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I am only a reader and enabler, but I can recall 3 assignments where I had to do an imitation.
I have a BA in English.
In a college "personal Narrative" class we had to imitate on of the authors, but in our own time. I did Sei Shonagan.
In High school, we had to write a parody of The Raven I did a poem on the grocery store at which I worked called "I hate this store" As in Quoth the buyer, "I hate this store!"
In middle school for an Olympics of the mind competition we had to parody and act out a poem. We did "I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me", as " I have a little sister". In the same excercise, we also had to write a play based on a painting come to life.
EDIT: MOVED TO BUFFISTA FIC
Victor? Um, you do know we have a Buffista Fic thread? And that this one is for fic discussion?
Not to stomp on your toes or anything.
Although, Bwah!
Thanks, Consuela. All moved to the proper place. (Just wasn't thinking.)
New chapter of the Ares and Aphrodite story.
Michael Samuelle picked up a copy of Homer's ‘Illiad’* as Nikita wallowed in the promise of creating durable memories with the man she had traveled through time with. However, Michael was more interested in reading about Ares’ ‘bad publicity' than playing ‘nail the goddess’ with his lovely wife. So as Michael’s preoccupied hands wondered the length and breath of the woman’s pliant form, he read in a hush to her.
"…drove the sword against the lower part of Ares' belly wounding the god and tearing his fair flesh, Ares let forth a yell as loud as the war-cry of nine thousand battling men. The Achaeans and Trojans quaked with terror at that appalling cry and like the column of black air that issues from the clouds when a tornado springs up after heat, the Brazen War-god whirled up to heaven in a welter of haze."
The asterisk after "The Iliad" is linked to a footnote that reads:
* I am paraphrasing.
And, for the non-French speaking among us, there are also helpful translations:
Michael smiled a knowing smile for this was the catharsis. “Kita, do you want to go to the sofa? Perhaps it is time to start to right those wrongs you talked about. We need to get snared by your husband’s net and taken in front of the Olympian gods.”
And hand in hand the couple walked over to the sofa where their story had started to unfold and history was about to repeat itself… the components of love and appropriate sexual fantasies and accomplishments were about to be merged by the authors and perhaps the dernier chapitre (last chapter) rewritten by the authors or perhaps here was the first happily ever after.
I'm just ...
It's ...
I have no response for this.
I have no response for this.
Does the smugness come through? Because, for me, that's the worst part.
I did feel condescension from it.
Hee. And from the Smallville side of the spectrum:
Clark was my cock's own personal Dr. Frankenstein.
