Done.
Olaf the Troll ,'Showtime'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
I win!
(still new enough to get excited about being COMMed)
Show off :)
I'm not a show off, I'm a show on!
(I wrote that. I read it. It made no sense. I decided to post it anyway. Take it as a warning of the dangers that can be wrought by Vanilla Bean Frappucinos this late at night.)
I've got a car you can wax, if you like. Then you can go kick butt at the karate tournament.
I wrote one last night. My brain hurts now. But I bet I was the only one who used a semicolon properly...I learned from the wife.
Oh, joy. This week's Open on Sunday theme is "dialogue only". What a flaming bore; I loathe pure dialogue.
Hell. OK. Two tries:
A different take on a famous scene
"Drink."
"I won't do it."
"Like hell you won't. Do you really think I'm going to watch you die, when all you need is my blood?
"If I die, I die. I don't need to take you with me."
"You're getting weaker. For Christ's sake, drink!"
"I can't. I won't risk harming you."
"You're not my doctor, Angel. You're supposed to be my lover."
"I won't take your blood. I won't risk both of us."
"Will you get it through your arrogant skull that I'm a big girl, I'm the Slayer, and I can take care of myself? Now, drink!"
and
Overheard in Wesley's bed...
"Do you love me?"
"Shut up. Don't go there. You know what a bloody waste of time that is - why must you always come back to it?"
"Because I want to know, damn it! Because - ohgod ohgod yes, yes, oh Wes, please do that again - "
"Yes, you like that, don't you, Lilah? Tongues in new places. Would it matter, my loving you? Suppose I didn't? I want you. Obvious, really. Isn't that enough?"
"I don't know. Maybe. Maybe I just want to know what I'm worth to you. Am I worth loving?"
"Easy. You're worth a dollar."
You think you know somebody... of course I may have a dialogue dependency.
You think you know somebody...
But but but, you know I loathe pure dialogue - I announce it with tiresome regularity.
Dialogue is great, with breaks. But this week's challenge was to tell a story or paint a scene with nothing but, and I actually get furious with writers who do that too much. Set me a scene, damnit! Give me a backdrop! Give me a reason to care about all the talky-meats!
I was kidding... and trying to break my smiley habit.