I would think it would garner a little more attention if someone died. There would be lots of internet buzz, but a death would at least make the AP wire, you know?
Jayne is a girl's name.
River ,'Trash'
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.
Ailleann - May 23, 2008 11:02:03 am PDT #192 of 6681
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
Lee - May 25, 2008 7:04:50 am PDT #193 of 6681
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
The medium prompt is now closed.
The new prompt, courtesy of Amy, is bars.
Lee - Jun 01, 2008 4:09:14 pm PDT #194 of 6681
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Hey, it's Sunday.
I guess that means the bars prompt is now closed.
How about a photo drabble?
Photos One through Five are taken from the Library of Congress' photostream on Flickr.
Photos Six through Ten are taken from the Look at me site.
Amy - Jun 01, 2008 4:15:06 pm PDT #195 of 6681
Because books.
Crap! I am so dense.
Beverly - Jun 01, 2008 4:26:03 pm PDT #196 of 6681
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Crap! I am so dense.
What?
Amy - Jun 01, 2008 4:32:10 pm PDT #197 of 6681
Because books.
I forgot to do the drabble.
SailAweigh - Jun 01, 2008 5:23:47 pm PDT #198 of 6681
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Me, too. Not that I had one. Which is probably why I forgot.
Wolfram - Jun 02, 2008 6:30:14 am PDT #199 of 6681
Visilurking
Me too. Crazy, busy week.
Wolfram - Jun 02, 2008 10:13:49 am PDT #200 of 6681
Visilurking
Okay, so I don't miss it again, here's photo five:
Fate
"...beam snaps, the wheel buckles and collapses. Those people get trapped and crushed."
I listened with macabre amusement, while wondering how many goddamn cycles were left. That should teach me to ride with a stranger.
"This side will bend closer to the ground.” She turned to look at me, wide-eyed. Her tone was now pleading. Urgent. “That’s when you must jump. You'll fracture your ankle, but roll to safety."
"And you?" I couldn't resist.
Her voice resumed its eerie calmness. "I die."
You know the rest. I’ll still never understand one thing. Why did she get on the ride?
Lee - Jun 02, 2008 10:17:09 am PDT #201 of 6681
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Nice one!
Never mind the rest. Wolfram beat me to it.