I didn't create the troll. I didn't date the troll. In fact I hate the troll. I helped deflate the troll-- All done.

Willow ,'Potential'


The Great Write Way  

A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.


Astarte - Apr 15, 2004 8:17:21 am PDT #3961 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.

Here's mine. I went for a basic working title.

GWW Challenge#1 4/14/04

"You gonna eat that pickle?"

She started at the sound of his voice. For a minute, she had forgotten where she was. Who she was with.

Why had she ordered that rueben to begin with? Greasy and sloppy-lunch as a metaphor for life-she felt her stomach turn at the prospect of either.

"No, you go ahead."

He didn't need more of an invitation but grabbed her pickle ate it as noisily as he'd disposed of the rest of his own lunch.

She'd always pictured professional killers as neat, tidy men.

Guess it took all kinds.


erikaj - Apr 15, 2004 8:23:08 am PDT #3962 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

Love that. But then hit men are always a good time for me.


Steph L. - Apr 15, 2004 8:24:38 am PDT #3963 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Okay, for those who don't know, this week's non-fanfic drabble challenge (the inaugural one!) is: "Two people are sitting at a table, opposite each other."

Rules, such as they are, are: 100-ish words, non-fanfic. That's it. Anything else is fair game. Any style, any genre, any anything. Fiction, non-fiction, poetry, essay, dialogue only, 9 haikus -- you name it.

Here's mine:

Amor Vincit Omnia*

He carefully carved their initials, enclosed in a lopsided heart, into the heavy oak tabletop. This was "their" bar, where they met, where they went every weekend for the past 2 years. Graduation was 3 weeks away; before they left campus to venture into the real world, he wanted to leave behind proof that they had been there--proof as permanent as their love.

She leaned far over the table toward him, both to watch as their initials became an indelible part of the scarred tabletop, and to block the bartender’s view of their corner. After all, what was a little property damage compared with true love?

One month after graduation, the floor of the bar collapsed because of structural instability, and the city inspector condemned the building.

*(For those who don't know Latin, the title is that well-worn platitude: "Love Conquers All.")


erikaj - Apr 15, 2004 8:29:31 am PDT #3964 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

No, Teppy, not dialogue only, not for Dialogue's Bitch...ok, I guess it's up to me to be the adult and not always eat the candy.


Astarte - Apr 15, 2004 8:34:27 am PDT #3965 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.

No such thing as Too. Much. Erika. Dialogue.

IJS. Or is that enabling?


erikaj - Apr 15, 2004 8:38:11 am PDT #3966 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

It's kind of enabling, yeah. But thanks...I sometimes feel that my ear makes my characters (or Fontana's, damn him) into Futurama heads in a jar.


Beverly - Apr 15, 2004 8:41:58 am PDT #3967 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

This hasn't been posted to LJ yet. In a minute.

No title

He leaned forward, just a bit tilted toward her, as he held up the next card. She slouched in the chair opposite his, shoulders slumped in the overlarge jacket, one jeans-clad knee bouncing to a fast syncopated beat. She met his eyes, didn't even glance at the back of the card.

"Cylinder."

His heart gave a little leap, beat a notch faster. The fourth one out of five right. He hoped his face didn't give his excitement away as he reached for the next card.


erikaj - Apr 15, 2004 8:45:52 am PDT #3968 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

She's taking a psychic test, isn't she?


Nilly - Apr 15, 2004 8:47:28 am PDT #3969 of 10001
Swouncing

Not to disturb you guys, but as someone who will probably not be able to join, but really loves reading what's posted here, I'm glad that you're not leaving all of it out of this thread. I love to read what you come up with.


Beverly - Apr 15, 2004 8:49:36 am PDT #3970 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Ayup.