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Anya ,'Empty Places'

Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.

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Elena - Feb 05, 2003 1:00:22 am PST #1327 of 10001

Thanks for all the fish.

Okay... Huh. But, how did he get there?

And I might have eventually guessed the her. It's very late, you know.

P.M. Marc - Feb 05, 2003 1:03:32 am PST #1328 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

Okay... Huh. But, how did he get there?

To where-the-heck-ever it is she's emerged in LA? Beats me. I assume like all good things, she died and was reborn in the damned alley.

Elena - Feb 05, 2003 1:06:38 am PST #1329 of 10001

Thanks for all the fish.

I see. She came back. I did not get that. Okay. Makes more sense now.

juliana - Feb 05, 2003 6:50:15 am PST #1330 of 10001

I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

I got Connor.

Very nice ficlet.

Anne W. - Feb 05, 2003 7:02:33 am PST #1331 of 10001

The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

It didn't take me long to figure out that the p.o.v. character was Darla.

Rebecca Lizard - Feb 05, 2003 7:54:31 am PST #1332 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 totally love it.

Connie Neil - Feb 05, 2003 12:45:14 pm PST #1333 of 10001

brillig

Connor taking care of his mother, who may or may not remember she loved him. Cool concept.

P.M. Marc - Feb 05, 2003 12:51:02 pm PST #1334 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

Connor taking care of his mother, who may or may not remember she loved him. Cool concept.

'Cept for the implied Oedipus stuff at the end.

Connie Neil - Feb 05, 2003 1:05:00 pm PST #1335 of 10001

brillig

I try to not think of such things. Did I miss a reference that he doesn't know who the woman is?

P.M. Marc - Feb 05, 2003 1:06:11 pm PST #1336 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

I try to not think of such things. Did I miss a reference that he doesn't know who the woman is?

Why would he know who she is? They've never met, he's never seen her.

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