So you couldn't tell that Lilah was, well, Lilah, from Angel? Hmm both good and bad. Good that it stands on its own. bad that an Angel fan could not even spot the connection.
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Yep, wait, same question as Steph's.
Oh, my post with Erika. I'm sorry I had posted a drabble some time ago in fan fiction because it was also a fan fiction. Oh is see that my post to Erika was read as drabble. Because it does fit with the topic. Heh. No, not a drabble, at least not intentional art. Hmm if it is a drabble, then it is like other found art. The creator is actually the one who selected it rather the one who made it with no artistic intentions. So I'm the author of the post, but Deborah Grabien is the creator of the drabble.
The one I thought you were talking about was my old post in fan fiction
I thought it was belated commentary on:
egotism on my part. sorry.
OK, that clears it.
No, honestly, your post to erika read like a precisely constructed drabble. Perfect.
Superficialities
You were the quarterback; I was the outsider. Jock and Brain. By the rules of high school, we couldn’t be friends, so we weren’t. In grade school, you walked me home. In high school, we barely talked. If I saw you at your family's trailer, you got embarrassed. If you’d found out I kept the necklace you gave me in 5th grade, I’d have died.
But when I walked into our ten-year reunion, thin, no glasses, long hair, stylish clothes, you were the only one who recognized me, and your smile made me feel at home.
No, honestly, your post to erika read like a precisely constructed drabble. Perfect.
This is what I meant too, Gar.
Meta-Drabble
That post does does read like a drabble. But it is still accidental. Go to a found art exhibit sometime. It will probably include, say a beautifully weathered piece of driftwood that closely remembles an old man. But the wind and the waves and tree don't get the credit; the person who thought of picking up the driftwood and pointing out the resemblence does.
So by that standard Deborah, you and Cindy are the creators of the drabble. I'm just a bit of random chaos that accidentally weathered a piece of wood into a striking pattern.
Heh. Gar's rockin' on this one. Recognising the meta! It's a nice use of the topic challenge.
BTW, Cindy, did you get my email with London Calling? Sent it - I think yesterday, maybe Monday. What is today?
I am a wallflower with dark lowered lashes and dark downturned eyes. You want me to smile for you all the time.
I am tall and fair and slender and have a terrible memory. I cannot resist an argument, the louder the better, even if I can't remember the facts.
I'm driven and pragmatic, always busy, always intense. My fuse burns brighter than you've ever seen before.
I am the belle of the ball and love to please with my laughter. I thrive when all eyes are on me.
I am heartache, every time, and you never see me coming.
Oh, man, ita. All about the persona and the anima. Nice.