Aw. Thanks, guys. I don't know why I went there, actually.
Loved Sail and Aimee and Jilli's drabbles, myself.
I'm a single undead gal trying to make it in the big city. I have to start somewhere and they're evil here. They don't judge. They've got necro-tempered glass. No burning up. A great medical plan, and who needs dental more than us?
Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'
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.
Amy - Oct 10, 2006 7:18:14 am PDT #8499 of 10001
Because books.
Connie Neil - Oct 10, 2006 7:31:16 am PDT #8500 of 10001
brillig
I may never look at pie as something simple again.
SailAweigh - Oct 10, 2006 7:43:58 am PDT #8501 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
I liked yours a lot, AmyLiz. For some reason, my mind keeps going to serial killers and pie.
Steph L. - Oct 10, 2006 8:05:39 am PDT #8502 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Steph, did you get an email from me about next week. There's no rush, of course, what with the next week and all, but I just realized I may have sent it to the wrong email.
I did get it, and I was just (mostly) away from the computer all weekend, so I owe a lot of people e-mail.
In any case, I can definitely do the topic next week. Though it will probably help if you can remind me.
And that was the right e-mail addy.
Lee - Oct 10, 2006 8:07:03 am PDT #8503 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Cool. I will remind you.
juliana - Oct 10, 2006 12:30:26 pm PDT #8504 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
My usual dinner - a cup of coffee and a piece of pie, with a square of cheesefood melted over the pie. The coffee tastes like the bottom of a tar pit, quintessential truck-stop coffee.
This is the other side of the American Dream, isn’t it? The endless road trip, criss-crossing the continent with the only constants being the greasy truck-stop food and the tired waitresses in their aprons and comfy shoes. The landscape varies, but the humans stay the same, with only their accents to tell you where you are.
I’m tired, but the road beckons, dragging me on.
sj - Oct 10, 2006 12:31:48 pm PDT #8505 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
These drabbles have all been very good.
Connie Neil - Oct 10, 2006 12:41:46 pm PDT #8506 of 10001
brillig
with only their accents to tell you where you are.
I love that line.
Pix - Oct 10, 2006 2:14:17 pm PDT #8507 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Coffee and Pie
I worked at the diner for five years. Sometimes my whole life seemed like eggs and bacon, coffee and pie. One of the regulars came in every afternoon around 3. His face was weathered and his jeans grubby, but he always tipped well. The coffee was on the counter in front of his stool before he sat down: cream, no sugar. I knew how he liked it. He never said much, just sat at the counter and contemplated his mug. But we had an understanding, he and I. The stool, the coffee, the cream, the tip. A ritual we shared.
Pix - Oct 10, 2006 2:17:54 pm PDT #8508 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Separate post to say I love your drabble, Juliana.
And yes, I'm lame and have not been drabbling in months, but I'm getting back in the game, damn it!