I have clumsy irrelevant bruises on my knees
I love that line right there. Clumsy irrelevant bruises. I have those too, I think.
I mean, let's say you did kill us. Or didn't. There could be torture. Whatever. But somehow you found the goods. What would your cut be?
Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
The Great Write Way
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Consuela - Nov 02, 2004 1:27:07 pm PST #7826 of 10001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Deena - Nov 03, 2004 4:22:30 am PST #7827 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
That is an amazing line. I know that chuckle.
sj - Nov 04, 2004 7:55:28 pm PST #7828 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I was planning on trying NaNoWriMo this year, but it is already nearly a week in, and I have yet to start. I haven't come up with any idea about what I want to write about either, so I am starting to think, "why bother?".
deborah grabien - Nov 04, 2004 8:01:23 pm PST #7829 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
This one's a memory. It happened. A very vivid moment.
Intrusion
We're in the warehouse, me and Laura. I'm up the ladder, she's down below. I'm looking for a crate marked "Tales of Fantasy".
"Can I ask you something?" She isn't usually shy, and I know, right away, who she wants to ask about. She's starstruck, and I have a star.
She takes my silence for assent. "Is it - is he - you know - good?"
I stare down at her, stiff, disbelieving. Five years goes through me: pain, dialysis, alchoholism, body image demons, the leftovers of rheumatic fever, and the exquisite perfect passion when we do come together.
I focus my eyes. Her head is bent. She won't get an answer, and she knows it.
Connie Neil - Nov 04, 2004 8:10:27 pm PST #7830 of 10001
brillig
drabble
He's up on the ladder because he's got a longer reach. Me, knowing how the furies pursue him, am guarding the bottom.
Guarding ladders is dull. I study the ladder's footing. Rough ground: if he shifted too far at the wrong moment, he'd go over. It'd be the kind of accident where everyone would say, "Just like him, to climb a ladder in his condition." Perfect alibi material. If I waited till his balance was just a little bit off, all I'd need to do is kick the ladder, and then I'm the sympathetic widow. I'd smile tearily at Lt. Columbo, and he could say "Oh, just one more thing ..." to his heart's content, and he'd never break me--unless he found out about the life insurance and Ramon the Pool Guy--
"I'm hungry," Hubby says.
"McDonald's after this?"
"Sure."
It's best that writers' spouses don't have telepathy.
Liese S. - Nov 04, 2004 8:14:32 pm PST #7831 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Both terrific pieces, although very different.
Connie Neil - Nov 04, 2004 8:17:37 pm PST #7832 of 10001
brillig
What, you don't contemplate the perfect murder in dull moments?
Oh, dear, just me, huh? Oops.
dcp - Nov 04, 2004 8:18:08 pm PST #7833 of 10001
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
How literal a ladder does it have to be? I'm thinking of a series of hand- and foot-holds that lead to a cliff dwelling.
deborah grabien - Nov 04, 2004 8:19:20 pm PST #7834 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Connie, one thing is off in there, purely grammar:
Me...am guarding the bottom.
Either the Me is an I, or the "am" has to go.
Connie Neil - Nov 04, 2004 8:21:55 pm PST #7835 of 10001
brillig
Ah, well.