Yeah, I kinda failed. It was a parent/child thing. A boring debate, absent of any real import, that suddenly becomes a huge emotional break but not for the content of the original debate. Oh well, I don't attempt to make my living at this.
Giles: I'm sure we're all perfectly safe. Dawn: We're safe. Right. And Spike built a robot Buffy to play checkers with. Tara: It sounded convincing when I thought it.
'Dirty Girls'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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sarameg - Feb 14, 2008 5:10:56 pm PST #9770 of 10001
SailAweigh - Feb 14, 2008 5:12:49 pm PST #9771 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
sarameg, it worked for me. Maybe because it's one of the reasons my ex is my ex.
sarameg - Feb 14, 2008 5:18:41 pm PST #9772 of 10001
I suspect it is something that like sees like when I'm not really clear. In my case (yeah, that was autobio) it was me & my dad when I was an early teen. I'm over it in the sense that I love him dearly, faults and all, and CAN love him faults and all. But it was a rude awakening at the time and probably a harsh and early wake up. It was .. harsh. And shocking.
Amy - Feb 14, 2008 5:30:11 pm PST #9773 of 10001
Because books.
Sara, for what it's worth, I totally got it. Nice job.
Scrappy - Feb 14, 2008 6:37:35 pm PST #9774 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
I got it, and haven't had the experience. The opposite, in fact--I had two younger brothers and they would do stuff like that (and worse) during arguments all the time, but my parents would listen to my side. My mom was a state debate champion, so she always fell for a good argument.
hippocampus - Feb 14, 2008 7:15:04 pm PST #9775 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
Sara, for what it's worth, I totally got it. Nice job.
ditto. I can see where the words doubled back on themselves, but that kind of echoed the qualities of a frustrating argument, for me.
Typo Boy - Feb 14, 2008 8:10:56 pm PST #9776 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Yeah, my not getting it may have been due to the reader rather than the writer. We all have stupid moments; I hope mine are not too frequent, but not understanding what was going on was probably one of mine.
Lee - Feb 17, 2008 5:10:36 am PST #9777 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
The parting shot challenge is now closed.
This week's prompt is bells and whistles.
Amy - Feb 18, 2008 9:03:25 am PST #9778 of 10001
Because books.
Bells and whistles
It’s dented in a couple places, the back fender striped with rust. The black paint gives way to dull gray primer on the driver’s side door. The backseat’s upholstery is held together with duct tape in two places.
“Give it a try?” her father says, handing over a pair of keys on a simple ring.
She slides in, turns the key. The engine rumbles to life with a satisfying growl, runs smooth.
“No bells and whistles.” Her father is looking at his shoes.
She puts a hand on the dash, smiles. The steady vibration hums through her. “Doesn’t need any.”
Beverly - Feb 18, 2008 10:57:41 am PST #9779 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
His new command. The navy was trusting him with a ship again, despite the fact that his last one now lay lost and broken, scattered across the bottom of the sea. He supposed getting all but four of his crewmen off alive before she sank made up for the loss of her, at least in Uncle Sam's eyes. The faces of the four lingered behind his own, though.
He stepped out of the car, squared his shoulders, stepped up to the gangplank. The bell on deck rang the hour, and as he reached the ship's rail they piped him aboard.