Wind.
I happen to be very biteable, pal. I'm moist and delicious.
Xander ,'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.
Rick - Jan 30, 2008 7:43:18 am PST #9712 of 10001
Connie Neil - Jan 30, 2008 7:46:05 am PST #9713 of 10001
brillig
500kv transmission line
"I need my powers! Where's a power substation?"
Amy - Jan 30, 2008 7:47:54 am PST #9714 of 10001
Because books.
Water. There's a whole baptism thing there.
Dana - Jan 30, 2008 7:49:20 am PST #9715 of 10001
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
Sunlight! Photosynthesis!
Miracleman - Jan 30, 2008 8:06:30 am PST #9716 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
These are all great.
I just have to pick a satisfying one and then figure out how to make it look awesome as a superhero symbol.
Liese S. - Jan 30, 2008 4:23:42 pm PST #9717 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Gather the following:
1 final inspection
1 certificate of occupancy
1 set bank paperwork
2 each subcontractors, sound system and appliance repair
Add in, slowly,
56 boxes (and counting)
various flavors of thrift store furniture
one million pieces of unsorted paper
new linens and furniture, gradually
Prepare by,
cleaning windows with solvent
scraping off drywall mud
painting and finishing trim
mopping, sweeping and mopping again
Add heat in the form of:
fever, one serious cold
pressure, two jobs
Stir well. Let sit.
After an indeterminate time, you will have one new home.
I'm not moved yet. But I'm almost there.
Amy - Jan 31, 2008 5:01:44 am PST #9718 of 10001
Because books.
Deena, that was painful and perfect.
Liese, I love yours! Recipes are a cool conceit when they're done well.
Lee - Feb 03, 2008 5:45:46 am PST #9719 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
All of these were great!
The Almost there challenge is now closed.
This week's prompt is Cookie Jar.
SailAweigh - Feb 03, 2008 6:03:41 am PST #9720 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Winter Wonderland
She tugged the collar of her coat up tighter under her chin, the cloche farther down over her ears. Eyes squinting against the wind, she wiped the tears off her cheeks. This winter was beating all winters for records: record number of subzero days, record snow fall, record flooding of the rivers south of town. While she waited, she imagined the fireplace roaring at her parent's house, hot chocolate in hand, warm, toasty, loved. Looking up when she heard footsteps coming down the sidewalk, she toed the penguin shaped cookie jar a little farther out.
"Got any spare change, buddy?"
hippocampus - Feb 05, 2008 8:38:29 am PST #9721 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
She considers her options before plunging in. She hangs weightless in the ether. There are beautiful things to be had. Worlds to create. Realtime, there are lights flashing, buzzes buzzing. They go on flashing and buzzing, ignored.
She has potential. Possibilities. To select is to begin. Selection also marks an ending, of potential. So she waits and considers. She is still considering when her laptop battery starts to run out, and she promises she will return to take on the cookie jar.
(that is to say, keep doing these - they're great.)