Plei, ita, anyone who does the Sunday 100 - manoman, there are some corkers up, thanks to the Twi's theme. This week's mandated topic is "Death, Deviance, Destruction: Use at least two in your drabble."

I used all three. 100 words, Angel/Darla, porny (by my standards, anyway).

Title: I Hold With Those Who Favour Fire

"You'll do as I say."

He was silent. All his life, his undeath, he had wanted this, waited for it, an unconfessed itch. She had made him, taken him out of his life, shaped him: Darla, golden ice goddess with red lips and black stilettos.

"You'll do as I say, Angel."

She straddled him, the whip in her hand wrapping tight around his neck. Vampires can't suffocate, of course; this was part of the game.

They can die, though.

The stake kissed the wall beyond her heart, as he came, showered in her dust, whispering, "Who's the top now, Darla?"

That's a great drabble, deb. And you're right, it's a good theme-- I gave in and wrote the Caleb fic I've been wanting to read.

Recharging

The familiar female face—the face of the Slayer—faded away. Caleb watched, determined to keep his eyes open.

He felt the heat—desire, greed, and power—the pure energy of the First flowing through him, and it felt good. Or, to be more accurate, it felt bad: huge, undivided, destructive, death filled bad. Evil.

As it came, it should have torn and bruised him, but he gave his soul to it for safety, and the scream he gave was silent, a thing of desire rather than pain—though, in the high of the ecstasy, the two merged to one.

Humbaby, Am, that's hot. Also chilly.

Niiiiiiice.

That's a lovely rec, connie, and I agree that it's well-deserved. Am, that is so much fun. I shamefacedly confess that I don't really remember THHGTTG very well, but you're bringing it back to me. I couldn't even imagine how to write Caleb fic, but that drabble is very nice.

Love your drabble Deb. That's just good evil fun.

Thanks, deb.

Edit: and Deena.

Deena! Good to see you!

I just dozed off, literally, typing a reply to someone in LJ. Obviously nature's way of telling me the 300 mg of neurontin is kicking in.....

Night all.

night Deb, sleep well.

Am, lovely to see you too. Isn't it awfully early there? oh, no, not now it's not, but I could have swore I saw a post from you earlier that would have been made around 5am your time. I'm up because Kara woke up crying about the window, though I'm not sure why. I rearranged things and rocked her and gave her a graham cracker and some milk and she seems to be going back to sleep.

I could have swore I saw a post from you earlier that would have been made around 5am your time.

Um... unless I was posting in my sleep, this seems unlikely. You may be on crack, darling. I hope Kara gets back to sleep soon. (Edit: I'm guessing from Bitches that she has.) And t /natter

Ah, the PoV debate. My PoV preferences are all personal and reader-centric.

Anyway, for me 3rd person narrative is like watching a story. The prose acts like a camera. I find it easy to fall into this kind of text because all it takes is one point of lasting interest -- a character (usually), a plot line, or an idea -- to keep me in the story.

First person narrative is more like listening to a story on the radio or from a person next to me. Not only do I have to find something in the text to like, I'm also much more strongly affected by the narrative voice. There may be a fascinating charcter going through amazing events culminating in a rewriting of all I thought was true. But if the person/character narrating the story does something to turn me off I'll probably never know. This doesn't mean that first person stories aren't good or are any harder or easier to write. But it does mean that there's a better chance they'll lose me.

And then there's second person. Every time a second person narrative says, "You do [X]," I hold it up to a mental chart. Am I doing [X]? No? Odds are you lost me. If I never have done [X], or likely never will do [X], then I'm out of there. It's almost impossible for me to get lost in a story, no matter how well written, if I'm constantly getting thrown out of it by internally contradictory statements.

"You lick the drops of blood from the shallow cuts you made on Wesley's abdomen." Nope.

"I licked the drops of blood from the shallow cuts I'd made on Wesley's abdomen." Maybe. If "I" is Faith, you betcha. If "I" is Andrew, I'll need some really convincing backstory.

"Gunn licked the drops of blood from the shallow cuts Faith had made on Wesley's abdomen." You betcha.

"I licked the drops of blood from the shallow cuts I'd made on Wesley's abdomen." Maybe. If "I" is Faith, you betcha. If "I" is Andrew, I'll need some really convincing backstory.

See, I take this on, er, faith (there must be another non-Buffyish way of phrasing this!). If I'm going to bother to read the story, I have to begin by trusting the writer. If I can't trust the writer to be who they say they are, I can't imagine bothering to read the story anyway, so the POV doesn't come into it for me. It wouldn't matter.

Totally with you on second person POV. That one always kickstarts the internal blinkies, as a reader. As a writer, I virtually never go there.

As a writer, about 99% of what I write is third person. I'm just aware how easy it is to plump up and play God that way, so I have to watch out that it doesn't turn masturbatory and self-congratulatory: ooooh, lookee, I can make the characters dance!

Nothing intrinsically wrong with that, I suppose, but as a personal taste? I dislike reading it, shrug and move on when I see it, and I always want to kick myself when I catch myself doing it. I don't mind references to the same things in serial fiction or fic, mind you; I just don't want to see the writer leaning over the top of the puppet theatre, yanking strings maniacally.

Again, your reader/writer mileage will almost certainly vary wildly.