askye, that is badly bad.
Xander: Just once I'd like to run into a cult of bunny worshippers. Anya: Great. Thank you very much for those nightmares.
'Sleeper'
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.
SailAweigh - May 09, 2005 6:32:31 pm PDT #1996 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
askye - May 09, 2005 6:38:45 pm PDT #1997 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
I meant to put in physical descriptions, but it kept going on. This is inspired by some of the romance books I used to read where all the women were wee tiny things who were extremely innocent and virginal -- even the pregnant one. And the big huge strapping masculine men they ended up with. There was always some kind of age difference and the guy would be marveling that he could go twice in a row and how magnificant this woman was, how beautiful and something to cherish.
The women always seemed to wear tricot bras and plain underwear. And could barely finish half a sandwich while their men put away two or three.
I read a lot of those books.
SailAweigh - May 09, 2005 6:45:56 pm PDT #1998 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
I read too darn many of them, too, at 14. By the time I was 17, they made me want to barf. Until I started reading fanfic, I'd forgotten how awful some of those stories could be.
Beverly - May 09, 2005 8:03:22 pm PDT #1999 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
These are really and truly wonderfully bad. But Robin, I think yours was simply, elegantly, exquisitely bad. The Gaak and the Ha-cha-cha, was it?
Absolutely splendid, everybody. I'm awed, I'm incredibly entertained. So far I've not been inspired, but that may be simply because I'm stunned with how wonderfully bad the writing in this thread is, this week.
deborah grabien - May 09, 2005 10:08:06 pm PDT #2000 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Ga'a'a'aks
I just came home from a night of feeding cats and read that, and the noise I made on reading that was, roughly, "ga'a'a'k!" because I didn't want to laugh loudly enough to scatter the cats at this time of night.
I can't seem to do either the fantasy or the romance genres badly. This might have something to do with the fact that I can't do them well, either. Or that I don't really read mmuch of either genre.
Tricky.
Pix - May 09, 2005 11:44:39 pm PDT #2001 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Woke up in the middle of the night, wandered into GWW thinking I could catch up and wondering why there were so many posts...
My gods. You should WARN a person before doing that to her! My stomach hurts. I'm not sure if it's the "writing" or the laughter.
I will definitely have to try this challenge tomorrow when I'm more awake. Back to (still giggling) bed.
askye - May 10, 2005 4:28:16 am PDT #2002 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
You know, when I get home I should look for the really melodramatic angsty (and horrible) stuff when I was a teenager.
deborah grabien - May 10, 2005 6:41:12 am PDT #2003 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
askye, I wrote my first novel at 15 - in Italian. It was all about a hippie on a commune, discovering the Answers to the Great Questions.
I defy anyone to be angstier than that. And that's without how badly I probably mangled the Italian.
erikaj - May 10, 2005 7:55:25 am PDT #2004 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
My college one is embarrassing to me now.Not really due to angst, that was high school poetry. But I didn't know what I was doing except Maupin. Badly. And all of my scene changes were Homicide jump cuts, practically. But somebody still stole it; maybe they were hoping for porn.
Topic!Cindy - May 10, 2005 8:00:19 am PDT #2005 of 10001
What is even happening?
askye, I wrote my first novel at 15 - in Italian. It was all about a hippie on a commune, discovering the Answers to the Great Questions.
I defy anyone to be angstier than that.At thirteen, I wrote mine about a 15 year old Christian girl who got pregnant (she and her boyfriend somehow gained access to the swan boats in the Boston Public Garden at night, and got carried away) and had to tell her family.