Today's Prompt: Sculpture Garden
And I know what some of you are thinking; Perfect time to write Doctor Who fic. But I never have written Doctor Who fic and I don't feel like starting when I have no time. So, instead you get pure crack of the Supernatural variety.
So, get this...
(Supernatural, crack, 228 words)
SAM: So, get this - statues are coming to life in the suburbs of St. Paul, Minnesota.
Dean: That’s weird. Sounds like our kind of thing – let’s go.
[cut to shot of white picket fence and a small hedge. Pan up to find Sam and Dean on the outside peering in – shotguns on their shoulders.]
Dean: You have got to be kidding me.
Sam: According to my research, we just need to get to the stone in the centre of the uh... sculpture garden... and scratch out the curse runes.
Dean: Sculpture garden? Really? That’s what you’re calling this eye-sore?
Sam shrugs and grimaces.
Dean: Well, this should be interesting...
[Camera pans to reveal suburban garden, where every single flower-bed has at least ten different garden gnomes standing in various whimsical poses.]
[As Dean steps into the yard, all the little gnome heads turn slowly towards him – their faces contorting into a look of pure evil.]
Dean: Cover me!
[Unknown amount of time later – wide camera shot shows the yard littered with shattered ceramic gnomes. Dean and Sam sit next to a stone in the centre of the garden, visible scratch marks on it. They are bloodied and bruised.]
Dean: I think one bit my ankle.
Sam: At least you weren’t stabbed by a small fishing rod.
Dean: We are never speaking of this again.