Dawn: Are you kidding? Dr. Keiser: I never kid about my amazing surgical skills.

'Bring On The Night'


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.


deborah grabien - Apr 26, 2006 9:03:39 am PDT #6507 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Raq, whoa. Powerful.


Typo Boy - Apr 26, 2006 9:25:02 am PDT #6508 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

Raq. Oh I like that.


deborah grabien - Apr 26, 2006 10:08:19 am PDT #6509 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

The Piano Bench

The first time I lifted the seat, I found sheet music - Chopin, ragtime, jazz. A pair of glasses - no idea whose, since no one who lived there wore them. And the payoff: a half-full bottle of Jim Beam.

I never looked inside again. Why would I? I trusted you. You swore you'd stopped drinking.

After you came back that last time, I must have told myself not to look. Was there another bottle stashed there? Did you hide it somewhere else?

My lover, my reason for living, my beloved liar. Was there anything, ever, beyond music and booze?


Amy - Apr 26, 2006 10:29:26 am PDT #6510 of 10001
Because books.

Raq, that was gorgeous.

And Deb, that hits hard. As always.


-t - Apr 26, 2006 10:36:48 am PDT #6511 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Nice one, Raq.

Deb's is too spot on wrt an incident in my own life that I have been thinking about recently for me to say anything other than oof. So, oof.

Wait Room:

It’s the junk room right now, home for all the stuff with nowhere else to go. Bike and wind trainer. Step machine. Free weights. Jump rope. Two heart rate monitors.

I can remember when these were toys, a way to relax and unwind. There was even more, then, but it was active clutter, not dusty junk.

I could get there again, work through the inevitable punishment long years of slack have earned me. Not tomorrow, but eventually. Today, this room chides me with silent accusation.

“At least you aren’t in the attic,” I tell them, and go for a walk.


Typo Boy - Apr 26, 2006 11:10:30 am PDT #6512 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

-t, I like that too. May I suggest a title:

"Wait Room"


-t - Apr 26, 2006 11:24:21 am PDT #6513 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Ha! That's good. (eta:And so I have edited it in)

I forgot to tell you - I really liked your take on vampire hunters. It's a perspective I hadn't thought of, and that's always fun for me.


Beverly - Apr 26, 2006 12:38:46 pm PDT #6514 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

I haven't read everybody's yet, but my eye lit on Raq's, and I just had to say, the last sentence sent a chill up my spine. The hairs on my arms stood to attention.

Whether I liked it or not is irrelevant. It worked.


SailAweigh - Apr 26, 2006 12:43:49 pm PDT #6515 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Really loving all the drabbles this week. I want to mack on all of you guys, bringing the unexpected to them in such wonderful ways.

-t, I don't have a Wait Room, but I've got my Wait Shelf on the entertainment center. It mocks me everytime I pull out Buffy instead of Denise Austin.


Strix - Apr 26, 2006 1:45:44 pm PDT #6516 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

(if anyone wants to see the guy i'm dating, his URL is up in Bitches the next 4 minutes. Totally selfish FYI for those who don't frequent Bitches,)