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.
Angel: You know, I killed my actual dad. It was one of the first things I did when I became a vampire. Wesley: I hardly see how that's the same situation. Angel: Yeah. I didn't really think that one through.
'Lineage'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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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
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.
SailAweigh - Oct 10, 2006 8:22:09 pm PDT #8515 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
I warned you, I had a thing for serial killers today.
Getting the Axe*
All I could think as Tom’s headless body came flying out the pot was, “Damn, this fucker just won’t die.” I’d cut off his head, hung him by his heels and left him to bleed out. So I thought. Instead, there I was, chasing him around the kitchen, desperate to catch him. He belonged in that pan so I could roast him to a crispy delight. Not only that, but his half-plucked feathers had scattered all over the kitchen, knocking over my coffee and landing in the bowl of sliced apples. So much for my Thanksgiving ritual sacrifice, with pie.
erikaj - Oct 11, 2006 12:26:16 pm PDT #8516 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
The couple talked over the latest movie they’d seen as Claire dished up the pie and ice cream. “It was a fine movie,” the husband said, “but I didn’t believe the ending.” George was a writer and tended to pause as if waiting for his audience to catch up.
“Really? Of course with a lead like Helen Mirren, what’s not to believe?” Claire tended to take her beloved’s tangents with a few grains of salt to keep peace in the house. She just didn’t feel anything as seriously as he seemed to, anyway.
“Well, women don’t have that kind of killer instinct.”
”Well, okay, maybe not with a golf club. But there are plenty of...homely ways to do someone in.”
She says this lightly, but is hurt when he declines another slice of pie.
Beverly - Oct 11, 2006 1:32:38 pm PDT #8517 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
ooo, erika. I'd change one word. Hurt to disappointed in the last line--it's more telling.
Or am I reading something in you didn't intend? Again?
SailAweigh - Oct 11, 2006 1:36:41 pm PDT #8518 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
If you are, then I am, too, Bev. I'm surprised at how many of these drabbles have taken a dark turn. I'm enjoying the heck out of them.
Zenkitty - Oct 12, 2006 4:03:01 am PDT #8519 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
NaNoWriMo has opened.
I'm scared.
Topic!Cindy - Oct 12, 2006 5:28:51 am PDT #8520 of 10001
What is even happening?
But it's not No yet. It's still just O. They should call it NaOWriMo, for the nonce.
DebetEsse - Oct 12, 2006 5:41:40 am PDT #8521 of 10001
Woe to the fucking wicked.
It doesn't stand for November. It stands for Novel.