Oh, connie, that's superb.
'Out Of Gas'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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They didn't stay long. Long enough to marry, and have one child, but during the second pregnancy his patience, stretched by local hostility and shrinking prospects, shattered. He took them back home, where he wouldn't have to shield her from thrown trash. He
Years later, over every objection, his son moved back to London, armed with borrowed
He has a computer job that his father doesn't understand, and sends money back to his
It was supposed to be light and fluffly. I think that souffle fell.
Picture four Word count: 100
Pater noster qui es in coelis,
Their father—now in heaven
sanctifcetur nomen tuum.
We bear his name in hell.
Adveniat regnum tuum,
He has come into the kingdom
fiat voluntas tua,
What will be done
sicut in coelo et in terra.
for us—on earth?
Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie,
Today, there is bread,
et dimitte nobis debita nostra,
But we are in debt.
sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostri,
Will our debtors forgive?
et ne nos inducas in tentationem,
The temptation to join him is overwhelming.
sed libera nos a malo.
Who will deliver us from evil?
Ack. What's up with the formatting on that? I must have made an error I can't see. It should all be like the first half.
ita, if you're still here, can you look at it, please?
ita, there's a word missing in yours. I adore it, but am also consumed with curiosity: armed with borrowed....?
Cindy, nice breakdown on that one.
Thanks, Deb. I'm just sad the formatting messed up. I can't tell what happened to it. I don't know if I dropped a tag, or what. The double line breaks are in it (after the black lines) all the way through, but they're not showing up on the board.
There are a lot of words missing from mine, it seems. I'm not sure how Word managed that.
I need to recreate it.
Cindy, I'll have a look in a sec.
Okay -- rejiggered, because I'm arsed if I can remember the original way I got it to 100 words:
They didn't stay long. Long enough to marry, and have one child, but during the second pregnancy his patience, stretched by local hostility and shrinking prospects, shattered. He took them back home, where he wouldn't have to shield her from thrown trash, or his son's developing language from racist epithets.
Years later, over every objection, his son moved back to London, armed with borrowed anger and a university degree.
He has a lucrative computer job that his father doesn't understand, and sends money back to his parents.
They've never met his wife. She's white.
Thank you, ita. What did I miss?