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Published:
2015-10-01
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2016-08-27
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Phracku

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Summary:

Mewme - the evil temptress also known phrynef_ismyrolemodel - started this mad discussion. Then, JackPhryne4Eva, the equally brilliant smart-ass contributes:

How about haikus
Very Short
Low Commitment
(not a haiku but damn funny in a 5/3/4 makes a perfect triangle sort of way)

Then, the rest of us loonies online went on a phracku-jam-sesh. The first set of phracku's are raw from first night. There is no reason why these can't develop further.

Want to contribute? Please do! Just write a comment and you will be given your own page and official Phraku title.

Each page is dedicated to a single author so that they can see/respond to comments. On each page, general phracku is at the top. Episode phracku follows. Authors will put a little (NEW) note with their additions so you can quickly see what has changed with a story update.

28 Sept, 2015 Update: This page was shifted around a bit to accommodate Rakish-panties-in-a-bunch-Angle, who was Desperately Seeking Organization (what they hey...it can be better than Susan...just sayin'). Now you know too much...
Update: This page was lost but now it is found. Amazing Phracku lives on!
Update: Seasons 2 and 3 added
Enjoy!

Chapter 1: By Mewme: Our Glorious Queen of the Phracku

Chapter Text

I.

His fingers found her

skin. Soft. Supple. Silk over

creamy flesh. He sighed

Into her neck. Lips

and teeth, mouths full of need and

desire won out.

She gasped his name. Jack.

The one man’s name that held her

after all this time.

He stared into her

eyes. Phryne. Witch. Temptress. He

lost himself in her.

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II.

His grunts filled the dim
chamber as shoulder met stone.
Please, please, please he thought

As he struggled to
be free. Please, please, please he cried
as he ran down the

stone corridor. Her
voice as she fought turning his
fear to rough frantic

breaths. Please, please, please he
prayed as he watched, helpless to
intervene. Proud and

terrified. He shook
with relief as she stood tall
and faced her demons.

He caught her as she
collapsed, childlike and free.
The first time in years.

Please, please, please he breathed
into her raven hair. He
carried her away.

Let her rest, her dream
of boats, Pirates, and of a
little girl's smile.