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.
...burning baby fish swimming all round your head.
Drusilla ,'Conversations with Dead People'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
erikaj - Apr 15, 2004 8:38:11 am PDT #3966 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
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.
deborah grabien - Apr 15, 2004 8:50:45 am PDT #3971 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Nilly! (blowing kiss and waving wildly)
Bev, I love that. Shades of Theodora in Haunting of Hill House!
erikaj - Apr 15, 2004 8:50:52 am PDT #3972 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
OK, Nilly,twist my arm...
They’ve talked for months, but this is the first time they’ve met. He’s taller than his picture; she’s shorter than hers. She tries not to talk with her hands like usual and tries to keep them folded neatly on the table, but the first five minutes are quiet, and she picks at the nail polish on her thumb that looks like Australia. For a minute, facing each other feels like being naked or having amnesia. She thinks they both wish they had their keyboards back. But they have a decent time, and they both smell nice. He pecks her cheek. “Is it me or do we have no chemistry at all?” she asks. Maybe she will e-mail him later and talk to him about it.
Lyra Jane - Apr 15, 2004 8:58:46 am PDT #3973 of 10001
Up with the sun
Nilly, you know LiveJournal is free and open now, right? Just go to Livejournal.com to register.
Beverly - Apr 15, 2004 9:00:11 am PDT #3974 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
It was the only thing I could think of that wasn't meal-related. And the writing was too close to your first one. Two people across a table. What else?
Nilly - Apr 15, 2004 9:03:08 am PDT #3975 of 10001
Swouncing
t Waves back
twist my arm...
Oh, yeah, I'm bad t /Willow Loved it, by the way, especially because
She tries not to talk with her hands like usual and tries to keep them folded neatly on the table
Is precisely me on a blind date.
Thanks, LJ - if I start reading there, knowing me, it'll be too hard to stop at just this one, I'll want to know what y'all are writing, wander around and read more, and I simply can't afford the time, so I just don't let myself start.