Awwww, Aimee. That's so sweet.
(And I want to read about Connie's butt....)
Jayne is a girl's name.
River ,'Trash'
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.
Steph L. - Dec 13, 2005 2:28:52 pm PST #5085 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
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.
deborah grabien - Dec 15, 2005 10:17:48 am PST #5090 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
maybe...
I don't know what it was, so don't bother asking, okay? Lord knows, I have no clarity to spare.
I can tell you it kept contradicting itself - that much is definite. One moment it was sharp, hard edges, a voice coming out of it, taunting me: no he didn't, dream on, bitch. But a second movement of my heart against it and the edges went soft, silken, the stuff of perfection, the voice saying yes oh yes he did, he loved you.
Maybe it was memory; maybe it was certainty, or truth. You'll know as soon as I do.
Ailleann - Dec 15, 2005 11:32:04 am PST #5091 of 10001
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
...aaaand once again deb broke me.
deborah grabien - Dec 15, 2005 7:00:01 pm PST #5092 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Ailleann, there were a couple of possibilities that didn't make it in because of the 100-word restriction.
Delusion. Fantasy. Plain old wishful thinking.
I'd prefer truth.
erikaj - Dec 16, 2005 11:08:40 am PST #5093 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Somehow I think this one misses what I want to say, even though I've written it twice, but it is actually spare and drabble-length.
Sometimes I feel like I want to touch you with my words because most of you won’t let me really touch you. At least not your naughty bits, anyway.Maybe I’m like Whedon that way and if I’d gotten any in high school, you wouldn’t even be seeing this. Maybe in a different world, I’d save my writing to send my daughter cute messages at camp. My Christmas letter might be the shit, the absolute bomb, except that me would not be as jazzed by inner-city metaphor.(Probably not.) Maybe I’d be the office wag , writing the newsletter full of quotes and clip art, dreaming about a novel I never had time for. In this life, my fondest wish is to touch hearts and minds.
deborah grabien - Dec 16, 2005 1:20:22 pm PST #5094 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Keep writing stuff like this, and you get your wish.
You know?