P-C, it started in Nilly "The Minearverse: YExpirationDateMV" Mar 11, 2004 9:28:52 am PST
Buffy: A Guide, but no water or food. So it leads me to the sacred place and then a week later it leads you to my bleached bones? Giles: Buffy, really. It takes more than a week to bleach bones.
'Dirty Girls'
The Great Write Way
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Nilly - May 09, 2004 10:06:43 pm PDT #4518 of 10001
Swouncing
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.
deborah grabien - May 10, 2004 7:47:28 am PDT #4526 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Oh, Bev, how lovely.
Beverly - May 10, 2004 7:51:48 am PDT #4527 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
I saw it, you know?
And thanks.