Oy. At some point, something in a topic will resonate with me again. Not right now, though. Right now, anything I tried to write on this would feel like a writing class exercise. No resonance, alas.

Ah well. I've got enough writing to get done with deadline gun at my head; I'll sit back and just read, for a change.

Challenge #128 is a cup of coffee and a piece of pie.

I have this overwhelming urge to write a Twin Peaks drabble.

And yet, these aren't fic drabbles.

(Actually, I don't have a drabble in mind, other than the connection between Twin Peaks and coffee + pie. I just needed to point it out. Mmmm....pie....)

And yet, these aren't fic drabbles.

Nope, but I have an urge to write a Supernatural drabble around the topic.

Mebbe we could bend the rules, just for a week?

Oh, the people being sucked in by the SPN fandom....

(I can't cope with creepy shit, much like the way I can't cope with medical dramas -- if I watch them, I have a complete nervous breakdown. So SPN is not in my future, alas.)

With Pie

Dark and rich, I breathe in the aroma of the coffee in my cup. Out my window I can see the quilt of turned leaves that covers the ground and piles up against the coop in the backyard. A basket of apples sits on the balcony, keeping crisp in the cool air of the autumn afternoon. Later tonight, I’ll peel them, pile them high with a flurry of butter shavings before I put the crust on. I’ll surround myself with the sounds and smells of the last of the season. But, first, I take my axe in hand. It’s time.

Spooooky, Sail.

first, I take my axe in hand. It’s time.

to go hunt down demons?

(sorry, still stuck on SPN.)

Mebbe we could bend the rules, just for a week?

Bend how? By making it fic?

Better to apologize than ask permission.