song silence movement casualty emergency power
I'm going to see to Wesley, see if he's still whimpering.
Giles ,'Chosen'
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 02, 2006 8:39:48 am PDT #8452 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Typo Boy - Oct 02, 2006 8:40:10 am PDT #8453 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.
mulligatawny, bungalow, seersucker,chintz.
Topic!Cindy - Oct 02, 2006 8:40:35 am PDT #8454 of 10001
What is even happening?
bad
Ginger - Oct 02, 2006 8:42:36 am PDT #8455 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
avocado deadline sleep
There are also the words from recent spam subject lines:
nigeria They envy you thumbnail
snail mail blood donor
dork grenade
Lee - Oct 02, 2006 8:43:34 am PDT #8456 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
YAY for words. I'm going to have to save some of these for next time, and maybe the time after that.
Connie Neil - Oct 02, 2006 9:10:45 am PDT #8457 of 10001
brillig
voodoo
Daisy Jane - Oct 02, 2006 10:04:17 am PDT #8458 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
They envy you thumbnail
In love with this one. I'm picturing an attatchment with a picture of people glaring with jealousy into the camera. Random people, not really anyone you'd know, just something to let you know your life is worth envying.
Lee - Oct 02, 2006 10:25:40 am PDT #8459 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Challenge #126 (muscles) is now closed.
Challenge #127 is a list challenge. Use at least three words from the list below to write a drabble on your choice of topics. (If no topic jumps out at you, how about one of the other words suggested, such as seersucker or silence or Nigeria?)
cake
calendar
cosine
fiat
filet
glimmer
gravel
intaglio
moon
movement
mulligatawny
narcissism
thumbnail
voodoo
weary
erikaj - Oct 03, 2006 6:52:42 pm PDT #8460 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Looking at this, I wonder what I could write if I were ever truly happy, but it looks like I won't have to worry about that just now
Her birthday happiness lasted just slightly longer than the cake. As soon as the plates were washed it seemed that she hadn’t changed at all with the calendar flip but was in the exact same place, without movement or a glimmer of...whatever it is that people enjoy about life. And she was having those dreams again. In math, being asked to find cosine of some huge number, maybe half-naked while the men in the class said they’d give her breasts a five, but her overall body a three because her hips were so big. It was true, her thirties were a whole new ballgame.
Daisy Jane - Oct 03, 2006 7:19:45 pm PDT #8461 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
My first go at this.
Kingfish
They accused you of being a dictator, Julius Caesar by way of Winn Parish. They said it was your narcissism and rule by fiat that killed you. I think if you were their crook, if you'd spun the sweat of our brows into more gold for them instead of turning swamp and gravel to roads and bridges, you'd have retired to the calm life you said you craved.
I went to the capitol and fingered the holes where the bullets passed through you and into the cold marble. It was your ideas that killed you, "Every man a king, but no man wears a crown." You spoke of a time when "the powerful will be elated by the well being of all, rather than through their greed."
Now, I see our people dispersed, suffering in the face of indifferent and greedy power. I remember how I felt that tiny space that still may contain some of my kinsman's blood, and repeat your last words, "Don't let me die, I still have got so much to do."