Oh, hell yes. Waaaaaay more of a doorway into that, and way less timid. A lot of the obscuring film is off.
Typo:
forked-tounged
Please to fix.
Bar maid! Bring me stronger ale! And some plump, succulent babies to eat!
Olaf the Troll ,'Showtime'
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 - Oct 01, 2006 6:13:43 pm PDT #8434 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Daisy Jane - Oct 01, 2006 6:21:24 pm PDT #8435 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Thank you ma'am.
erikaj - Oct 01, 2006 6:35:29 pm PDT #8436 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Aw, shucks. Cause I just finished an episode of The Wire, which I love deeply for something that tells me I can't write for shit every week. "Hey, rookie. Gimme quarter."
Daisy Jane - Oct 01, 2006 6:42:46 pm PDT #8437 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
which I love deeply for something that tells me I can't write for shit every week.
Again. Devoured the thread in a week. I beg to differ, and I have proof.
Lee - Oct 01, 2006 7:42:54 pm PDT #8438 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
In preparation for the next drabble topic, give me a word, any word...
P.M. Marc - Oct 01, 2006 7:43:51 pm PDT #8439 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Cosine
Daisy Jane - Oct 01, 2006 7:47:48 pm PDT #8440 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
deb's gonna kill you.
P.M. Marc - Oct 01, 2006 8:05:35 pm PDT #8441 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
But it's a *pretty* word!
§ ita § - Oct 01, 2006 8:18:48 pm PDT #8442 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
You can't see them change. Sometimes you can't see them at all, and wonder where their flexing and releasing went, how it can hide itself so deeply.
But the dress you bought three weeks ago, in a large because medium wouldn't come off past your shoulders without you calling in a friend for help, sticks on your shoulders as you try to get it off. A pull, a twist, and you're saved embarassment.
Extra large? Really?
You look in the mirror again. They look like shoulders. Yours. Nothing more, nothing special.
What a strange lie for a reflection to tell.
deborah grabien - Oct 01, 2006 9:55:32 pm PDT #8443 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
But it's a *pretty* word!
You dropped the "u'". It's supposed to be cousine. All about girly cousins in the banlieus of Paris. Kind of like the old Patty Duke Show, but with a cherchez la femmes feel.
Perkins, do song titles. Pick a song title, your choice, and write a drabble around it.
Alternately, cake.
Or footsteps/footprints.
Or nerves.