, Vin found the woman in question. Breathlessly he gasped, “Anne! Hide! Chris! Mayberry! Very angry!” Then, giving Anne his best smile, Vin added, “I loved it!”
Anne returned Vin’s smile before disappearing from
Swirling his swiftly cooling coffee, JD allowed a sigh to escape as the person he’d been waiting on joined him. He smiled slightly. “Thanks for meeting me, Risha. I know how hard it is for you writers to jump into our world.”
“No problem,” Risha replied, relaxing into the comfortable chair.
JD licked his lips nervously before continuing. “I wanted to say that I’ve enjoyed what you’ve written so far…”
Risha felt the ‘but’ coming and encouraged, “But…”
“The guys are giving me a really hard time about the
whole vampire thing from last week and I was wondering
Larbaee glared at the two people sitting before him. He was not a happy man, not by a long shot. The causes of his ire sat quietly, ignoring his glare, both looking completely unconcerned and unaffected by the situation.
Mac sat back in the unusually comfortable office chair, smiling at the disgruntled man in black, saying nothing.
Finally deciding to get things underway, Larbee spoke.
“Ezra, I will deal with you in a bit. As for you MAC,
I want to know what the hell you were thinking last
week letting Standish go out on the town with
Meredith sat in the chair, eyes flicking nervously over the seven men surrounding her. “But…” she began.
“No,” Chris commanded. “You said it yourself, fair’s fair.”
“Yeah,” JD added. “You’ve been writing about us and turn about is fair play.”
“But,” Meredith pleaded, “I never did anything bad to you!”
Vin and Buck snorted, the others shook their heads.
“You are constantly beginning new stories without ever resolving them!” Ezra cried in indignation. “Do you know how frustrating that is?”
“But,” she tried again.
“We don’t want to hear it,” Nathan stated firmly. “It’s our turn to write about you.”