Looks at lack of drabbles
Maybe small, medium, or large instead?
Up until the punching, it was a real nice party.
Kaylee ,'Shindig'
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Lee - May 22, 2008 10:16:30 am PDT #168 of 6681
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Wolfram - May 22, 2008 10:19:06 am PDT #169 of 6681
Visilurking
Sorry, meant to post this sooner.
Found
It was recessed in the sofa. In a "sun-don't-shine spot", her husband would say. She'd always been small up there, her "fun-ions", he'd call them. The label confirmed what she'd instantly known.
Her throat tightened painfully. She stumbled outside to take in the night air.
Two weeks with the kids in the country, so he could "gitter done" - that long-gestating project. With the lab partner she'd never met.
She cried for hours, falling asleep on his side of the bed.
In the morning, he was there. Back "from the lab", he claimed, in the wee hours.
She said nothing.
(ETA: changed "chest" to "throat" - Thanks Beverly!)
Lee - May 22, 2008 10:25:02 am PDT #170 of 6681
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Nice one, Wolfram.
Wolfram - May 22, 2008 10:26:59 am PDT #171 of 6681
Visilurking
Thanks. These are fun.
Ailleann - May 22, 2008 10:29:59 am PDT #172 of 6681
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
Completely off the cuff, and man is 100 words small today.
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She adjusts the tablecloth, waits for a knock. Mr. Greaves is on his way, always here at half three like clockwork.
A quick glance in the mirror, final preparation. Her hair loose, a little kohl at the corners of her eyes. The Greek-like tunic isn’t terribly authentic, but no one notices. Maybe next she could try soothsaying. People like variety, after all.
Tap tap, and she schools her face to a droop-eyed look of languor before turning the knob. Greaves is waiting, anxious to “speak” with his wife. She feels a fleeting pang of guilt before she invites him in.
Lee - May 22, 2008 10:32:23 am PDT #173 of 6681
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Nice!
I was wondering if anyone would use that meaning.
Amy - May 22, 2008 10:33:52 am PDT #174 of 6681
Because books.
Hey! I was going to do a "medium" medium!
That's awesome, Ailleann. The tone is so perfect.
SailAweigh - May 22, 2008 10:37:56 am PDT #175 of 6681
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Beat me to it, too, Ailleann. Although I had one I thought might put a nice twist on it. We'll see if I take the time to actually put it down on paper to see if it works.
Ailleann - May 22, 2008 10:42:47 am PDT #176 of 6681
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
Go for it, Sail! You too Amy!
Typo Boy - May 22, 2008 10:50:42 am PDT #177 of 6681
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Good ones. I have a (not on-topic) Dr Who/Endless drabble in Fanfic. Typo Boy "Fan Fiction II: Great story! Where's the sequel?" May 22, 2008 7:57:23 am PDT