Gunn: Well, how horrible is this thing? Lorne: I haven't read the Book of Revelations lately, but if I was searching for adjectives, I'd probably start there.

'Hell Bound'


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. - Mar 14, 2006 4:28:33 pm PST #5727 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Late, as always. You can almost set your watch by my late posting of the drabble topic. Which is ironic.

Challenge #100 (commemorating an event) is now closed.

Challenge #101 is disguise[s]. I know we used "masks" as a topic a little while back, but this feels different to me, as a topic. And I'm the autocrat around these here parts, anyway. So. Disguise[s]. Go to it.


Helena Handbasket - Mar 16, 2006 4:01:17 am PST #5728 of 10001
Smart people can be stupid too

Ailleann, I'm not sure how much help I'd be but I am certainly willing to try (that and, yeah, I'm bored). So, if you're still around and looking for input, I'd be happy to take a look at it. melon underscore m at-sign hotmail dot com

Edited because I just noticed this is totally irrelevant (I didnt look at the date of your post, sorry)


Liese S. - Mar 16, 2006 12:04:28 pm PST #5729 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

listless

today i took too few steps
too few steps to make myself real
to make myself realize i was alive
i was alive and could take more steps

today the sky is uniformly grey
uniformly grey from horizon to horizon
horizon to horizon outside and inside
outside and inside the sky stayed grey

today i wore too shabby clothes
too shabby clothes to echo my fear
echo my fear and my apathy
my apathy moulders in too shabby clothes

tomorrow i must rise and assume my disguise
assume my disguise as a human being
a human being functional, healthy and hale
healthy and hale will be my disguise


SailAweigh - Mar 16, 2006 12:18:00 pm PST #5730 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Liese, that's a punch in the gut. Goes well with your mask drabble.


deborah grabien - Mar 16, 2006 1:51:24 pm PST #5731 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

...a trifle disguised...

It's in Heyer's novels: "disguised", in Regency London, was slang for drunk.

When you first begged for help, you were visible. Help me stop, love - this is killing me. For awhile, it worked. You were there, yourself, shining through. I could see you.

Then you left me: nearly two years, back in Surrey, London, where the work was, where your wife was. You couldn't take it and you came back to me, drinking again.

And I didn't know. This time, no help was requested, and none was offered.

I couldn't see through you, a trifle disguised.


P.M. Marc - Mar 16, 2006 2:06:32 pm PST #5732 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Oh, Deb. That one hits hard.


deborah grabien - Mar 16, 2006 2:16:34 pm PST #5733 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

That one hits hard.

So does the realisation, all these years later.

God, I want a time machine. So much that needs fixing, so many things I'd love to not have any reason to write painful little drabbles about.


erikaj - Mar 16, 2006 7:41:56 pm PST #5734 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

Every time I post one of these, I imagine y'all thinking "Dag, not her Identity Issues again?!" But I hope you don't, because therapy is a pain in the ass, so...

You see me and you don’t see me, because I am both of your world and a stranger...maybe even a double agent. A poster child who carries the stylebook.An angelic telethon singer who comes prepared with, not “Tomorrow” but maybe “I Am Woman” or maybe Carlin’s Seven Words...that’s why I never got to do that...Lord knows what I might say. I am every neighbor on every block who was a little...that way, and so have answered people’s questions, saved up for twenty years, because we are lefties together and I’m fairly sure that you’re not prejudiced.So you think I am, you know, So. Great. Every time they ever ask “Are there any media here?” for half a second I want to raise my surprisingly undamaged looking hand, for the other tribe that halfway didn’t claim me, but makes me pause an extra beat when hearing something described as “sexy” and wonder if it will call for a negligee or my thinking cap. This is the person that counts all the smut on the local news and tells her family “Not to worry, all. It’s sweeps month.” Who says I didn’t use my degree? This is written for all the people who see me at workers’ events and wonder why, because you think “their” holiday is in July. Thanks for noticing. We love you too. This is written for all the people who would expect to see a medical bracelet before one that says “choice” or especially one that says “Never Surrender” This is written for my drunken “sister” in Kansas who made extra time in disability demonstration to tell me I was a sellout for getting my journalism degree. I can’t decide if you are a bitch or our community’s answer to Lenny Bruce, but seven years later, I would finally know what to say: Sellouts have money, all I ever have is words. You probably don’t even remember having made that mark on me, but now I have another costume.


SailAweigh - Mar 17, 2006 6:01:28 am PST #5735 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Sellouts have money, all I ever have is words.

And all the richer for it, erika. Excellent drabble.


Allyson - Mar 17, 2006 7:29:58 am PST #5736 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

Quick! Kick me in the ass and tell me I have to write ALL WEEKEND.

I'm so screwed having lost a week.