Very nice, Susan. Very evocative of your stories.
JC, you realize now you're going to have to post the whole thing, if you have to do it in a series of 100-word drabbles. I want to know the rest--how he got there, who she was, what happens next...
You got all kinds of learnin' and you made me look the fool without tryin', and yet here I am with a gun to your head. That's 'cause I got people with me. People who trust each other, who do for each other, and ain't always lookin' for the advantage.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Beverly - Dec 12, 2004 10:32:38 pm PST #8682 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Steph L. - Dec 13, 2004 7:00:15 am PST #8683 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Ah, Monday, when the leaves turn color, the swallows return to Capistrano, and the new drabble topic shows its pretty face to the world....
(Okay, 1 out of 3 ain't bad.)
Challenge #35 ("The End") is now closed.
Challenge #36 was begging to be a timely topic: Holiday Hell. Oh, yes. You know you want to.
JoeCrow - Dec 13, 2004 5:21:58 pm PST #8684 of 10001
"what's left when you take biology and sociology out of the picture?" "An autistic hermaphodite." -Allyson
Well, dang, Bev. Now I'm gonna have to finish it. Actually, that might help, reducing some of the key scenes down to drabble size. Hm. Lemme see what I can do...
Zenkitty - Dec 13, 2004 5:34:12 pm PST #8685 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
drabble for
Holiday Hell
:
She’s curled up in the chair, pressing her fingers to her face until the veins stand out hard on her forehead. She is bad; no one loves her; she pulls her hair in despair. I want to leave her there. I give her tissues and comfort her. Minutes ago, her sudden fury shattered our fragile holiday cheer as she screamed my painful secrets out before mother, children, and all, furious as I cried. Then, she wanted me gone. Now, I’m here, understanding, forgiving her, again.
I expect no apology.
Hours and miles away I realize, someone should have comforted me.
Susan W. - Dec 13, 2004 9:19:22 pm PST #8686 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Deb, insent.
Zenkitty, that's powerful.
Nilly - Dec 14, 2004 5:15:41 am PST #8687 of 10001
Swouncing
This is the one thread I insist on catching up - not skipping, not even skimming. It means I'm hardly ever at the end, but I still don't want to give any post up.
So, belated, but still:
Amy, if you still want somebody who has no idea about romances to read yours, I'd love to try.
deb, as usual, I would love to read - you have my university address, the one that agrees to talk to yours, right?
This thread is a wonderful read. Thanks, all of you.
Amy - Dec 14, 2004 5:22:53 am PST #8688 of 10001
Because books.
Zenkitty, that was heartbreaking.
I'm trying to think of hellish holiday memories and not coming up with any. Hmmm.
Nilly, I'd for you to read it! One caveat -- there are love scenes that are fairly graphic. If you don't mind those (or don't mind skipping over them) I'd love to send it on. Is your profile address the one to use?
Deb, go you on the Cruel Sister progress!
Nilly - Dec 14, 2004 5:25:48 am PST #8689 of 10001
Swouncing
Amy, no problem. And, yup, profile address (and, um, you said that timing isn't urgent, right?)
Steph L. - Dec 14, 2004 5:28:06 am PST #8690 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
I'm trying to think of hellish holiday memories and not coming up with any. Hmmm.
One reminder from the moderator: IT CAN BE FICTION, folks.
Amy - Dec 14, 2004 5:35:59 am PST #8691 of 10001
Because books.
Whenever you want, Nilly. No rush whatsoever.
IT CAN BE FICTION, folks
I'm an unmitigated sap about the holidays, though. Even my fictional people get unlimited sugar plums and angels getting their wings. Maybe if I channel Tim Minear...