Light bulbs. Always good for a laugh.

[anghara]

Via karenmiller, who got it from a friend's blog:


How many fantasy characters does it take to change a light bulb?

Epic Fantasy Writer: How many you got?

Traditional Fantasy Writer: One. There can be only one Chosen One.

Quest Fantasy Writer: One, but s/he must form a party of adventurers to retrieve the magic pliers first.

Romantic Fantasy Writer: Two, but they must do it while sharing a passionate kiss.

Erotic Fantasy Writer: Three, but they must do it naked while sharing a passionate kiss.

Dark Fantasy Writer: One, as long as it's done with a tentacle slithering from the bottomless pit.

Urban fantasy writer: Three. A werewolf, a vampire, and a chick in leather with a gun.

Literary Fantasy Writer: One, but it will take me four pages to describe it.

Slipstream Fantasy Writer: Is the light bulb an allegory for birth or death?

SF Writer: Who uses light bulbs? Honestly...

Comments

[j-cheney.livejournal.com]

Romantic Fantasy Writer: Two, but they must do it while sharing a passionate kiss.

Should read:
Two, but as he screwed in the lightbulb with his capable hands, she gazed up at him, realizing for the first time how she had come to rely on him, how she had learned to trust him, and how desolate her life would be after he went his own way. She couldn't let that happen. She must find a way to keep him by her side, until the Dark Lord lay dead at their feet...and even beyond. It was at that moment that she knew, without any doubt, that she loved him, and they were meant to be together forever.

[julesjones]

Erotic Fantasy Writer: Three, but they must do it naked while sharing a passionate kiss.

But..but...but... I've only written *one* menage!

[preyforhuntress.livejournal.com]

I love this. Mind if I steal it?

[anghara.livejournal.com]

Keep the chain of attribution going, but otherwise, be my guest!

[joycemocha.livejournal.com]

A nice lightener for the day!

[douglascohen.livejournal.com]

Funny stuff.

[alexjay.livejournal.com]

Erotic Urban Fantasy:
"Two."
"Two," he hissed again, a deeper intensity to his voice.

The leather straps bit into her shoulders and thighs. Foe her own part, she bit her lip--softly, however; she dared not expose her fangs at this time, yet still she felt a small trickle of fragrant blood make its slow, tantalizing way down her white chin.

"Two," he repeated once more.

She made a small grunt of assent, muffled by the gag. A tingle, then a bolt, of pain and pleasure shot from the small of her back; the ferrule of his staff, now fully charged with the anima he commanded, traced a line of heat down to the cleft of her exposed ass.
She screamed beneath the gag, yet the sound issued from between lips curved in a rictus of pleasure.

"TWO!" he cried, exultant.

As he took her by the arms, roughly pushing his naked body, his grinding hips, his heated and pulsing cock, into her, she moaned.

Spasms of ecstasy wracked her entire being; the gag, sweat-drenched, slipped from her mouth.
A gasped entreaty cleared her throat:

"Yes ... but w-where ... is ... the light bulb?"

[lmarley.livejournal.com]

"The light bulb glistened, pearl and silver in the gloom. She laid her hand upon it, sensing its potential energy, its promise of darkness-banishing illumination. The glass was cool against her palm, this symbol of civilization, of culture, of darkness banished by light. Surely, she thought, as she lifted it in her fingers, this little orb of frosted glass carried the very seed of hope within, that when she twisted it into its copper slot, the light would pour out, having begun its life in the great dam far to the east, barreled through cables and wires and conduits over mountains and through valleys, diving beneath pavement, or soaring above the trees. She savored the moment of drama before she began to turn it, waiting to see if the miracle would happen, if the promise of technology would be fulfilled . . . "

Sheesh. I'm bored out of my mind already. No wonder I can't read literary novels.