I forgot to do the drabble.
Cordelia: I get it now. You're all spies. Probably all Russian. And you've brainwashed me, and want me to believe we're friends so I'll spill the beans about some nano-technology thingy that you want. Gunn: So I look Russian to you? Cordelia: Black Russian. Angel: That's a drink.
'Hell Bound'
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.
Amy - Jun 01, 2008 4:32:10 pm PDT #197 of 6681
Because books.
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.
Laga - Jun 02, 2008 10:27:17 am PDT #202 of 6681
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
here's one for #6. Other than being 100 words I don't think it's a true drabble since I think you can see the twist ending coming.
We tried not to hang around Dad at the summer place. We were embarrassed of his little swim trunks and the board he never learned how to ride. Mom spent most of her time chatting with the other moms. Dad tended to hang around with Uncle Henry. He never married; he was such the gentleman, and a gentle man. Back from the beach he’d help Mom in the kitchen or take me out on the porch to trim my unruly bangs. Looking back now, I can’t believe it never occurred to me he and Dad were more than just friends.
Laga - Jun 02, 2008 10:28:56 am PDT #203 of 6681
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
good one Wolfram. Thanks for the goosebumps.
SailAweigh - Jun 02, 2008 10:32:35 am PDT #204 of 6681
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Excellent, Wolfram. That gave me the creeps quite nicely.
Laga, I like yours, too. I'm always looking for a reason to bring the hoyay to photos like that.
Wolfram - Jun 02, 2008 10:34:33 am PDT #205 of 6681
Visilurking
Thanks. I liked yours too, Laga, and laughed right into the second sentence.
Of course, I dare anyone to say "Dad's little swim trunks" without smiling. Comedy gold.
Laga - Jun 02, 2008 10:37:31 am PDT #206 of 6681
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
thanks, Sail. I decided to click on picture #6 sight unseen and write the first thing that popped in my head. If you knew me, you wouldn't be surprised it was hoyay... actually now that I think about it my first thought was of kids who are embarassed by their Dad. The hoyay crept in after I started typing.