Heh. My problem is sorting through the stories and making clear lines separating them from each other, so that they're true essays and describe the people within them without becoming redundant.
Ten percent of nothing is -- let me do the math here -- nothing into nothing, carry the --
Jayne ,'Serenity'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Allyson - Mar 20, 2008 1:17:02 pm PDT #9933 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Laga - Mar 20, 2008 1:45:45 pm PDT #9934 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I like
All is Their Prize
for the title of a teen resurrection romance.
SailAweigh - Mar 20, 2008 1:54:49 pm PDT #9935 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Sorry, Amy, I posted right before I left for home. I like Ginger's suggestion, Unquiet Grave, best. My own mind keeps going to more poetic flights of fancy. Andrew Marvell's "To His Coy Mistress":
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
It just won't go away. Would you shoot it down for me?
hippocampus - Mar 20, 2008 1:57:43 pm PDT #9936 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
I like Ginger's suggestion, Unquiet Grave,
this
JZ - Mar 20, 2008 2:07:04 pm PDT #9937 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Sail, that's a gorgeous couplet. The only shooting-down I can possibly think of is that Peter S. Beagle already wrote a supernatural/beyond the grave romance called A Fine and Private Place, but it's a pretty long poem and a pretty great novel, so (a) there may be other title-worthy lines, and (b) Amy may be already planning on nodding to Beagle anyway... which makes for a spectacular failure of down-shooting.
Ginger - Mar 20, 2008 3:48:17 pm PDT #9938 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Sail, it reminded me of "To His Coy Mistress" as well, but it has been heavily mined for titles. I played with the idea of something from the last two lines:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
Something like "Make Our Sun Stand Still."
I don't think my favorite lines, the twist the metaphysical poets so loved, would be appropriate.
"[T]hen worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
Laga - Mar 20, 2008 3:51:14 pm PDT #9939 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
ooh how about Worms Shall Try
javachik - Mar 20, 2008 4:17:18 pm PDT #9940 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Sigh.
Peter S. Beagle changed my life with his thin little book about driving mopeds across the States.
SailAweigh - Mar 20, 2008 4:57:57 pm PDT #9941 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Ginger, I thought about those lines, too!
Dusty Virginity
Wormy Lust
Lust to Dust
Amy - Mar 20, 2008 5:28:42 pm PDT #9942 of 10001
Because books.
Lust to Dust! Bwah!
I think (I *think*) I'm going to be a total rebel and call it COLD KISS. My critique group tonight did that collective "ooooh" when I suggested it.