hey, Teppy and I like the same writing books! Thanks, Tep, for recommending the Bright book. It's been helpful.
Simon: I, uh... I never-never shot anyone before. Book: I was there, son. I'm fair sure you haven't shot anyone yet.
'War Stories'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
erikaj - Jan 17, 2003 4:17:42 pm PST #1097 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Rebecca Lizard - Jan 17, 2003 5:06:25 pm PST #1098 of 10001
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
Bitchy Fic should be NAFDA. I'll mention it in BureacIcan'tspellitanyway.
P.M. Marc - Jan 17, 2003 5:07:19 pm PST #1099 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
It already is NAFDA. It's on the slug.
Rebecca Lizard - Jan 17, 2003 5:10:51 pm PST #1100 of 10001
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
I just looked at it on the main page and didn't see it! God. I need newer glasses.
Elena - Jan 17, 2003 5:52:44 pm PST #1101 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
Yeah, I thought it was NAFDA.
Steph L. - Jan 18, 2003 11:57:58 am PST #1102 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Thanks, Tep, for recommending the Bright book. It's been helpful.
I love it. I'm glad you like it!
Connie Neil - Jan 20, 2003 1:26:15 pm PST #1103 of 10001
brillig
Totally gratuitous gloat coming
My website's had over 4000 hits!
End gratuitous gloat. Hee.
Lee - Jan 20, 2003 2:09:36 pm PST #1104 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Yeah Connie!
Am-Chau Yarkona - Jan 21, 2003 1:51:04 am PST #1105 of 10001
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
Go team connie!
Connie Neil - Jan 22, 2003 12:31:24 am PST #1106 of 10001
brillig
A bunny got out and twitched its little nose at me. I don't have a plot, just a setting and some circumstances. And an opening ...
The shower was back along the corrider, around three corners, and over a pile of rubble. They didn't bother with a curtain or door or anything. Everybody had seen everything. Wes paused anyway in the gap of the wall to observe.
The sun shone down through the broken second story window, and by the steam, Harry had gotten the boiler running again. Light danced in the billows surrounding Xander Harris' body as he scrubbed his battered, scarred, lovely body.
"Save me some of that hot water, please," Wes said.
Xander tossed his shaggy hair out of his eyes and smiled over his shoulder. "Simpler to share."
"You know the rules. No screwing in the shower, it's wasteful of water."
Xander held a soapy hand to his chest and blinked large, innocent eyes. "Screwing? Did *I* suggest screwing? No, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce, you were the one mentioning screwing. For shame." He turned back into the water, virtuously soaping up every bit and rinsing quickly.
Wes slid the scabbarded longsword off his shoulder and leaned it against the wall, next to Xander's axe. The mini-crossbow, matched Glocks, and ammo belt were carefully piled on the floor. The clothes and boots were unceremoniously shucked. He crept across the broken tiles of the floor towards the shower corner. As he reached across Xander's shoulder for the soap, though, he heard the younger man counting.
"33 ... 34--35 seconds, Wes, a new record!"
Disobeying the rules for a moment, Wes kissed Xander quiet, then let the warmth seep into his muscles as he washed Xander's hair before letting the other man tend him. Shared showers were more efficient.
edit: silly typo