The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Well, here's a try. I'll let the theme rattle around in my head for a while and try another later.
sand
She could pick things up in quantities of five. That was what five years in inventory control had done for her.
Now it was time. But they only made it to Kansas. They waited there. Brick small-town streets. Good jobs, no more debts. Waited.
She had quit her job a month ago, when the towers fell. Wise, wasn’t it, to leap into uncertainty when the world was falling apart.
Half thought them crazy. Half envied their freedom. But it didn’t matter, because they were getting paid to sit in the desert and play music and hang out with kids. Escaped.
Do I ask people in my essays if they prefer anonymity? Is that the classy thing to do? Is it customary?
when the towers fell
It's like that Star Trek Next Gen episode, "Darmok." A phrase that needs no explanation, that summarizes everything.
for the "escape" drabble
The nurse smiled as she left the exam room. “I just have to get some paperwork. I’ll be right back”.
The woman in the room winced as she sat up, a hand to her ribs. She shouldn’t have come here. The nurse would return with a police officer. They would start asking her their questions, wanting a name, a narrative, a betrayal. She limped across the room and picked up her purse.
They would lecture her about how she didn’t deserve this, how he had no right to do this to her, how she could stand up for herself. They would presume to know her life. They knew nothing.
She reached for the door handle. If she left now, she could escape. Escape the charges being laid, the subpoenas being issued, the meetings with prosecutors, the trial dates and witness warrants.
They would not understand. The door clicked shut behind her.
Two superb drabbles, there.
Do I ask people in my essays if they prefer anonymity? Is that the classy thing to do? Is it customary?
Allyson, I would, even if only on the purely legal basis. Even in published articles, I always felt it was sound practice to ask first; that avoids legal complications, and establishes a sense of trust early on. But that's just my take.
I like present tense. Here is my escape drabble.
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The icy glass sparkles on the bar, drips of condensation carving out elaborate patterns on the frosty surface, decorative windows revealing the amber liquid within. The man behind the glass stares into the patterns, his eyes blank but his mind not yet there. With one fluid motiont, one quick swallow, the whiskey is gone, leaving an empty tumbler and a burning throat as its only proof of ever having existed.
"Get me another double, John" says the man, praying that the next drink will do what this one did not, that the next burning swallow will take him away.
I sent what I think should be the first essay off to ita, who is the subject of it. That felt pretty damn fine.
Go Allyson, with the attempting to publish!
That felt pretty damn fine.
Doesn't it, though? There's a sort of "HOOOO, yeah!" touch to getting something really on its way.
Nova, I like.
I've written about this before, I think.
Freefall
Fractured metal in the grass, the nauseating reek of eucalyptus from a thousand scattered buttons. The universe has collapsed in upon itself, becoming a small hideous ball of screaming and heat and pain and fear.
Above my throat, a line of jagged glass. Before the Caddy was forced from the hill, this was the rear window. At some point, during the shocking tumbling insanity of freefall, the child called Eve was torn from my lap, torn from her jammed useless seatbelt, torn into eternity.
On shattered legs, I escape my presumptive tomb. There will be no escape from the nightmares.