Ro, that's an amazing drabble. Must think about it more.
Okay, um, I'm lost. Uh, I'm angry, and I'm armed, so if you two have something that you need to work out --
Mal ,'War Stories'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Beverly - Oct 31, 2005 12:35:05 pm PST #4761 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Astarte - Oct 31, 2005 2:58:30 pm PST #4762 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
Thanks, Beverly.
Felt a bit lumpy, but it's giving me some things to think on for future, so that's a reasonable ROI for a hundred words.
deborah grabien - Oct 31, 2005 6:55:59 pm PST #4763 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
No new topic?
Amy - Nov 01, 2005 10:02:15 am PST #4764 of 10001
Because books.
Tep? I feel a need to drabble, and I completely blanked on masks. You want some possibilities?
Steph L. - Nov 01, 2005 11:52:38 am PST #4765 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Oh, dear god. Sorry! No, I have a topic. Give me a minute....
Steph L. - Nov 01, 2005 11:55:15 am PST #4766 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Challenge #81 (masks) is now closed.
Challenge #82, also in the spirit of the season, is trick[s] and/or treat[s].
deborah grabien - Nov 01, 2005 12:26:37 pm PST #4767 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Oooooooooooooooooooh!
Probably not until tomorrow (out of town for five days=GAH! SHIT PILED UP!), but I like this challenge, I do.
Amy - Nov 01, 2005 12:36:13 pm PST #4768 of 10001
Because books.
Me, also. Brain is brewing something up now...
Amy - Nov 01, 2005 1:52:24 pm PST #4769 of 10001
Because books.
Tricks and/or Treats Drabble:
He wasn’t her favorite trick. Shit, none of them were that. Once, one of them had been kind, and bought her breakfast over on Eleventh, but that was a fluke. Never happened again.
This guy, though, was a regular. He deserved a few snaps just for the ready cash. But his needy, groping hands? Made her shudder, when he was gone and she was rearranging herself, wiping his smell off her skin. Difference was, much as she loathed the sight of him coming, she was grateful. She knew what to expect from him. And that was enough of a treat.
Beverly - Nov 01, 2005 2:14:43 pm PST #4770 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Oh Amy, what a gut punch. Powerful and visual and ouch.