Fall Fest 1: Trashing the Hut
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kiramaru7Title: Trashing the Hut
Author: kira
Prompt: Let’s break things
Fandom: original
Characters: Althea, Alistair, Freddie
Word count: 589
Rating: PG
Summary: Althea, her brother Alistair, and their friend Freddie have fun trashing an old, abandoned hut…
Author’s Note: This is unbetaed, so any mistakes therein are my own
“Come on, you idiots, let's break stuff! It’ll be fun!” Althea said as they entered the old, dilapidated hut. It was clear no one had been inside the hut in years. The inside was full of cobwebs, mouse droppings, and crunchy leaves from the trees behind the hut. A bed with a rotten mattress stood in one corner and the remains of someone’s dinner sat on the table opposite it.
“Yes!” Freddie picked up a stick. “Eww!” He made a face and quickly dropped it, shaking his hand. “Get it off me!”
“Let me see,” Alistair said as he took his best friend’s hand. “It’s just a little spider.” He flicked it off Freddie’s hand.
“Thanks!” The look of pure relief on Freddie’s face was comical and it was all Alistair could do not to laugh.
Althea had no such qualms. She laughed. “You’re such a scaredy cat!” Grabbing a stick, she brought it down on the table, breaking it. “Hunh?” Althea looked from the broken stick in her hand to the table and back.
“I guess it’s stronger than it looks,” Alistair said dryly.
His sister glared at him.
“Maybe the stick’s rotten from all the spiders?” Freddie said. He poked the table with his finger. Dust coated his finger tip and he wiped it on his pants. Gathering his courage, Freddie picked up the wooden plate from the table and dropped it. It clattered to the floor, still in one piece. He threw the tin mug, from the place setting, at it. The mug bounced off the plate, although it did leave a crack in it.
Alistair looked around the hut. He poked at the dried herbs hanging from the ceiling. Dust and bits of leaves and flower buds rained down on him. He coughed. “Some pirates, we are, eh?” He grinned.
“Yeah...” Freddie said, wishing they could leave. This was not as much fun as it sounded.
Althea glared at them. “Then go if you want!” She grabbed the lone chair in the room and hurled it across the hut, narrowly missing her brother.
“Hey!”
The chair crashed into the wall and broke.
Althea smiled. “See? I told you it’d be fun!” She picked up the tin mug from the floor and threw it.
Shaking his head with a heavy sigh, Alistair had to admit it was kind of fun, trashing what was left of the place. He helped Freddie smash the crocks that sat on a high, wooden shelf.
“I think we’re done pilgraming,” Althea said. She wiped her dirty hands on her skirt.
“Don’t you mean ‘pillaging’?” her brother said.
“Whatever,” Althea waved her hand. “I’m done, playing pirates. Let’s go to Freddie’s and get something to eat.”
“Yeah! Cook made some stew yesterday and a loaf of that crusty bread you like, Althea.”
They looked over at Alistair.
“You coming?” Althea said. She crossed her arms and waited for his answer.
He nodded and followed them out, their pirate game forgotten for the moment. Alistair was also hungry and the cook at Freddie’s house was so much better than the one at home. She never yelled at them; just insisted they wash their hands and face, before sitting down to eat. She also knew how to cook hearty, peasant food that tasted like heaven and did not care if they ate with their hands or used a fork or spoon. It may not as been as much fun as his sister promised, but at least he could look forward to an amazing lunch.
Author: kira
Prompt: Let’s break things
Fandom: original
Characters: Althea, Alistair, Freddie
Word count: 589
Rating: PG
Summary: Althea, her brother Alistair, and their friend Freddie have fun trashing an old, abandoned hut…
Author’s Note: This is unbetaed, so any mistakes therein are my own
“Come on, you idiots, let's break stuff! It’ll be fun!” Althea said as they entered the old, dilapidated hut. It was clear no one had been inside the hut in years. The inside was full of cobwebs, mouse droppings, and crunchy leaves from the trees behind the hut. A bed with a rotten mattress stood in one corner and the remains of someone’s dinner sat on the table opposite it.
“Yes!” Freddie picked up a stick. “Eww!” He made a face and quickly dropped it, shaking his hand. “Get it off me!”
“Let me see,” Alistair said as he took his best friend’s hand. “It’s just a little spider.” He flicked it off Freddie’s hand.
“Thanks!” The look of pure relief on Freddie’s face was comical and it was all Alistair could do not to laugh.
Althea had no such qualms. She laughed. “You’re such a scaredy cat!” Grabbing a stick, she brought it down on the table, breaking it. “Hunh?” Althea looked from the broken stick in her hand to the table and back.
“I guess it’s stronger than it looks,” Alistair said dryly.
His sister glared at him.
“Maybe the stick’s rotten from all the spiders?” Freddie said. He poked the table with his finger. Dust coated his finger tip and he wiped it on his pants. Gathering his courage, Freddie picked up the wooden plate from the table and dropped it. It clattered to the floor, still in one piece. He threw the tin mug, from the place setting, at it. The mug bounced off the plate, although it did leave a crack in it.
Alistair looked around the hut. He poked at the dried herbs hanging from the ceiling. Dust and bits of leaves and flower buds rained down on him. He coughed. “Some pirates, we are, eh?” He grinned.
“Yeah...” Freddie said, wishing they could leave. This was not as much fun as it sounded.
Althea glared at them. “Then go if you want!” She grabbed the lone chair in the room and hurled it across the hut, narrowly missing her brother.
“Hey!”
The chair crashed into the wall and broke.
Althea smiled. “See? I told you it’d be fun!” She picked up the tin mug from the floor and threw it.
Shaking his head with a heavy sigh, Alistair had to admit it was kind of fun, trashing what was left of the place. He helped Freddie smash the crocks that sat on a high, wooden shelf.
“I think we’re done pilgraming,” Althea said. She wiped her dirty hands on her skirt.
“Don’t you mean ‘pillaging’?” her brother said.
“Whatever,” Althea waved her hand. “I’m done, playing pirates. Let’s go to Freddie’s and get something to eat.”
“Yeah! Cook made some stew yesterday and a loaf of that crusty bread you like, Althea.”
They looked over at Alistair.
“You coming?” Althea said. She crossed her arms and waited for his answer.
He nodded and followed them out, their pirate game forgotten for the moment. Alistair was also hungry and the cook at Freddie’s house was so much better than the one at home. She never yelled at them; just insisted they wash their hands and face, before sitting down to eat. She also knew how to cook hearty, peasant food that tasted like heaven and did not care if they ate with their hands or used a fork or spoon. It may not as been as much fun as his sister promised, but at least he could look forward to an amazing lunch.
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Date: 2025-10-29 05:32 am (UTC)Hopefully that house really was abandoned.
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Date: 2025-10-29 06:01 pm (UTC)It was. If it wasn't, I think Alistair is smart enough to not only notice, but get them out of there before they destroy the place. ;D
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Date: 2025-10-29 08:49 pm (UTC)That's true. He's a smart cookie.
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Date: 2025-10-30 01:23 am (UTC)*nods* Yup!