Heh. Even "good" Hemingway makes me break out in hives*, so yeeeeesh.
*Well, except for A Moveable Feast.
This girl at school? She told me that gelatin is made from ground-up cow's feet and that every time you eat Jell-O there's some cow out there limping around without any feet. But I told her that I'm sure the cow is dead before they cut its feet off, right?
Dawn ,'Never Leave Me'
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.
Astarte - May 09, 2005 10:57:23 am PDT #1938 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
Astarte - May 09, 2005 10:59:13 am PDT #1939 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
deborah grabien - May 09, 2005 11:09:58 am PDT #1940 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Next Week on “Lifetime Cinema for Women”
BWAH!
His love, his heart, his soul, his very nostril hairs!
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Well, except for A Moveable Feast.
My sistah!
erikaj - May 09, 2005 11:10:16 am PDT #1941 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Hee, hee. Luckily "my" genre has plenty of sucktastic possibilities.
Susan W. - May 09, 2005 11:12:51 am PDT #1942 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Why I Like “Cock”
Awestruck she stared at his turgid, swollen member, his proudly outthrust manhood, throbbing with a questing, pulsing rhythm older than time. How could her untried virginal core hold even the tip of so noble a manroot? Unbidden her throat emitted a tiny squeak of terror.
His questing hand sought out the slick, molten moistness of her tight little honeypot. Soon his sword would pierce her final defenses, the last barriers of her sacred innocence, and probe her hidden treasures. Lord Rodney Shaftington, Duke of Ravenscliff, Regency Spy-Soldier-Lord extraordinaire, prepared to storm the citadel of passion.
JZ - May 09, 2005 11:18:11 am PDT #1943 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Oh, Susan. DYING here.
::perishes laughing::
Astarte - May 09, 2005 11:19:43 am PDT #1944 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
Manroots and honeypots and citadels, oh my!!!
Amy - May 09, 2005 11:21:00 am PDT #1945 of 10001
Because books.
Oh, Susan just did this so much better...
Oh, Do It Already
Cayenne stared up into the coal dark eyes of Drako. Soon they would be joined as man and woman had since time immemorial. They would begin the dance of love, a rhythm as ancient as the earth, as sacred as the tides, as…
“Calm yourself, my spicy one,” Drako mumbled. “There will be pain—and then there will only be the ecstasy of bliss. Yes, even this first time.”
“Do it, my strong gorgeous hero of a man,” she whispered. She gasped as Drako’s manroot penetrated her love grotto, a dragon in a dark cave. And breathing such sweet fire!
deborah grabien - May 09, 2005 11:24:03 am PDT #1946 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
cheering and throwing confetti for Susan and Amy
Bravo! BRAVISSIMO!
erikaj - May 09, 2005 11:26:20 am PDT #1947 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
The Case of the Putrid Procedural
Officer Flynn felt his gorge rise and he left his steak dinner in the gutter as he came upon the nubile teenaged corpse, a blonde angel with injuries he thought he had left in the verdant hell that was the Mekong Delta. Why was it always the pretty ones....she wasn’t that much older than his own daughter, Kathleen, who had become a stranger with either the phone stuck to her ear or a bong stuck in her mouth. Just another little girl looking for trouble, but this girl? Actually found it.