Thrilling?
Maybe I've always been here.
Early ,'Objects In Space'
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.
Scrappy - Oct 24, 2005 10:09:17 am PDT #4692 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Amy - Oct 24, 2005 10:11:15 am PDT #4693 of 10001
Because books.
Damn. Thrilling would have been good.
deborah grabien - Oct 24, 2005 10:13:12 am PDT #4694 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Compelling? Riveting? Engaging? Engrossing?
Amy - Oct 24, 2005 10:20:59 am PDT #4695 of 10001
Because books.
Too late. I already sent it in.
It's sad how much I really don't care. I don't know where my vocabulary went today. I suspect the neverendingmotherfucking rain washed it away.
Steph L. - Oct 24, 2005 11:14:52 am PDT #4696 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
All right, then -- let's go with a seasonal topic!
Challenge #80 (Out of the Closet) is now closed.
Challenge #81 is, in the spirit of the season (get it? get it? "spirit"? ....yes, I'm a huge dork), masks.
deborah grabien - Oct 24, 2005 11:44:03 am PDT #4697 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
In Hiding
It's me, and the mirror: a woman, peeling away the masks.
The first one, flesh and fever, is the woman of today, feeling her age, feeling her systems breaking down. The lips are cautious, the eyeslits come with hoods. This one's about protection against loss.
Beneath that, another: passion, scarlet-painted cheeks, a full ripe mouth, what they see, what they should have seen, when they looked down at her, her body moving under them.
Third mask: the girl who won't die, comedy/tragedy, laughter and tears, tinted with the flame of her need, painted in all the colours of the rainbow.
erikaj - Oct 24, 2005 1:04:41 pm PDT #4698 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
For today, let me put my mask on. Let me be your Salome; let’s give reality a pass today. Pretend there’s nothing but right now...the sweet taste of chocolate and what happens when our lips touch. Tomorrow will happen soon enough...with its bill paying and my finding the flaws in my face.Tonight I’l be a temptress and give you everything. I’ll be a goddess and make you a world, just to smash. I’ll be a princess and pretend that I rule. I’ll be a clown just to make you smile. I’ll be a naughty schoolgirl and let you give me...detention.(I never have been very disciplined.) I’m a spy on a mission...a detective that needs to make a few confessions herself. For tonight, I’ll be anything but me.
deborah grabien - Oct 24, 2005 3:39:56 pm PDT #4699 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
erika, you just broke me.
SailAweigh - Oct 24, 2005 3:42:24 pm PDT #4700 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Me, too.
dcp - Oct 24, 2005 5:08:25 pm PDT #4701 of 10001
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
Mask drabble:
It's ugly, but it works.
The oxygen mask is bulbous rubber in dark olive drab, an elephant's trunk strapped to my face. The weight of the long, thick, stretched concertina of the hose is a constant downward pull, while the top of the mask pushes my cheeks up, giving me a squint and making it difficult to see.
Afterwards I'm left with a red line like a pillow crease across my nose, down both cheeks, and under my chin. I don't mind looking like a clown. I've just flown the Pikes Peak wave to thirty thousand feet without an engine.