Swouncing is swooning and flouncing, as only Nilly can do.
It's simple. I slap 'em around a bit, torture 'em, make their lives hell...Sure, the nice guys'll run away,but every now and then you'll find a prince like Spike who gets off on it.
Buffy ,'Get It Done'
The Great Write Way
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Deena - May 09, 2004 4:13:13 pm PDT #4516 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Beverly - May 09, 2004 6:37:55 pm PDT #4517 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Bouncing. Swooning and bouncing.
Nilly's coming! Bouncebouncebounce.
I had words. Gone now.
Oh! Notebooks are good for writing in cafes or hotel lobbies or other places where the laptop is not. I have loads of pretty journals, a shelf of filled ones, and at least that many more still blank. I give them away, lots. The last one I wrote in I haven't filled yet, and the first date in it was 2001.
Legal pads, on the other hand, are the bomb. Especially the ones with pastel-colored pages of heavier-weight paper that take fountain pen well.
Nilly - May 09, 2004 10:06:43 pm PDT #4518 of 10001
Swouncing
P-C, it started in Nilly "The Minearverse: YExpirationDateMV" Mar 11, 2004 9:28:52 am PST
Steph L. - May 10, 2004 6:07:47 am PDT #4519 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Monday morning, drabblers (at least in my part of the world), and you know what that means....
Challenge #4 is closed.
Challenge #5 is courtesy of the utterly splendid Nilly: Hands. You know the drill. Please leave your message at the beep.
Go to it.
Beverly - May 10, 2004 6:19:40 am PDT #4520 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Question: There are particular lines from a poem that have sparked/are sparking my drabble thoughts. If I quote them, are they exempt from my word count?
Steph L. - May 10, 2004 6:23:25 am PDT #4521 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Hmmm. Seeing as how I'm not actually counting words and bringing the Smackdown of Drabble Accuracy, I think any outside material you quote (as an epigraph, for example) do NOT count towards word count.
sumi - May 10, 2004 6:31:23 am PDT #4522 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
Oh sure Nilly suggests the "hands" topic. . .
Beverly - May 10, 2004 6:32:52 am PDT #4523 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Thank you!
Steph L. - May 10, 2004 6:38:21 am PDT #4524 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Oh sure Nilly suggests the "hands" topic. . .
Hey! She really DID! I mean, I'm not complaining....
Beverly - May 10, 2004 7:37:44 am PDT #4525 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
"...the network of veins in
your hands changed to the underside
of a leaf."
-"While I May Still Understand"
Annette Allen
Country of Light
When no one is there to see and remember, the leaves shiver, the interwoven strands of vines come alive with purpose, part down the middle of their mass, and fall away to each side, halves of a curtain parted. What sleeps within unfolds, rises to its true height, and stands clad in motley brown and green and gold, crowned in laurel and holly twined with gilt-edged ivy. The hands clasping loosely the edges of its cloak are made of leaves, overlapped and woven, shaped into instruments of use, the leaf-veins grown into sinew and bone.