Motes of dust filter through the air. The sun shines.
Wash: I mean, I'm the one she swore to love, honor and obey. Mal: Listen... She swore to obey? Wash: Well, no, not...
'War Stories'
Sang Sacré
The fictional Buffista City. With a variety of neighborhoods, climates, and an Evil Genius or two, Sang Sacre is where we'd all live if it were real. Jump in -- find a neighborhood, start a parade, become a superhero. It's what you make it.
Liese S. - Jul 03, 2006 6:25:26 pm PDT #929 of 1100
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Beverly - Jul 04, 2006 9:45:26 am PDT #930 of 1100
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
An unearthly howl is heard in the distance. Upstairs the maid screams. A door slams.
DXMachina - Jul 04, 2006 10:18:12 am PDT #931 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Suddenly a shot rings out!
(This twist in the plot will baffle the readers...)
Beverly - Jul 04, 2006 11:48:48 am PDT #932 of 1100
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Meanwhile, on a ranch in Montana, a boy was growing up.
Strix - Jul 04, 2006 1:35:45 pm PDT #933 of 1100
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
And somewhere on an island in the South Pacific, dark drums began to beat. . .
DXMachina - Jul 04, 2006 1:39:12 pm PDT #934 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Suddenly, a pirate ship appeared on the horizon!
Strix - Jul 04, 2006 1:40:38 pm PDT #935 of 1100
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Filled with scantily clad maidens, and even more scantily clad lads, accompanied by mermaids and dancing dolphins.
DXMachina - Jul 04, 2006 1:43:07 pm PDT #936 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
While millions were starving, the king lived in luxury.
WindSparrow - Jul 04, 2006 7:32:26 pm PDT #937 of 1100
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Wolves howl in the door.
Their alpha female tells them, "What, do you think I want to air condition the whole forest? In or out, make up your minds."
sumi - Jul 04, 2006 8:08:31 pm PDT #938 of 1100
Art Crawl!!!
Bwahahahaha