Susan! Kewl! Which one?
Giles ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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.
The Denver RWA chapter's--it's called the Molly. They're unusual in that they have a semifinals. Most contests just send the top 3-5 first round scorers to the final round judge. In this one you have two first round judges, and the top 30% or so make the semifinals, where you're guaranteed published judges. But I've usually been closer to the middle of the pack, so just knowing I'm in the top ten or twelve in what's considered a tough contest feels good.
Excellent!
Go Susan!
blood
I wake up, swallowing something bitter. Sitting up, red spills out into my cupped hands, then continues in spurts timed to my pulse.
I know what that means.
Not-Yet-Hubby takes me to the ER. Nine hours later I'm having my right sinus cavity packed to force the ruptured artery closed. I've already lost over a pint of blood. It'll be surgery to cut off that artery completely if this doesn't work.
Hubby-To-Be looks nauseous. "I thought blood didn't bother you," I say woozily.
"It does when it's mine."
He got a sympathetic nosebleed?
My blood is his.
Between reading backlogs of blood stories elsewhere and the nostalgia in Natter, some Gen Why drabble.
Bloodless
I learned the name Ryan White when I was in 4th grade. I never had a Blood Brother.
Under 400 troops died in the 2 military operations I remember before college. I didn’t know any of them.
I never saw my President get shot. I can explain at least 5 plausible theories on who killed JFK.
I was in Jr Hi during the 50th anniversary of Anne Frank’s death. I am so over WWII.
Most of the killing during my childhood was for royally stupid reasons. Forgive my incredulity of God, Nation, and Brother. It’s all rather academic to me.
Most of the killing during anyone's childhood is for royally stupid reasons, Debet. There are remarkably few non-stupid reasons for this ridiculous species of ours to shed each others' blood.
My daughter, age 26, refers to her generation as Generation Why Me. But she wept when George Harrison died.
Most of the killing during anyone's childhood is for royally stupid reasons, Debet. There are remarkably few non-stupid reasons for this ridiculous species of ours to shed each others' blood.
Yeah.
If I'd had another few dozen words, something about drugs and sneakers would have made it in there. I'm sure there's a better way to say it...something about not even having the pretense of...something.