A'ight. Yeah, I think I'm funny.
Willow ,'Conversations with Dead People'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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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.
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.
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!
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.
Gus, MAJORLY cool drabble.
But the synopsis hasn't got to my email yet.
Yup. It is sitting in my "returned" box, 'cuz I fat-fingered the address. Here she goes...
Nope. No luck, Gus - still not in my email box, and it isn't in my spam filter folder, either. It just isn't here, period.
Missionaries
"Good morning."
They stand on my doorstep, brimming with what some people would call enthusiasm. But I'm seeing zeal, which isn't so nice. Zeal has a habit of hardening into something uglier.
"...here to spread the Word...."
Guys, diseases are spread. Words are shared.
"...tell you about God."
Their combined ages don't add up to mine. Do they realise how thoughtless they're being, how insulting? No: they're from a mission. They're on a mission.
I tell them no thanks, and send them on their way. Communication is so far away from us, they might as well be speaking in tongues.
I blame Homeland Security.
Guys, diseases are spread. Words are shared.
Bang on, DG!
Makes me want to re-wire my doorbell so that whoever pushes it gets a message from God.