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Alternate Universe: Miranda Priestly

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Apocalypse/Dystopia (100)
“How long can we stay here?” Andy demanded, pacing.

“Sit down.” Emily snapped. “Miranda said to wait here.”

“Uh, in case you haven’t noticed the world is basically over. I’m pretty sure I don’t have to do what Miranda says anymore.”

“I fucking noticed!” Emily growled. “And the last thing I need is you flying off the handle, okay?”

Last thing you need.” Andy scoffed testily. “And why did we come to Miranda’s house in the Hamptons? So we could visit the beach before we die?”

“Not exactly.” Miranda pushed the clip into an uzi as she re-entered the room.


Prison (100)
“What do you want?” Red groused from her cot.

Miranda folded her arms across her chest. “I want to help in the garden.”

“Wish in one hand and shit in the other.” Red scoffed, rolling over onto her side. “Your sentence is sixty days. You won’t be here to see the plants. Just take a nap and your sentence will be over.”

Miranda pursed her lips challengingly. “Name your price.”

Red blinked. After a moment, she said, “I would like to hit you.”

“Why?” Miranda narrowed her eyes.

“I know your type. New York socialite bitches.”

“Fine. If you must.”


Royalty (100)
“You will kneel before your queen!” Emily snarled, approaching the young brunette menacingly.

Miranda held up a hand, uttering only a soft, but authoritative. “Emily.”

Emily scowled at the girl but stood down. The queen was seated on a throne of crushed red velvet. The deep, blood red color made her seem even more pale, her silver white hair almost seemed to sparkle like diamonds. The brunette was suitably awed by her queen.

“You desired an audience?” Miranda said pointedly with an air of mild annoyance and disinterest.

“Yes, ma’am.” The brunette bowed clumsily, trying to gather her racing thoughts.