bookblather (
bookblather) wrote in
rainbowfic2012-07-08 11:33 pm
Brown 3: Traffic
Author: Kat
Title: Traffic
Story: Huge Scary New Story
Colors: Brown 3 (brown out).
Supplies and Materials: Miniature, feathers (this picture), beading wire (this accurately reflects Miranda's mood), glue (You can feel the stress building around you and wish you could do something to make it go away.), novelty beads (this picture), pastels (traffic).
Word Count: 100.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: This is why Miranda hates Orange County.
Warnings: none
Notes: Don't mind me, just closing out a bingo card with a sensory description exercise. There's a rename poll for the Huge Scary New Story! Come weigh in.
"This, right here?" Miranda said aloud, into the hot stillness of her car. "This is why I don't like Orange County."
There were several reasons, actually, but the traffic had to be first on everybody's list. The choking exhaust that kept windows shut, the sun burning down, turning cars into saunas, interminable stretches of time spent staring at the rear of the car ahead, blinking away sun dazzles. The headache growing behind her eyes spiked at the thought.
She leaned her head on the wheel, pressed her fingers into her forehead. An hour at least to home.
Fuck Orange County.
Title: Traffic
Story: Huge Scary New Story
Colors: Brown 3 (brown out).
Supplies and Materials: Miniature, feathers (this picture), beading wire (this accurately reflects Miranda's mood), glue (You can feel the stress building around you and wish you could do something to make it go away.), novelty beads (this picture), pastels (traffic).
Word Count: 100.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: This is why Miranda hates Orange County.
Warnings: none
Notes: Don't mind me, just closing out a bingo card with a sensory description exercise. There's a rename poll for the Huge Scary New Story! Come weigh in.
"This, right here?" Miranda said aloud, into the hot stillness of her car. "This is why I don't like Orange County."
There were several reasons, actually, but the traffic had to be first on everybody's list. The choking exhaust that kept windows shut, the sun burning down, turning cars into saunas, interminable stretches of time spent staring at the rear of the car ahead, blinking away sun dazzles. The headache growing behind her eyes spiked at the thought.
She leaned her head on the wheel, pressed her fingers into her forehead. An hour at least to home.
Fuck Orange County.

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Thank you!
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Because, you captured the smell.
And words don't have smells.
OBVIOUSLY, YOU MUST ROCK.
BRB snorting perfume.
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Thank you!