Primeval drabble: The Storm Breaks
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knitekatTitle: The Storm Breaks
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 100
Characters: James Lester, Dave the Future Predator, (OWC)
Rating: 12
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N 1: For the P100 challenge 288: Fireworks. Part of my Dreams Of Yesterday drabble series and sequel to Waiting For The Storm. Sorry ;) How could I resist doing this?
A/N 2: Thanks go to Fred for the beta, cheers m'dear.
The pending silence was split by a tremendous explosion that had the neutered future predator reeling from the shock wave with a pained shriek cry before it took off at speed.
James stared, wide-eyed, as the sky was filled with streaks of fire that screamed through the air like malfunctioning rockets. He swallowed as the sky turned red and predator and prey ran helter-skelter past him, struck by some nameless panic.
He wished he knew what era he was in as he watched fireballs rain down into the now-steaming jungle and tongues of flame sprang skyward far too close for comfort.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 100
Characters: James Lester, Dave the Future Predator, (OWC)
Rating: 12
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N 1: For the P100 challenge 288: Fireworks. Part of my Dreams Of Yesterday drabble series and sequel to Waiting For The Storm. Sorry ;) How could I resist doing this?
A/N 2: Thanks go to Fred for the beta, cheers m'dear.
The pending silence was split by a tremendous explosion that had the neutered future predator reeling from the shock wave with a pained shriek cry before it took off at speed.
James stared, wide-eyed, as the sky was filled with streaks of fire that screamed through the air like malfunctioning rockets. He swallowed as the sky turned red and predator and prey ran helter-skelter past him, struck by some nameless panic.
He wished he knew what era he was in as he watched fireballs rain down into the now-steaming jungle and tongues of flame sprang skyward far too close for comfort.
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Date: 2012-11-12 10:09 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading.