Mal: Well said. Wasn't that well said, Zoe? Zoe: Had a kind poetry to it, sir.

'Out Of Gas'


Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies  

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


erikaj - Dec 12, 2004 9:47:14 am PST #9890 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

wrod.


deborah grabien - Dec 12, 2004 10:06:52 am PST #9891 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Keep it comin', Victor.

A quickie drabble, for the new Open on Sunday challenge, which is Liquids. Might be a skosh lyrical.

Desert Dream

In the arid sub-Saharan night, he dreams of wetter weather.

The shaman, demon, whatever it is, that will give him what he needs, was hard to find. The bushmen of the Kalahari recognised Spike for what he was without a moment wasted. Their memories of the First Slayer are genetic, imprinted in blood and bone. They scattered, clicking out their language in fear. Spike moved on.

Now, weeping and broken and restored, he curls against the brutal rays of sun, and dreams of Buffy, of blood and sweat and tears and the dewy golden Slayer, moist as a June rose.


victor infante - Dec 12, 2004 10:53:50 am PST #9892 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.

Damn, victor. This is one of the best fanfics I've ever read.

Gracias. Still a little more ways to go, and very little of it in a straight line.


Connie Neil - Dec 12, 2004 2:29:49 pm PST #9893 of 10001
brillig

“Listen,” she said. “To not die is a terrible thing.”

Gods, that line, at that time, to that man ...

I already used, "I wish I'd written that," didn't I.


victor infante - Dec 12, 2004 2:40:13 pm PST #9894 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.

Gods, that line, at that time, to that man ...

Well, the voice is actually the mystery woman's voice whispering in the back of Amy's head, but yeah, Wesley is definitely the subject.

Is that unclear, though. Should I adjust?

I already used, "I wish I'd written that," didn't I.

Heh. That's OK. Say it all you want. I don't mind.

ETA: clarified that sentence. It's kind of important.


Connie Neil - Dec 12, 2004 2:49:59 pm PST #9895 of 10001
brillig

Crap, I misread it the first time, I read it as "To die is not a terrible thing." But "To not die is a terrible thing" is equally powerful. And equally true, when it's time to die and the release is denied.

Anyway, take my usual response as given.


sumi - Dec 12, 2004 5:40:13 pm PST #9896 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!

Amazing Victor -- just amazing.


victor infante - Dec 12, 2004 6:03:13 pm PST #9897 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.

Amazing Victor -- just amazing.

Thanks.

Guess I should kill somebody now, huh?


deborah grabien - Dec 12, 2004 7:20:21 pm PST #9898 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Is this maybe too twisty for primetime? Wesley/Illyria erotica? For the liquid challenge?

This Body

This body, this body....

Things change, with this body. Attention must be paid. It hungers, thirsts, speaks to the mind within and is spoken to in return, wanting, needing, grinding down into the dirt by this water, this cold lake in the mountains above LA, this body meets Wesley's body. He has the advantage, for his body knows this body and she knows nothing at all.

But she learns, as the sky opens and a brief shower drenches their bucking limbs, her hair splayed across the ground, his naked back. And here is sunlight again, but this body?

Remains wet.


victor infante - Dec 12, 2004 7:59:20 pm PST #9899 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.

Ack. Yeah, twisted's a word.

I need a cigarette...