Oh, yes. That change made a big difference. I still like it, but better!
Dreg: Glory, Your Most Fresh-And-Cleanness. It's only a matter of time-- Glory: Ugh, everything always takes time! What about my time? Does anyone appreciate I'm on a schedule here?! Tick tock, Dreg! Tick freakin' tock!
'Sleeper'
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.
SailAweigh - Dec 11, 2005 8:04:59 am PST #5080 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
erikaj - Dec 13, 2005 7:56:29 am PST #5081 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Topic? I ran across one in my endless surfing..."The last thing you touched," Which could be a dog if everyone writes about her/his mouse, but I suppose you wouldn't have to take "thing" or "touched" literally.
Steph L. - Dec 13, 2005 1:53:50 pm PST #5082 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
That's a good one, erika! We'll go with that.
Challenge #87 (two people, running) is now closed.
Challenge #88 is the last thing you touched.
Don't get overly literal and write about your keyboard, por favor.
Connie Neil - Dec 13, 2005 2:25:59 pm PST #5083 of 10001
brillig
Hmph. I just went to the bathroom. I think I'm going to have to think this one over.
Aims - Dec 13, 2005 2:28:00 pm PST #5084 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
The Last Thing I Touched
Paper angels attached to toys and clothing. A dump truck, a winter coat. A doll, a stuffed animal. Toys for babies and bikes for kids. Some gifts extravagant, some very simple.
I move the ever growing pile from an empty cubicle to an empty storeroom. The sheer volume of them astounds me.
Gifts for unknown children from unknown adults. Feelings and tears well up inside my chest. What is this I feel? What are these things I have touched? Toys and clothing only?
No. It is hope.
I have touched hope.
Generosity.
Love.
Charity.
And the true meaning of Christmas.
Steph L. - Dec 13, 2005 2:28:52 pm PST #5085 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Awwww, Aimee. That's so sweet.
(And I want to read about Connie's butt....)
Connie Neil - Dec 13, 2005 2:29:51 pm PST #5086 of 10001
brillig
No, you don't. Especially after Aimee gets all heart-felt and everything.
sj - Dec 13, 2005 3:48:28 pm PST #5087 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Awww. Aimee, that's fabulous.
Liese S. - Dec 14, 2005 11:47:04 am PST #5088 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Aww. Very nice.
Liese S. - Dec 15, 2005 4:52:48 am PST #5089 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
touched
Soft blankets, the dog's fuzzy head, the door handle. The moon is resplendent in her pale blue sky. I shiver, and make a cup of tea.
Bowl of rice? Burlap sack? I don't even know. Are there ropes at the wrists of the four hostages?
Meals Ready to Eat? Military issue canvas? I know even less. Detainees wait to be questioned. Should they, like the Japanese Americans, answer, "Yes, yes?"
Cedar rough in my hands, I build a fire for comfort. But in Iraq, they build a fire to survive—electricity the price of their liberation.
My tea tastes bitter.