They are all cool, in so many different ways. The best thing about drabble challenges is the range of responses to a single topic.(And how weird is it that I'd already written something with so much stomach in it?)
Xander: We just saw the zebras mating! Thank you, very exciting... Willow: It was like the Heimlich, with stripes!
'Him'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
erikaj - Aug 19, 2004 8:04:49 am PDT #6104 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
deborah grabien - Aug 19, 2004 8:59:22 am PDT #6105 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Scars
"Show me."
He looks at me, brown eyes guarded in a too-thin face. The marks of long illness are visible, if you know what you're looking for.
"Please?"
"Why do you want to see them?" His trusts me, and with damned good reason. I've never seen him naked, but I want to, I want to.
Impatient, I reach out and open his shirt. The scars are blue, crisscrossing his abdomen; two kidney operations, a heart surgery.
I kneel, touching my tongue to his scars. He touches the top of my head, as I kiss his belly, his scars, his survival.
(and yes, autobiographical)
ChiKat - Aug 19, 2004 9:02:07 am PDT #6106 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Geez, deb. You're makin' me cry.
This?
his scars, his survival
Is exactly how I view my huge neck scar. And why I dig it.
deborah grabien - Aug 19, 2004 9:08:08 am PDT #6107 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
It really took some doing, to make him understand that I thought his scars were beautiful.
erikaj - Aug 19, 2004 9:27:38 am PDT #6108 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I've written that into scenes myself, before.
erikaj - Aug 19, 2004 9:35:26 am PDT #6109 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Does it ever stop feeling like fic? Cause now, I'm not straight-up ficcing as such, but it feels like I'm ficcing different people now. Lehane, David Simon, Sue Grafton, well, it still feels like doing impressions.Maybe I have to keep it that way to avoid that "What if I clutch and my dreams crash and burn?" thing.
Liese S. - Aug 19, 2004 3:18:21 pm PDT #6110 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Yup, "desserts" was wordplay. Words are fun to play with.
And everyone's doing great stuff.
Gris - Aug 20, 2004 12:03:49 pm PDT #6111 of 10001
Hey. New board.
I pace the hallways, back and forth, my dress shoes scuffing the tiled school floor. Rehearse the words I know so well, the phrases I wrote to interest, to impress.
The student before me leaves the room, relieved to be done but annoyed at his gaffs.
A sneak peek in the window, to look at the judges, judging my predecessor as they will judge me.
I shiver. I moan. I wait.
The door opens, "We're ready when you are," and the butterfies in my stomach threaten to escape out my mouth as I smile, shake hands, and prepare to speak.
Susan W. - Aug 20, 2004 5:50:45 pm PDT #6112 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
I just got my first form rejection letter (from an agent). It hurts a lot more than the personalized kind.
Liese S. - Aug 20, 2004 5:53:07 pm PDT #6113 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Aww, Susan. Sorry to hear it.