Wow. Ginger's and ita's both give me chills.
Different chills, but chills nonetheless.
Mal: Does.. um.. does this seem kind of tight? Kaylee: Shows off your backside.
'Shindig'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Aims - Apr 13, 2006 8:23:02 am PDT #6053 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
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.
SailAweigh - Apr 13, 2006 8:23:44 am PDT #6055 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Damn, and this is one of those times I got nothin'. Phtooie.
Beverly - Apr 13, 2006 8:25:04 am PDT #6056 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Thanks, ita!
I just imagined your Cinderella going off with her prince, getting as far as the altar and thinking, "Um, maybe, no. Here, dress is way too foofy and heavy. I'm off to kick some butt."
And she lived happilly ever after.
Ginger - Apr 13, 2006 8:26:37 am PDT #6057 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
ita's Cinderella is cool, particularly since Cinderella is all about recognition.
deborah grabien - Apr 13, 2006 8:29:22 am PDT #6058 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I'm thinking ita's Cinderella married the prince, sent the parents off to their nice country house, took over the country, and threw kickass parties.
And declared National Shoe Day. Jimmy Choos for all the peasants! Pairs of Fluevogs flung off the palace balconies, into the cheering mobs!
.....
....what?
§ ita § - Apr 13, 2006 8:43:50 am PDT #6059 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Heh. More in that vein, but not.
****
I am chained to this rock, guarded by this dragon, sleeping deeply in this glass coffin, forced to drudgework by my stepmother, ignored by my father, kept captive by a brute, cursed by a fairy, enchanted by an evil witch, locked in a tower.
You are my prince. You carry a magic sword, ride the whitest of horses, wear the most magnificent armour and bear the blessing of the gods. You are the slayer of wolves, the knower of names, a breaker of spells, seer of truth.
I know the man behind the beast. Why haven't you rescued me yet?
Amy - Apr 13, 2006 8:45:23 am PDT #6060 of 10001
Because books.
::claps::
More, please!
deborah grabien - Apr 13, 2006 9:13:08 am PDT #6061 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
OK, that last line is as nummy as it is petulant. I adore the "aHEM, hel-LO, we're burning DAYLIGHT here, clock's a-TICKING, yo......" feel.
Topic!Cindy - Apr 13, 2006 10:07:55 am PDT #6062 of 10001
What is even happening?
Amy remember that thing? Not me, baby. ita.
ita, these are great. Ginger, you gave me (actual) chills.