He didn't say. But I guess I don't have to rush.
What you did to me was unbelievable, Connor. But then I got stuck in a hell dimension by my girlfriend one time for a hundred years, so three months under the ocean actually gave me perspective. Kind of a M.C. Escher perspective, but I did get time to think.
Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
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erikaj - Oct 02, 2009 10:43:45 am PDT #2467 of 6690
Always Anti-fascist!
Liese S. - Oct 02, 2009 6:46:08 pm PDT #2468 of 6690
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
I wasn't online, so this is the drabble from the original topic. 100 words exactly, not including the title. As always, I welcome suggestions.
not yet
I ache a little, sometimes, to see the beauty of an autumn dusk. High desert: the geese and hummingbirds cross paths. "Not yet, not yet," they cry, "but soon."
Soon the northern clouds will gather snow. Soon the maples blush, sap thickening, slowing, in their veins. Soon ice and fires and hot drinks on cold nights. Not yet, but soon.
The sun has gone, the sky's yellow with its memory. Smoke from the wildfires drifts languorously across the pines. We stretch and realign ourselves, reconciling with the coming darkness.
And the dusk whispers, "Welcome to the night."
Beverly - Oct 02, 2009 9:10:11 pm PDT #2469 of 6690
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Oh Liese, that's gorgeous.
Barb - Oct 03, 2009 3:25:57 am PDT #2470 of 6690
“Not dead yet!”
Liese, that's lovely-- it's got a very poetic feel and cadence.
sj - Oct 03, 2009 5:23:17 am PDT #2471 of 6690
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
This isn't very good, but I decided to post it anyway just to get myself to write more.
The road is long and quiet. We feel the worries of everyday begin to slip away. When we arrive, the waitress greets us with a smile of recognition, "Are you staying at your mom’s this weekend?" I answer affirmatively as she leads us to our table. The menu is filled with foods from my childhood, simple, hearty, and comforting, made with love. There is no need to ask for the better quality alcohol in your drink because that is all that is used, and the results are always delicious. Dinner is neither rushed along nor painfully slow. Welcome to vacation.
SailAweigh - Oct 03, 2009 5:32:10 am PDT #2472 of 6690
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Oh, sj, that's lovely. I can feel every word, and heartfelt writing is the best.
sj - Oct 03, 2009 6:11:59 am PDT #2473 of 6690
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Thanks, Sail!
Atropa - Oct 03, 2009 4:38:14 pm PDT #2474 of 6690
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Someone please remind me that I DO know what I want this YA paranormal book to be, and that writing a chapter outline (even a vague one) will be helpful to me AND my agent? Because ... just because. In other words, I need hairpats.
(Not to mention there's another, completely cracktastic book idea that I need to do more work on, and oh, I should maybe start writing the third installment of the Steampunk Tales story.)
Amy - Oct 03, 2009 4:40:59 pm PDT #2475 of 6690
Because books.
This is me reminding you.
::pats Jilli's hair::
How about you tell me I can actually finish this scene I'm working on? It is SLOW going tonight, man.
Atropa - Oct 03, 2009 4:48:36 pm PDT #2476 of 6690
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
How about you tell me I can actually finish this scene I'm working on? It is SLOW going tonight, man.
I know you can! C'mon, if I was able to come up with an idea for the cracktastic book, you can finish this scene easy-peasy. Go, go, go!