Spike: Heard what happened up top, offing your dad and all. Don't know if you know this, but, uh…I killed my mum. Actually, I'd already killed her, and then she tried to shag me, so I had to-- Wesley: Thank you. I'm…very comforted.

'Lineage'


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.


Typo Boy - Aug 14, 2006 12:11:27 pm PDT #8063 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.

Alternaty

Imagine another turn on wheel of if - one where Ben Franklin was talked into staying in politics after the U.S. won independence - where he rather than John Adams was the second President of the U.S., where the tough and clever wild turkey rather than that fragile carrion eater the bald eagle was chosen as the U.S. national bird.

A world where treaties with American Indians were actually kept, so that escaping slaves had someplace nearer than Canada to run to - a world where the slavery never gained quite as much power as in our own world, and so was abolished decades earlier and more completely.

A world where we never took part in WWI, where we never had the isolationist backlash that produced prohibition, where cars continued to run on alcohol instead of oil.

And the small still voice of common sense in the back of my head says "Do you really think any one change would make that big a difference? Do you really think history forks that simply?"

Followed by the mocking ghost of Hemingway whispering: "Wouldn't it be pretty to think so?"


Deena - Aug 14, 2006 2:51:43 pm PDT #8064 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

Love those, both of them.

Erika, my favorite line: "living on the government’s tiny thread, sticky like a spider’s web". That's a perfect description. I don't really think of you as particularly lyrical, but that one definitely is.

Gar, yours makes me think. I like that. I like the ghost of Hemingway floating after the list of simple changes.


deborah grabien - Aug 14, 2006 3:43:51 pm PDT #8065 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Those were both superb.

Where is our dispenser of drabble topics? Teppy?

And, um, would anyone like to WIP-read the prologue for 7W? Because it's going to Daymond shortly.


erikaj - Aug 14, 2006 3:45:25 pm PDT #8066 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

Ok, Deb. I'm not writing very much right now...I've got time.


deborah grabien - Aug 14, 2006 3:46:04 pm PDT #8067 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Sending.


erikaj - Aug 14, 2006 3:49:25 pm PDT #8068 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

A'ight. Yeah, I think I'm funny.


deborah grabien - Aug 14, 2006 3:57:21 pm PDT #8069 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

I actually use the damned word in there, several times, but without the apostrophe....

Anyway, you have it, and quick feedback, she is my friend.


Gus - Aug 14, 2006 5:52:49 pm PDT #8070 of 10001
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.

DG: I sent you the thing. You don't like my reads, but if you want one from a crusty old cranky fucker, I have got one for 7W.


Steph L. - Aug 14, 2006 6:10:32 pm PDT #8071 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

New drabble topic!

Challenge #119 (advertising) is now closed.

Challenge #120 is foreign languages.

As always, if you have any suggestions for future drabble topics, please let me know!


Gus - Aug 14, 2006 6:39:59 pm PDT #8072 of 10001
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.

Challenge #120 is foreign languages.

She spoke to me. There were sounds. I could only watch her lips.

Her teeth appeared, and disappeared, nipping down on a consonant. The letter 'L' made her philtrum twist in a way that was ... unbearable. The letter 'K' brought the lines of her neck into a perfect symmetry.

She wet her lips at the end of a sentence. Drew a breath, drilled her eyes into mine.

Smiled.

Continued.

I lost all audio. She hooked a stray hair behind her ear.

She could have been asking a question. All I could see was her hand, her hair, her ear.

Her lips.