Beverly Hillbillies
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katleeptTitle: "Shooting Up Change"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Drabble
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 15 January, 2012
Disclaimer: Jed and Elly May Clampett and The Beverly Hillbillies are © & TM their rightful owners, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: I love The Beverly Hillbillies, but I abhor murdering (hunting). Finally found a way to explain the beginning to my liking.
The sun was shining, and the birds were singing as Jed Clampett shot up the sky. He lowered his pistol as the food fell to the ground. No one might be able to eat his daughter's food, but Elly May's biscuits sure made for good target practice. He paused a moment to admire the land. These were his woods; he knew every spot and every animal in the forest. Some things would never change, he thought, beaming, but then as he shot another biscuit, a massive, black cloud exploded and, in that moment, everything changed for Jed and his family.
The End
Title: "Time and Freedom"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Drabble
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 12 March, 2012
Challenge: For a 100WordStories LJ comm's biweekly challenge
Disclaimer: Jed and Elly May Clampett, Granny, and The Beverly Hillbillies are © & TM their rightful owners, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
"I'm tellin' ya, Jed! Ya've gotta get that girl married! Her time's runnin' out!"
"Yes, Granny," Jed replied idly, whittling while watching Elly Mae play with her critters. It seemed like only yesterday that his beautiful, teenage daughter had been only the age that she still acted. He knew Granny was right. Elly was of marrying age, but he'd no desire to hurry time. She would grow up soon enough, but for now, all they had, in this poor neck of the woods, was time and each other. Pocketing his wood, he went to join his daughter while he could.
The End
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Drabble
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 15 January, 2012
Disclaimer: Jed and Elly May Clampett and The Beverly Hillbillies are © & TM their rightful owners, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: I love The Beverly Hillbillies, but I abhor murdering (hunting). Finally found a way to explain the beginning to my liking.
The sun was shining, and the birds were singing as Jed Clampett shot up the sky. He lowered his pistol as the food fell to the ground. No one might be able to eat his daughter's food, but Elly May's biscuits sure made for good target practice. He paused a moment to admire the land. These were his woods; he knew every spot and every animal in the forest. Some things would never change, he thought, beaming, but then as he shot another biscuit, a massive, black cloud exploded and, in that moment, everything changed for Jed and his family.
The End
Title: "Time and Freedom"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Drabble
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 12 March, 2012
Challenge: For a 100WordStories LJ comm's biweekly challenge
Disclaimer: Jed and Elly May Clampett, Granny, and The Beverly Hillbillies are © & TM their rightful owners, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
"I'm tellin' ya, Jed! Ya've gotta get that girl married! Her time's runnin' out!"
"Yes, Granny," Jed replied idly, whittling while watching Elly Mae play with her critters. It seemed like only yesterday that his beautiful, teenage daughter had been only the age that she still acted. He knew Granny was right. Elly was of marrying age, but he'd no desire to hurry time. She would grow up soon enough, but for now, all they had, in this poor neck of the woods, was time and each other. Pocketing his wood, he went to join his daughter while he could.
The End
