Inara: Who's winning? Simon: I can't tell. They don't seem to be playing by any civilized rules that I know.

'Bushwhacked'


The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...  

A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.


deborah grabien - Apr 25, 2005 2:10:55 pm PDT #1370 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Wise man, Susan.


Susan W. - Apr 25, 2005 2:31:53 pm PDT #1371 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

Yeah, he's a keeper.


Aims - Apr 25, 2005 2:32:54 pm PDT #1372 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

"I once caught a husband THIS BIG!!"


erikaj - Apr 25, 2005 2:36:30 pm PDT #1373 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

I thought I did and it was a shoe.


Steph L. - Apr 25, 2005 2:37:03 pm PDT #1374 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

I got a rock.


deborah grabien - Apr 25, 2005 2:54:06 pm PDT #1375 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

"I went to Reno and all I got was this cool bass player..."


Connie Neil - Apr 25, 2005 2:56:21 pm PDT #1376 of 10001
brillig

Catch and release.


erikaj - Apr 25, 2005 2:57:07 pm PDT #1377 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

I just end up admiring other women's, mostly.


Susan W. - Apr 25, 2005 3:33:18 pm PDT #1378 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

Drabble, playing with that part of the wip that's giving me fits:

Jack admires his handiwork as he ties the final knot. Bound so thoroughly and gagged so securely, Colonel Robuchon couldn’t summon help even if he awakened. With luck, nobody would miss him until breakfast.

Mrs. Arrington has exchanged her torn dress for a whole one, and now she turns her back to him. “I’m sorry. I can’t reach all the buttons.”

With steady hands Jack dresses the woman he’s dreamed of undressing. What will they be to each other if they survive this escape? Their intimacy now is that of comrades in mortal peril, but if the plan works they’ll be alone together for as much as a week.

Some bonds are harder to sever than others.


Ailleann - Apr 25, 2005 3:36:09 pm PDT #1379 of 10001
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda

Clichés, get your clichés here….


Black t-shirt stretched across broad shoulders. Tight jeans and tighter underneath. Music thumping, and she parts the seas with swaying hips, grinding against him as an introduction. The beat pounds them, touches and caresses anchoring them together. Offer, then agreement, both silent in the roar of music and lust.

They ride waves of passion in her cold bed. No words, because speaking breaks the spell still pounding in their ears. Her heart is gone, lost to a man that can never be hers. There is now only the storm, and nameless ports are better than being washed into the sea.