Place and people, too. I may need to send Teppy the dessert of her choice, or bring it along to DC.
Mal: So we run. Nandi: I understand, Captain Reynolds. You have your people to think of, same as me. And this ain't your fight. Mal: Don't believe you do understand, Nandi. I said 'we run'. We.
'Heart Of Gold'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
deborah grabien - Apr 19, 2004 7:01:57 pm PDT #4086 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Deena - Apr 19, 2004 7:14:47 pm PDT #4087 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Oh, ita... that one sends shivers.
Ya'll are amazing.
Tep, I think I'll try that tomorrow when I'm a little more alert. Gonna go to bed now. Thanks for the suggestion.
Beverly - Apr 19, 2004 7:16:55 pm PDT #4088 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Oh ita, ouch.
Astarte - Apr 19, 2004 7:25:01 pm PDT #4089 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
This here's some good writing being drabbled out.
Y'all are knocking my sox off.
Steph, inspired idea. You're a goddess.
Astarte - Apr 19, 2004 7:26:05 pm PDT #4090 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
GWW Challenge 2
It's quiet here. Not unexpected, the silence of the grave being axiomatic.
The tang of the sea breezed in to her from a scant five blocks away. Then again, the ocean was never far away here. The scent of the wet grass and newly turned earth made death quite the fatale. Appropriate for an island built on the bones of the meteorologically unlucky.
The car doors bitchslapped the peace. Mama Z headed straight for her. Her purposeful stride might have been convincing if the rain softened ground forgave her heels an inch higher than her weight would bear.
Face off.
victor infante - Apr 19, 2004 7:26:17 pm PDT #4091 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
Spring is in the air around here, isn't it? (:
Good stuff on the drabbles. Enjoying them muchly.
Took everyone's advice on "Talking About the Weather,"and sent it on to the anthology editor with a few minor corrections. We'll see.
deborah grabien - Apr 19, 2004 7:28:30 pm PDT #4092 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Victor, you're a wise man.
Astarte, whoa....
Hil R. - Apr 19, 2004 7:30:49 pm PDT #4093 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Ouch, ita.
Not sure about this next one. I kept editing, and it kind of didn't end up like I thought it would.
He’s sitting in his usual corner, wearing his usual suspenders, his white hair held in its perpetual Bryl-Creamed wave. You give your order to the kid behind the counter – one cheese pie, one pepperoni. You grab a soda from the case and wait at a table, drumming your fingers on the checked tablecloth.
The door opens. Another umbrella in the rack, and a trail of wet footprints to the back corner. The rhythm of their voices carries, but not the words. They leave, the old man shuffling through the wet tracks. The kid comes to the front. Your order’s ready.
deborah grabien - Apr 19, 2004 7:43:26 pm PDT #4094 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
OK, is anyone here capable of not writing a brilliant drabble in this week's theme?
victor infante - Apr 19, 2004 7:44:42 pm PDT #4095 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
OK, is anyone here capable of not writing a brilliant drabble in this week's theme?
Dunno. What exactly is the theme?