Oh Deb.
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Now we're saving a vampire from vampires. I got two words for that -- Nuh and uh.
Gunn ,'Underneath'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Pix - Apr 28, 2004 6:24:13 am PDT #4259 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
deborah grabien - Apr 28, 2004 6:29:01 am PDT #4260 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Kristin, she wasn't mine - I was seventeen. She was my three-year-old goddaughter. We were forced off the road by a drunk driver in a "borrowed" car (he had no license). The area's simply gorgeous, West Marin, Stinson Beach, Bolinas, Muir Beach.
But I no longer travel those roads, either as a passenger or as a driver. Never got over my terror of cliffs.
Pix - Apr 28, 2004 6:31:49 am PDT #4261 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
No matter who she was, it is a very painful, poignant memory to have to bear (though I'm selfishly, for you, glad she wasn't your actual child). Cliff roads scare the hell out of me too, but for much less reason.
So what are the drabble rules, anyway? I'd like to play.
Nilly - Apr 28, 2004 6:34:02 am PDT #4262 of 10001
Swouncing
Ginger - Apr 28, 2004 7:29:06 am PDT #4263 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Drabble #3: Sense Memory
I am pulling false strawberries and violets, twin curses of shade and neglect. As I throw the plants into the wheelbarrow, I see the red berries against the plants, linked by their tenacious runners. I know the berries have no taste. I have eaten them before. For a moment, I hear the creak of chains on the swing and smell the damp, slightly oily smell from the coal cellar. I see the wire clothesline and then a flash of siding, dry rot bubbling through the paint, drips upon drips, rounding the edges of the boards.
I have my grandmother's backyard.
Polter-Cow - Apr 28, 2004 8:00:22 am PDT #4264 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
I really like that last line. I read it like "I have my father's eyes."
deborah grabien - Apr 28, 2004 8:02:50 am PDT #4265 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
The entire picture is stunning. I love the "oh, man, this stuff growing won't taste like anything" understanding.
erikaj - Apr 28, 2004 11:19:59 am PDT #4266 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
This isn't good, I don't think, but it's what first came to mind.
I can’t drink Mountain Dew anymore. Not that it’s a big loss, being that it’s fake citrus and some kind of electric chartreuse you don’t find in nature. But I don’t drink it because it’s his drink. The man who gave me the first kisses I could tell the world about. They tasted like coffee with that stupid soda’s weird aftertaste. He drank so much of it that when I smell it in the mall I think of him. Not because it’s a bad memory but because it takes years off my life. Both the good ones and the bad ones. I can’t take it.
Beverly - Apr 28, 2004 11:22:53 am PDT #4267 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Very visceral, erika, I like it. I don't like him a lot, but I like the piece.
Also? Want to name a band Electric Chartreuse.
erikaj - Apr 28, 2004 11:27:05 am PDT #4268 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Well, it was either that or, you know, sinus green. For once propriety carried the day.