Cindy, BWAH! You may win this one.
Especially since, when I read "Hitchhikers Guide" ten years later, my first reaction was "Forty two! The Answer is 42? Why in hell didn't I think of that?"
You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends.
Spike ,'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.
deborah grabien - May 10, 2005 8:05:10 am PDT #2006 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Strix - May 10, 2005 8:20:03 am PDT #2007 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
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.
Ohmigod. Diana Palmer. My mom, sister and I were obsessed with her (my sister and I were in our early teens, but Mom? I dunno, she was on a lot of drugs for panic attacks.)
Always a virgin, always the UBERmale, always got married.
And when I hit about 16, I started always throwing her books across the room.
Topic!Cindy - May 10, 2005 8:21:30 am PDT #2008 of 10001
What is even happening?
See? That's why I haven't done a bad writing drabble, yet. I have an unfair advantage. *g*
The bad writing here has been splendidly bad. I am so enjoying it, and have needed the laughs.
deborah grabien - May 10, 2005 8:23:54 am PDT #2009 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Oh, my.
Speaking of bad writing....remember that "you can't make this shit up" story about the Russian model turned dom and the murder of her Swiss lover in Geneva?
And I still couldn't make this shit up.
Pix - May 10, 2005 8:46:31 am PDT #2010 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
BAD WRITING DRABBLE:
Her heart was heavy. Too long, she had yearned for his touch. Too long, he had eluded her soft, white grasp. He was the pinnacle of her every sweetest fantasy--his strong chin, his rugged features, his penetrating blue eyes. O, to be his truest love! O, to feel those manly hands run across her skin! But she knew it was all for naught--he was beyond any simple girl's reach. He was a bright star in her heavens--a fiery orb she knew would only burn her if she let it. Yet, like a bug drawn to the tempting light of the zapper, she was pulled to him.
Topic!Cindy - May 10, 2005 8:48:40 am PDT #2011 of 10001
What is even happening?
Hee! That's hysterical with the old style poetic O! and the bug zapper simile all in one drabble.
deborah grabien - May 10, 2005 8:49:04 am PDT #2012 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Yet, like a bug drawn to the tempting light of the zapper, she was pulled to him.
You know, you could make this even worse with the addition of just two words:
Yet, like a helpless bug irresistably drawn to the tempting light of the zapper, she was pulled to him.
Pix - May 10, 2005 8:50:37 am PDT #2013 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Ooo! Yes! I was already over my word limit, though, so I was trying to be good. While being bad.
deborah grabien - May 10, 2005 8:55:46 am PDT #2014 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I think maybe on the bad writing issue, it's bumping the word limit up. I mean, my usual normal style of writing relies on a minimum of words used for maximum effect; it's all in how they're used.
So BadWriting 1.01 for me is verbal diaharrea.
Pix - May 10, 2005 8:57:26 am PDT #2015 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
BAD WRITING DRABBLE...revised to make it even worse, thanks to Deb!
Her heart was heavy. Too long, she had yearned for his touch. Too long, he had eluded her soft, white grasp. He was the pinnacle of her every sweetest fantasy--his strong chin, his rugged features, his penetrating blue eyes. O, to be his truest love! O, to feel those manly hands run across her skin! But she knew it was all for naught--he was beyond any simple girl's reach. He was a bright star in her heavens--a fiery orb she knew would only burn her if she let it. Yet, like a helpless bug irresistably drawn to the tempting light of the zapper, she was pulled to him.