I'm trying to convince my yahoo to attach. May take a second...
Old trusty soda machine. I push you for root beer, you give me Coke.
Willow ,'End of Days'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
deborah grabien - Aug 15, 2004 10:14:06 am PDT #6055 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Anne W. - Aug 15, 2004 10:15:29 am PDT #6056 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Deb, I posted in Bitches to this effect already, but I'd love to take a look at the new scene.
deborah grabien - Aug 15, 2004 10:24:13 am PDT #6057 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Sent to all from gmail account, since yahoo is being a cow and not letting me attach anything.
Can you let me know if the attachment is, well, attached?
Sophie Max - Aug 15, 2004 10:54:29 am PDT #6058 of 10001
so, hi.
anyone mind if I play too? If there's a handy reference to the rules, feel free to send me to it. I get the topic, and that it's supposed to be short - I think this may be a tad long, I'll try and work on that.
Flight to Fort Good Hope
The pilot seemed too young. The plane seemed too old. The wind bellowed across the airstrip. She tugged up the hood of her parka and followed the pilot across the tarmac.
The plane rose up, and her stomach with it. She pressed her forehead against the window. The Mackenzie River meandered below, choked with ice in chunks, spring break-up only days earlier. If the plane went down, there would be no time to recover, only cold water, icy death.
And then the plane tilted down, ice cubes growing bigger. She stared, imagining her bright red parka adrift among the ice.
And then back up. The pilot looked back and grinned, shrugging an apology.
She reached for the barf bag.
Astarte - Aug 15, 2004 11:06:29 am PDT #6059 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
backflung to the same address, Deb.
dcp - Aug 15, 2004 11:27:56 am PDT #6060 of 10001
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
I like it, Sophie. Try to trim it to 100 words exactly, and see if it's better.
deborah grabien - Aug 15, 2004 11:49:21 am PDT #6061 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Heh. Very nicely done, Sophie, if a bit long for a straight drabble.
Astarte, backflung twice, bebe, and to Anne and Bev as well. I did a small change that I think makes a metric fuckload of difference. Will send.
Sophie Max - Aug 15, 2004 11:59:42 am PDT #6062 of 10001
thanks guys!
I edited to shorten it up. I'm not sure, but I think that does make it better. This drabbling is good writing exercise of exactly the kind I need - I tend to blather without much discipline.
off to do some office type work. thanks!
Deena - Aug 15, 2004 2:15:29 pm PDT #6063 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Anyone available to read a 631 word article on background screening for me? It's due tomorrow and I'm not sure I hit all the salient points with the humor the client's hoping for.
eta: Too tired to wait for a response. I'm just going to hope it's good enough. Night everyone.
Liese S. - Aug 15, 2004 8:52:57 pm PDT #6064 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Bombies
It’s not that there still isn’t clean water. Or that there are no jobs. It’s not that her aunt and uncle cannot work their farm.
It’s not that her brother was killed in the street in front of her house. Or that her father was, thirteen years ago. Or that her niece is dying even now, for lack of simple antibiotics.
It’s that every night she sleeps under a wall embedded with an unexploded bomblet. She watches it with exhausted eyes until she cannot keep awake. And closes her eyes to the death that sleeps above her, one more night.