And I wonder, what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?

Drusilla ,'Conversations with Dead People'


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


Theodosia - Apr 21, 2004 6:48:41 am PDT #4156 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"

victor, see d) -- which is about owning the characters and thus covers your point.

(Given the number of original fic authors who can't keep characterization and background straight between volumes of their own original series I'm not exactly sure it is 'easier' to write fanfic at all.)


Connie Neil - Apr 21, 2004 7:07:44 am PDT #4157 of 10001
brillig

My inaugeral piece

My father is here. I have a sister here, too. Grandparents, great-grandparents. On the hillside on the other side of the stream are dozens of cousins, great aunts and uncles.

Three hundred years ago they came to these dark, folded hills. Maybe they planted the aged trees they now rest under. Apparently this land looks like the one they left behind in England. Bob-whites and whipoorwills are the loudest sounds in the hollows between the hills; on the hot muggy nights of summer, the crickets drown out everything, and the fireflies glimmer among the leaves.

When I come back, I come back for the land.


deborah grabien - Apr 21, 2004 7:19:33 am PDT #4158 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

And, there you go. A simple, well-written and very evocative piece, Connie. Plus, a total fit with Teppy's theme.

Teppy, BTW, are we allowed/encouraged to suggest themes?


Steph L. - Apr 21, 2004 7:29:39 am PDT #4159 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

By all means -- see question #6.


Connie Neil - Apr 21, 2004 7:29:44 am PDT #4160 of 10001
brillig

crap, this is addictive

The candles are cold, and the crucifix is draped in dark cloth. Lines of the faithful wait prayerfully for their turns in the confessionals.

Despite the sanctity of the day, the tourists still come, chattering and snapping pictures. Many of them catch themselves, lower their voices, put away their cameras in respect for the honest faith present in a place that is more than a listing in a guide book.

I slip into a pew, listen to the whispers echo off the stone, watch the light of Manhattan in the stained glass. The capitals of the pillars are carved with shamrocks.


sumi - Apr 21, 2004 7:32:07 am PDT #4161 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!

Connie that was very nice!

I like your Stonehenge piece too Ginger.


Astarte - Apr 21, 2004 7:34:37 am PDT #4162 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.

Go Connie, Go Connie!!!


deborah grabien - Apr 21, 2004 7:42:14 am PDT #4163 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Teppy, kewl, I'll wait for the comments thing to pop up - I have an idea for a drabble theme.


Steph L. - Apr 21, 2004 7:46:05 am PDT #4164 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Oh, sweetie -- you can just tell me any time. That FAQ-y thing is more for anyone who might happen upon the community and not know what the dealio is.


Beverly - Apr 21, 2004 7:53:28 am PDT #4165 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Teppy, have I told you today how much I love you for making this sweet thing?

connie, those were both lovely, and yes, evocative.