Oh deb, how sad.
And also the submission piece about Patrick Ormand.
The mind. It goes places it oughtn't.
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Oh deb, how sad.
And also the submission piece about Patrick Ormand.
The mind. It goes places it oughtn't.
I only asked because it was a drabble to the challenge for the week
Duh. I feel like a stupidhead.
Sail, great drabble. Hee!
Deb, both of yours are really powerful. The first one especially.
And also the submission piece about Patrick Ormand.
The mind. It goes places it oughtn't.
Heh.
So. This scene may be terrible. I just don't know. But it's not the worst ever.
If you didn't use the words "love grotto" or "throbbing lance," you're several steps up on the competition.
Love grotto?
Love grotto?
Don't ask.
Oh, no. I am pretty sure I understand what it means. I just can't understand how someone thought it up, and then that that someone was able to bear writing it down for the world to read.
Is it in a published work?
Oh yeah. Bertrice Small is famous for her sex scenes, and she used to (perhaps still does) all kinds of, uh...colorful metaphors like that. "Love grotto" and "throbbing lance" were just two of her stock phrases.
She dates back from the 80s, though, when sex scenes in romance were generally a little more metaphor-happy (and much more purple). That was the age of titles like "Love's Savage Passion" and "Desire's Wild Flower," et cetera.
I've read about lots of throbbing things (usually members and manhood). I don't know if I've ever read about a throbbing lance, though. That sort of anthropomorphizes it, since Lance is a name, and it's not a good thing. *shudder*
If only it would scan, I would so filk Love Grotto to Love Shack.
Amy, those titles always bring to mind the scene from the Ice Pirates movie and the woman with the husky, hesitating voice, "Welcome! to...Passion's...Storm..."
I love the Ormand idea for the cop short story, Deb.
And I loved Sail's drabble. I'm thinking Lady or the tiger, but it won't come out in drabble form, so the subject's not got my name on it.
AmyLiz made me snort coffee through my septum lining. It's almost as nasty as cocaine. Evil woman. "Love grotto".
And also the submission piece about Patrick Ormand.
The mind. It goes places it oughtn't
Wait until London Calling. He and Domitra have to team up, and neither of them is too thrilled at the idea. But not to worry - she'll put the boy firmly in his place.