Wrath, shmath. I laugh - HA!
I fear not the beating stick.
Bring it on, bitca.
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.
Sassy infant struts
bring your armoured knickers, brat
when next we cross paths.
O, the hollow threats
Fly 2000 miles, and then
Bring on the (yawn) rage.
Oh, Teppy, I just got SUCH an evil visual from that sentence.
I've been told my Stern Glare(TM) can bring mortal men to their knees.
My glare is mighty
over top of my glasses
it will make you yield.
Tep's Mighty Stern Glare
Brings all the boys to the yard.
She could teach you, but she'd have to charge...
Ok, I fucked up the syllables on haiku. Who's gonna beat me NOW?
Who's gonna beat me NOW?
Probably whoever wrote Tep that stupid email.
I don't want to be spanked by a stranger!
I mean, I know it's shocking, but I DO have standards.
I don't want to be spanked by a stranger!
Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure you don't....
I have been writing all. damn. day. and am so tired. You guys are making me giggle helplessly.
Amy, I just sent out Chapter Seven. Star bubbles, angel's breath, really frickin' careful with it.
How's yours coming (no pun intended)? I want to know if Rhys and the PR chica have made it to bed yet.