They are at least nice when they reject you.
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Go, you P-C! Good for you for having the courage to send it out.
Because I have the sort of mind that wants to try.
110 words total, every word in the list if you count "spinner" as a form of spin. Not very good writing.
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Round and softening, the avocado sits sadly in the waste-land of the dinner table. Once laid to classic, elegant perfection, the diners have been and taken their revenge on the innocent foods, and all is lying in chaos; the withered scraps of winter lettuce—she remembers them in the salad spinner, crunchy and fresh—look like deadbeat seaweed, stranded by a cruel ocean.
The thought of clearing up invites procrastination. The gloaming of the evening is awash with anhedonia. She rolls the uneaten avocado, now overripe, and sends it caroming into a bowl decorated with geckos. The dinner is finished, and the guests have wandered off to absorb their revenges.
Way to go, P-C! All fingers crossed.
Great challenge, Steph. I love stuff like this--if I can manage it, I want to get all the words in.
Am-Chau, yours is wonderful--I love how you worked in words in unexpected places, like the bowl "decorated with geckos". Very cool.
Great challenge, Steph. I love stuff like this--if I can manage it, I want to get all the words in.
It is utterly hysterical in my class when we have 20+ random and bizarre words and 10 minutes to use them all in a piece. When we read them out loud, it's better than Last Comic Standing.
Rock on, P-C!!!
It's a little bit like Mad Libs, but backwards.
I was giggling over the "fur pie" story all night.
I was giggling over the "fur pie" story all night.
Oh, you should have seen my class! We were howling with laughter at "furp-ee?"
OK, my favourite part of Am's thing didn't even use the words: "Deadbeat seaweed" makes me deeply happy.
OK, it's not serious or relevant or anything but slashy amusement. Plus, it's longer than 100 words, but they insisted.
"Why am I tied to the bed, Spike? I didn't go to sleep this way."
"You know, pet."
"Oh--is this the revenge for the ..."
"Very good, Xander."
"Oh, eek, help, an evil vampire has me tied to the bed--wait. What's in the box, Spike? Stop smiling like that. Angelus used to smile like that."
"Angelus never thought of this one."
"You remember the first rule, right? Nothing in bed we don't agree on?"
"I didn't start this, love."
"But--"
"You said you wanted Mexican for dinner."
"But--"
"You put guacamole and sour cream on my dick, Xander."
"But--"
"Avocados, Xander. I was green, Xander."
"But--it tasted good, though. And I cleaned it up."
"Hmph. Still, I do have a reputation to maintain."
"... There's a demon on my stomach, Spike."
"'Snot a demon. It's a gecko."
"It's sniffing me, Spike."
"Wait'll you see its tongue."