::Wild applause!::
Hey, man, where are my pants? I have my hippo dignity!
Oz ,'Bring On The Night'
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.
Beverly - Sep 02, 2007 8:18:12 pm PDT #9324 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
-t - Sep 02, 2007 9:30:04 pm PDT #9325 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Mmm, lovely
Deena - Sep 03, 2007 6:31:40 am PDT #9326 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
I couldn't get it under 100 words, but I like it. Thanks guys.
Laga - Sep 03, 2007 9:43:12 am PDT #9327 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
It's got that certain something something. The character is tangible. I feel like- if the narrator walked in the room I would recognize them.
Amy - Sep 03, 2007 11:44:49 am PDT #9328 of 10001
Because books.
Deena, that's lovely and incredibly evocative. Write more, please!
I never ride the bus. I realize this shouldn't stop me writing a drabble about it, but.
SailAweigh - Sep 03, 2007 1:25:07 pm PDT #9329 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
What AmyLiz said. I think the last time I rode a bus was about 10 years ago, because my car was parked in. Otherwise, I wouldn't have.
That was absolutely lovely, Deena.
Deena - Sep 03, 2007 2:26:36 pm PDT #9330 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Thanks guys. I really hope someone keeps giving drabble prompts because I can never think of anything to write until I see it. Sometimes I still can't think of anything, but at least it's more likely that something will float up.
DebetEsse - Sep 03, 2007 2:36:37 pm PDT #9331 of 10001
Woe to the fucking wicked.
If I may try my hand at a prompt?
The day off.
Liese S. - Sep 03, 2007 2:40:11 pm PDT #9332 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
with dreams come responsibilities
In larger towns, the bus is filled with young professionals, working mothers, folks on their way to the courthouse. But in mine, only the destitute ride. It doesn't go far enough to be hip, or often enough to be convenient. But this is not a walkable town, so if you can't afford a car, it's your only choice.
But I am stubborn in my ideals. I grip my little green ten-ride ticket, seven holes already punched, and ride my way to a cleaner future, one where you can still breathe the mountain air. I ride, and dream of better days.
sarameg - Sep 03, 2007 3:34:02 pm PDT #9333 of 10001
The summer of my eleventh year brought a bus line to my town. For twenty-five cents, we fell in love and bought our freedom, squandering it as only 11 year olds can. No longer a 30 minute hike from Albertsons lugging our precious melting cargo, we could ride to Skaggs and buy ill-advised amounts of candy and soda in air conditioned comfort. We could go alone to the Mall to buy sparkly unending fads and eat ourselves sick on Dairy Queen. We could just ride around the city, bored out of our gourds, aspiring to sophistication.
Our affair ended with that little rectangle of laminated photopaper bearing our face, 4 years later.