These drabbles have all been very good.
We killed a homeless man on this bench. Me and Dru. Those were good times. You know, he begged for mercy, and you know, that only made her bite harder.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
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.
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."
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!
sarameg - Oct 10, 2006 2:23:32 pm PDT #8509 of 10001
This isn't very good, but for some reason is what popped to mind and won't go away
What I Told Them: "I know you were looking forward to blueberry pie, but I discovered too late I didn't have enough ingredients. I hope the crumble will do."
What Really Happened:
"Pie."
"Pie!"
"Pie!!PIE!PIE!!PIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!"
My toddler downed my cup of coffee before my brain could catch on. Pie for breakfast it was. Too early to be on the defensive.
P.M. Marc - Oct 10, 2006 2:39:36 pm PDT #8510 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
sarameg, that cracked me up.
Jesse - Oct 10, 2006 2:42:21 pm PDT #8511 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Just representing a different kind of pie...
My grandmother stands at the stove, slowly cooking the ground pork, adding a mashed potato, some onion, and the spices. She’s making tourtiere, French Canadian pork pie. The recipe she gave me calls for half-teaspoons of cinnamon and cloves, but that’s not nearly enough to get the flavor right. While it’s cooking, she makes the pie crust. After seventy years of baking, she’s got the touch, even though she can’t see well enough to read the recipe any more, and the crust is always perfect. Dinner is the tourtiere with ketchup, a salad, a cup of coffee for my Memere.
SailAweigh - Oct 10, 2006 3:15:09 pm PDT #8512 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Kristin, there's no "getting back in the game"; you never left it. This has been a fun topic to drabble and to follow along with others.
Daisy Jane - Oct 10, 2006 3:19:49 pm PDT #8513 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I think I have an idea for this one finally. Pie and coffee conjures Twin Peaks for me too, and it's hard to get off the brain.
Love everyone's so far!
Lee - Oct 10, 2006 3:23:56 pm PDT #8514 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.