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Steph L. - Aug 02, 2004 4:03:10 pm PDT #5949 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Okay! Sneaky last-minute-ness aside, drabble #16 (doors; red) is closed! For this week's drabble, I have one thought:

I love a parade.

Or so the song would have you believe.

This week's drabble topic is parade(s). Go to it. And please, clean up after the elephants....


deborah grabien - Aug 02, 2004 6:04:49 pm PDT #5950 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Parades?

(blink)

Um...

OK. An odd interpretation, but the only thing that springs to mind at first, although this is giving me another idea:

Place de la Bastille, 14 July 1789

The girl, with dirty face and dirty feet, watches the people go by.

She's young, and rather simple. At first, the shouting and the noise catches and amuses her; so many people, with shovels and pickaxes and guns! She recognises a few as she peers out into the street: there is the baker from Rue Jacques Couer, shaking a plump fist, shouting. A bit later in the stream of people she sees Madame Beziers, who keeps an inn in the Passage du Cheval Blanc.

After a while, the great prison begins to crumble and the parade grows bloody and portentous.


Connie Neil - Aug 02, 2004 7:35:04 pm PDT #5951 of 10001
brillig

You can face the dragons within, and you are not Bluebeard's wife

That is such a cool line.


Steph L. - Aug 03, 2004 6:55:51 am PDT #5952 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

You can face the dragons within, and you are not Bluebeard's wife

That is such a cool line.

Thank you!

Errrr....are people not loving the parade? I could change the topic -- should I?


Connie Neil - Aug 03, 2004 7:04:09 am PDT #5953 of 10001
brillig

No, don't change it! I'm mulling.


Beverly - Aug 03, 2004 7:16:31 am PDT #5954 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

are people not loving the parade? I could change the topic -- should I?

No, mistress. Making it harder just makes us respect you more.

Or something. Nothing wrong with a difficult topic. Theme. Challenge thing.


Connie Neil - Aug 03, 2004 7:21:44 am PDT #5955 of 10001
brillig

What Bev said. Having to work a little makes you a better writer.


Polter-Cow - Aug 03, 2004 7:25:34 am PDT #5956 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

Having to work a little makes you a better writer.

What? Crap. I thought drinking a lot made you a better writer.


Connie Neil - Aug 03, 2004 7:36:56 am PDT #5957 of 10001
brillig

I thought drinking a lot made you a better writer

Ah, you subscribe to the Irish/Hemingway School of Writing.


Nutty - Aug 03, 2004 7:46:06 am PDT #5958 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

Okay. As a valentine to Susan W.'s writing endeavor:

Antigone in Wellington's Army

M'Morran went to parade fully arrayed, with his weapon loaded. The village in Portugal was a league away from anything else: disease had been running wild through the assembled regiment, so it was broken up by company into the countryside. Lieutenant Dickinson had spent the winter talking only to himself and to the Sergeant, and the Sergeant was not much of a conversationalist.

M'Morran went to parade in his Highland red, fresh from an excursion with his village girl. Word was that she would be following, when they set forth back into Spain come warm weather. It was March, and the hares were sure to be mad somewhere, and Lieutenant Dickinson had been watching that girl for a long, long time.

M'Morran went to his execution smartly, with beatific calm. The Sergeant kept the company in order, because no replacement had been assigned for Lieutenant Dickinson.They used the same tree to hang M'Morran and to lash up his body as a warning to the soldiers. The villagers watched from a distance.

The girl tried to cut down the body, later, but someone had posted guards. The Highlanders did not march away till late Spring, and M'Morran was hard to recognize.