Oh, that's lovely, Deb.
Simon: You are my beautiful sister. River: I threw up on your bed. Simon: Yep. Definitely my sister.
'War Stories'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Strix - Apr 13, 2006 7:43:59 am PDT #6045 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Ginger - Apr 13, 2006 7:52:20 am PDT #6046 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
You'd Hardly Recognize Me
The first thing to go is breath, then love, then the memory of love. The fall, the snap, then darkness and the slow erosion of the flesh. I sense you, vaguely, through the decaying wood, the dirt, the rocks, as you kneel over me on moonless nights. The tiny flicker of what I once was waits for you. Exposure of sin is worse than death, they say, but the dead know that nothing is worse than death. If one night ghostly hands twist that long black veil around your neck and pull until the breath goes, will you recognize me?
SailAweigh - Apr 13, 2006 8:02:08 am PDT #6047 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Wow, awesome drabbles all, but Ginger's gave me some of the creepiest goosebumps. Brrrr.
deborah grabien - Apr 13, 2006 8:07:58 am PDT #6048 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Man, Ginger, that's dark.
Amy - Apr 13, 2006 8:18:02 am PDT #6049 of 10001
Because books.
Ginger, that's fantastic! I love how dark it is.
§ ita § - Apr 13, 2006 8:19:25 am PDT #6050 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Ginger, that's marvellous. Just...ick.
*****
I ignore the commotion in the entrance hall. I'm not good enough to answer the door, I'm told.
But your voice reaches above the hubbub, and instead of being here, with the rags and the buckets I'm back to last night, with the fancy dress and beautiful shoes, lost in the music and the strength of your hand holding mine.
The commotion sweeps in before I have a chance to disappear. My stepmother flashes me glares of dark reproach.
Your gaze holds mine. I die a thousand deaths, praying you remember last night too, never noticing the shoe you carry.
Beverly - Apr 13, 2006 8:21:21 am PDT #6051 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Ginger been watchin' them Buffy dvds.
Wow.
deborah grabien - Apr 13, 2006 8:22:48 am PDT #6052 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
BWAH! ita did Cinderella!
Aims - Apr 13, 2006 8:23:02 am PDT #6053 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Wow. Ginger's and ita's both give me chills.
Different chills, but chills nonetheless.
Amy - Apr 13, 2006 8:23:22 am PDT #6054 of 10001
Because books.
ita's doing Cinderella! I love it. Fairy tales are great stuff.