Sweetie Belle went over to her idea list, and carefully wrote down "Prompt one: Waiting Time".
Then she sat and thought. There were multiple meanings of the word "waiting", weren't there? She started writing.
There were worse things than this, Flash Sentry reminded himself. Money is money, and he certainly needed it after what had happened. And it wasn't like anywhere in Canterlot would be willing to hire him now. Still...
He couldn't drag this out any longer, though. His new boss was glancing in his direction and tapping one hoof impatiently. He slung on the apron and trotted over to the nearest table.
"My name is Flash Sentry, and I'll be your server. What can I do for you?"
"Blueberry waffles!"
He wrote it down on his pad.
"And to drink?"
At least this should be a simple order.
"Orange juice! And the hashbrowns, a small fruit salad, some rolls..."
Flash sighed and kept writing as the customer went on and on. It was going to be a long day.
This is actually a very clever way to just get short spurts of writing down. I can relate to flash sentry on providing customer service.
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I actually do like the flashfic contest a lot, because I can convince myself to sit down and write 150 words a lot easier then a long story, and it's getting me writing more, which then makes me more likely to write longer things, once I'm back in the habit of it.
And yeah, I know what you mean. I actually do like the Flash Sentry one a good bit. I kinda feel like I should write more things with him.
--Sweetie Belle
One can only imagine what that "something" was. Whelp, hopefully he got stuck in frills. Gotta have frills.
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That's one thing with writing this short of a story. You have to leave a lot to implication. And what better for that then a noodle incident?
Not only was I messing with multiple meanings of "waiting time" here, I also decided a Flashfic was going to be a Flash Sentry Fic...
--Sweetie Belle
Good ole noodles