Wherefore est the new drabble topic? (sniff)
Travers: Perhaps you'll favor us with a demonstration while we're here. Buffy: You mean, like, right now? 'Cause, already had my recommended daily dose of fights tonight.
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A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Gris - May 24, 2004 5:05:23 pm PDT #4783 of 10001
Hey. New board.
Steph L. - May 24, 2004 5:12:13 pm PDT #4784 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Sorry! I am F2F-lagged, and didn't even think of it!
Let's see....I'ma go with a scene again, like the first one (that was 2 people at a table). This week's drabble challenge (challenge #7) is this: two people -- one is lying down and one is standing. That's it. Drabble it. Anything goes.
Gris - May 24, 2004 11:48:55 pm PDT #4785 of 10001
Hey. New board.
Quite all right, Teppy, F2F lag is an understandable excuse.
I think this topic may result in much porniness. I am looking forward to it. I think I shall not write any porny drabbles, however.
dcp - May 25, 2004 12:02:13 am PDT #4786 of 10001
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
Give it a shot, NovaChild. Or at least something cheerful. All I can come up with is sad and gloomy, and I'm afraid to post it for fear of ruining everybody's start.
Gris - May 25, 2004 1:02:54 am PDT #4787 of 10001
Hey. New board.
Cheerful. Not in any way dark and serious. Okay. Ummm....
This is so off the top of my head it hurts. No serious thought put into it.
"Come here," she wheedled him from the bed, "I'm tired of watching you pace around."
He turned and flashed his cute distracted smile. "Not yet. I'm still thinking. I bet, if we got..."
"Come on!" she insisted. "Think about our bedroom decorations later. Right now, I want you to focus on ME. Not wallpaper, not furniture, but ME. Your WIFE."
He laughed, and crossed to the bed. "All right," he said, "you win. I'll come to bed." He leaned down, briefly, to kiss her forehead, then straightened up and flipped off the light.
"Damned straight you will," she teased, victorious.
deborah grabien - May 25, 2004 6:56:22 am PDT #4788 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Teppy, nice scene.
Will do my damnedest to get one in.
Pix - May 25, 2004 7:10:08 am PDT #4789 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
Deb autographed Weaver for me. It made me really happy.
§ ita § - May 25, 2004 8:37:12 am PDT #4790 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
She prodded his leg with her foot. All the things she was supposed to do were listing themselves in her head, but she pushed them aside for the moment and looked down. She nudged his shoulder, harder. He flopped onto his back with a dull thud. A thud and a twitch.
She frowned slowly, and fired another bullet, this time into his head.
A final twitch.
She shrugged, dropping the gun from her gloved hand onto his chest and reaching down to grab his ankles. Not too bad for the first time, considering.
She'd get it down pat soon enough.
Polter-Cow - May 25, 2004 10:43:53 am PDT #4791 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Wow. Yikes. That's...dude.
Turn that into a story.
erikaj - May 25, 2004 11:10:11 am PDT #4792 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
More hearts and flowers from me...just one affirming drabble after another. It scares me that this was my first thought, but it's the beginning of one of my WIPs. But, yes, I did quit therapy? How'd you know?
Oh, God, he was dead. Just lying there, dead. Cheryl had gotten up, to rest her knees, and he had leaned back, gasping.Now it was too quiet. ”Henry, you don’t look... I told you trying to do this in the park was stupid. I thought it was women who read the stupid articles and went off half-coc...sorry. What am I saying?”Cheryl’s heart hammered in her chest. Please, let him not be dead. She put her mouth on his, and crazily thought it wasn’t that much different from this morning.”Come on, breathe, damn it.” She said, even halfway knowing it was too late.