Nope, third person, alternating between the protagonists' heads as it seems to suit the story.
Dawn: Any luck? Willow: If you define luck as the absence of success--plenty.
'Touched'
The Great Write Way
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Susan W. - Jul 26, 2004 7:34:13 am PDT #5866 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Steph L. - Jul 26, 2004 8:22:53 am PDT #5867 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
I'm exercising my sloooooooow moderator's privilege to post my shoe drabble today. (This is a true story, AND it's 100 words exactly.)
Daddy's work shoes always sit on the carpet by the door, because he leaves for work before the sun even wakes up, and he doesn't want to make too much noise getting ready. I never get to have breakfast with Daddy, because I get up for school a long time after he leaves. I don't want him to forget about me while he's at work, so I send a little present to work with him every day: each night I sneak into the front hall and put one of my Weebles in the toe of his shoes, as a surprise.
Connie Neil - Jul 26, 2004 8:24:12 am PDT #5868 of 10001
brillig
Is that one of the "Weebles wobble but they don't fall down?"
That's adorable. Did you get your Weebles back?
Steph L. - Jul 26, 2004 8:26:03 am PDT #5869 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Is that one of the "Weebles wobble but they don't fall down?"
Yes, indeed! They were more or less egg-shaped.
That's adorable. Did you get your Weebles back?
Dad would take them out of his shoes and then put them on the kitchen table. He was very tolerant of my shoe defilement.
deborah grabien - Jul 26, 2004 8:31:46 am PDT #5870 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Teppy, that's a charmer.
Steph L. - Jul 26, 2004 11:20:59 am PDT #5871 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
This week's drabble challenge is upon us! This is challenge #16, which makes 4 months of drabbles, which I think is just the bee's knees, as the youth say.
I had to check to see if we'd done this one yet, because my memory is for shit. But we haven't. So....
Challenge #16 is: doors. (The judges will also accept doorways, door frames, and, for Deb only, The Doors.)
You MUST include the word "red" somewhere in the drabble. Bonus points for people who don't feature an actual red door (or the Red Door Salon).
Go drabble, and don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out....
Jesse - Jul 26, 2004 11:50:04 am PDT #5872 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Maybe this time I'll finally finish the drabble that started off with someone opening the door, keys in hand. Then she saw broken glass on the floor.
sj - Jul 26, 2004 11:56:41 am PDT #5873 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Wonderful drabble, Teppy.
erikaj - Jul 26, 2004 12:16:17 pm PDT #5874 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
wrod...I was just glooming up natter, or I'dve said so earlier.
deborah grabien - Jul 26, 2004 12:34:26 pm PDT #5875 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
For Teppy. 100 words precisely.
1970 San Francisco: Backstage
He's got the gyrate thing going on, red leather pants, the tops of his hipbones showing. His hair's moving all over the place. His voice is whiskey and gravel.
"Before you slip into unconsciousness..."
I'm backstage, watching, bemused. I'm there with the other act on the Fillmore poster, local San Francisco. These LA guys, the Doors? Too much. And Morrison? He's hotter than fuck, but reptillian, too. They ought to call him Lizard King.
"...I'd like to have another kiss..."
Suddenly, I get it. Passing thought, of yanking down those leathers, seeing what he's made of.
Light my fire? Uh-huh.