Buffy ,'Potential'
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
It's funny isn't it? The one I slave over, people are "Eh." But something I toss up out of boredom or delirum and people just don't get enough
Yeah, every time I post one and sit back and wait for the applause it gets ignored, and every time I think one is kinda weak, I get praised. Go figure. I'd say I'm no judge of my own writing, except that I'm getting better at predicting how my writers group and critique partners will react.
Items found with the accused:
Single-edged waraxe, non-Legion issue, well kept. Dagger, Legion issue, well kept. Whetstone, Legion issue, extremely worn. Chain shirt, Legion issue, damaged, bloodstained. 5th Legion banner, badly damaged. Squadleader's baton, 3rd year Legion issue, damaged, bloodstained. Amulet of Kulaynas Warfather, slightly worn. Waterskin, Legion issue, partially full. 5th Legion paymaster's chest, broken lock. Nine hundred ninety three silver marks.
For the curious, yes this is the fella with the spear from the earlier one, several years prior.
the contents of the hip pockets of one Richard Shane, hero of my OT
Recipe torn out of Gourmet magazine, with handwritten modifications.
Shopping list: dog biscuits, cilantro, olive oil, coffee filters, fresh chicken breasts, Tabasco (green and red), gun oil.
Keyring with piece of plastic advertising Beaudreau's Coffee & Car Parts in Shreveport, with keys for a Mustang.
Four unidentifed keys on a key ring attached to a spent 7.62mm NATO sniper rifle round casing.
What’s In A Detective’s Purse
I’m not a real detective yet, so you’ll just know what’s in my purse.Kay Howard forgive me, one lipstick, fifties fuck-me red.(Which, if I have any sense I’ll leave home, it’s fricking hot out there, don’t want it to melt all over the secret microfilm...Keyser Sose’s business card, whatever). Quarters. A screw. The Perv’s eyes actually twinkle as he reads this, can you believe that? “What’s his name?” he asks, “If it’s a guy.”
“It’s not a guy,” I say, still trying to be patient. God knows why. Flyer about the Soltstice thing I missed. Feel bad about that, it was kind of a work thing. Fucking Dawes...taking over my life already.
“You know that’s better, right?” he continues, impervious to my lack of attention. You’d never know he’d been the go-to guy for John Does left to the elements.
“What’s better?”
”You screwing not-a-guy. Guys are disgusting. Who should know better? Would your girlfriend object to, uh, art photography?”
I reach in my purse, pull out the offending metal object. “This. It’s from my chair somewhere. Maybe if you’re good, you’ll get to give it Phillips head.”
He laughs. “I appreciate your wanting to fit in away from the Granola Tribe, but that was just sad, not dirty. And you’ll want a socket wrench for that...it’s one of those things from your footpedal.”
”Gee, thanks, Brian. Good catch.” My poor anemic wallet.(Had I misjudged him?)
“That’s okay...I always use the right tool.”(Not quite.)
Four unidentifed keys on a key ring attached to a spent 7.62mm NATO sniper rifle round casing.
And there's Richard, his entire history and where he is, right there. Nice. Gotcher "show" moment, right there.
You’d never know he’d been the go-to guy for John Does left to the elements.
And there's another one, except can I suggest change, for asthaetic purposes only? I read it as "does" the verb for a moment; maybe "for every John Doe left to the elements"?
Thank god for the Internet. I suddenly need to know what kind of ammunition would be used in a sniper rife--and what rifle snipers prefer--and there it is.
I am all about the internet and its resources. Thanks to Beverly Williams and Steve Venus of the Royal Engineers - both thanked in the acknowledgements to Cruel Sister - the "battered Jeep" and "heavy-weight lorries" in the prologue are now an Austin Tilley with a red-painted mudguard and a pair of Morris CWT 8's.
In the cardboard box:
Kristin, I like that!
So do I.
A lot.