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[apocalypsos]

Is it the weekend yet? *whimper* I want to spend two days pretending my only job is to write and finding a theater that's showing Shaun of the Dead, damn it. *kicks something*

Bah. Let's try something weird for inspiration. Give me an everyday object and a line of dialogue, and I'll see if I can stick it into the TroNoWriMo story just for kicks.

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[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

Oh, Allah, the singing plastic mosque alarm clock. I still have nightmares about the time my parents bought one as a Christmas present for a friend who was staying with us, and asked to store his presents in my room. And neglected to mention that the sack of wrapped articles included an extremely loud alarm clock, set to start ringing and never stop at three a.m.

It took twenty minutes for my sleep-addled brain just to work out that the noise was coming from within my room (it should be noted that I'm extremely good at sleeping through disturbances). I was not amused. Especially as I'd been up until one wrapping presents for my parents' stockings, my two brothers having crapped out early, and the aforesaid brothers then made me get up at six to open presents...

[freedomfry.livejournal.com]

And that thing is LOUD. Same thing happened to my mother--the gift was a present for my brother and my husband and I are used to sleeping through call to prayer, living in a Muslim nation near three mosques.

When it woke her at 2:30am on Christmas Day she was also less than happy.