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sandman100's "playing"
Two for Desire: Both rated PG-13
(100 words, including title)
"Playing at Love"
Love is a game, isn't it? That's why they call it 'playing the field' when a man or in some cases, a woman moves from partner to partner. Love is a contact sport, a lot more like rugby football than, say, like tennis. When will these mortals get that through their thick skulls? It's only a game, and when you choose to play a game, sometimes you win and sometimes you lose. All that matters is that you let yourself have fun when you play the game of love...
As I have fun playing with mortals' hearts. . .
@--`--
(100 words, including the title)
"Heartstrings"
That music you hear? That's one of my compositions, the sounds you hear when I am playing upon your heartstrings. Oh yes, the melody isn't always a happy one, but that tends to happen when you dance to the tune Desire plays for you. Whether you dance or whether you mourn, I hear it all as music in my ears. And it could serve as music to your mortal ears as well, if you'd play along, instead of trying to make something else out of the melody. Discords happen, but the worst happen when you don't play along.
A Cuckoo little drabble: rated G to PG (she's a nasty little character...) 100 words, not including title.
"Child's Play"
Playing games: ain't that what kids do the best? I'm a child, an' I'm just doin' what I do best. Playing games using imagination. Okay, so it wasn't *my* imagination. I took something that didn't belong to me: kids do that too. And I kinda wrecked Barbie's silly old land. Go ahead: tell me I played rough. You can't always get your own way; someone has to be the mean little girl who plays too rough. Playing rough is a lot more fun than playing nice. It's all part of the game I like playing most: the game of I.
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Two for Desire: Both rated PG-13
(100 words, including title)
"Playing at Love"
Love is a game, isn't it? That's why they call it 'playing the field' when a man or in some cases, a woman moves from partner to partner. Love is a contact sport, a lot more like rugby football than, say, like tennis. When will these mortals get that through their thick skulls? It's only a game, and when you choose to play a game, sometimes you win and sometimes you lose. All that matters is that you let yourself have fun when you play the game of love...
As I have fun playing with mortals' hearts. . .
@--`--
(100 words, including the title)
"Heartstrings"
That music you hear? That's one of my compositions, the sounds you hear when I am playing upon your heartstrings. Oh yes, the melody isn't always a happy one, but that tends to happen when you dance to the tune Desire plays for you. Whether you dance or whether you mourn, I hear it all as music in my ears. And it could serve as music to your mortal ears as well, if you'd play along, instead of trying to make something else out of the melody. Discords happen, but the worst happen when you don't play along.
A Cuckoo little drabble: rated G to PG (she's a nasty little character...) 100 words, not including title.
"Child's Play"
Playing games: ain't that what kids do the best? I'm a child, an' I'm just doin' what I do best. Playing games using imagination. Okay, so it wasn't *my* imagination. I took something that didn't belong to me: kids do that too. And I kinda wrecked Barbie's silly old land. Go ahead: tell me I played rough. You can't always get your own way; someone has to be the mean little girl who plays too rough. Playing rough is a lot more fun than playing nice. It's all part of the game I like playing most: the game of I.