No. And yes. It's always sudden.

Tara ,'Storyteller'


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.


Steph L. - Jun 06, 2005 2:42:54 pm PDT #2553 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

Drabble time!

Challenge #60 (the pictures from the Look At Me website) is now closed.

Challenge #61 is two parts. Take this scenario: two people in a small space*, and write your drabble in a specific genre.

Classifying writing into a single "genre" can be a sticky thing. For one thing, no two people can ever seem to agree on a definition for "literary fiction," or if it even *is* a genre. So I'm not offering up this challenge to create quibbles or quarrels over whether or not something fits in a genre. I trust you all to write what moves you, label it however you like, and set it free. Simple as that.

Some examples of genres -- and I'm sure that (1) all of you know these already, and (2) all of you can probably list scads more genre categories that I left out -- are fantasy, historical fiction, mystery, sci-fi (does sci-fi belong in fantasy? that's an example of strict genre labelling that I'm not touching with a 10-foot fountain pen), westerns, tragedy, romance (another category that transcends "genre," as there's historical romantic fiction, and even within that category, there's Regency, Victorian, etc.), steampunk, erotica, fairy tales, hardboiled crime fiction t waves to erika , comedy, horror, and epics (though that might be hard to fit into a drabble).

Though I'd be impressed at a 100-word epic.

*Right, the asterisk -- thought I forgot, didn't you? When I say "two people in a small space," you may define "small space" however you like. When you're in a space with someone you don't want to be with (for instance), even an airplane hangar can feel too small. Just make us believe it through your writing.


Allyson - Jun 06, 2005 2:44:29 pm PDT #2554 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

and rises above the mere rhetoric and rant.

HEY! "Mere" rant?


erikaj - Jun 06, 2005 2:47:48 pm PDT #2555 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

  • Your* rants are never mere, Allyson. They transcend form.


Allyson - Jun 06, 2005 2:49:21 pm PDT #2556 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

hooray, erika! Rants can be art.


Aims - Jun 06, 2005 2:52:25 pm PDT #2557 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

That had no genre. Er, what I took away, that is.


deborah grabien - Jun 06, 2005 2:52:54 pm PDT #2558 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

A good rant is totally an art form.

If I wasn't elderly and feeble, I could dig up some of my own from the glory days of my distant, dusty youth...


erikaj - Jun 06, 2005 2:54:47 pm PDT #2559 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

Mine aren't, you know. Not generally. But I love "Network" for a reason Everyone should be as feeble as Deb, too.


Aims - Jun 06, 2005 3:04:57 pm PDT #2560 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

The Trip (noir)

His body lay on the side of the road. He had rolled a long way. I could see the ligature marks on his neck. Good looking guy, if a bit dorky. He had a look of glee on his face. The look of a masochist. He was dishelveled ; probably from being on the road for so long. The girl looking down at him was dry eyed and smug. The car behind her stuffed to the brim with boxes, the faint mewling of a cat.

“What happened?” I asked.

She looked up and growled, “He kept touching my leg.”


SailAweigh - Jun 06, 2005 3:10:42 pm PDT #2561 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Hee, Aimee, that's great! I think no jury would convict her.


deborah grabien - Jun 06, 2005 3:13:04 pm PDT #2562 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

She looked up and growled, “He kept touching my leg.”

BWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!