I am not a writer but I loved reading drabbles
I can hurt a demon!! That's right. I'm back. And I'm a BLOODY ANIMAL!
Spike ,'Showtime'
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.
Stephanie - Jan 26, 2012 6:45:11 pm PST #5039 of 6690
Trust my rage
Beverly - Jan 27, 2012 12:05:17 am PST #5040 of 6690
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Amy, had you thought about cross-posting to the GWW LJ comm? It's still there, I think. And we got some cross-polination from it. I have no investment either way, just mentioning it.
Laura - Jan 27, 2012 4:22:49 am PST #5041 of 6690
Our wings are not tired.
Amy's post in Press reminded me that I haven't been here in a while. I'm not a writer and yet the drabble fun sucks me in to the point of participating from time to time.
Also, since I just read the recent stuff - Woos and Hoos for Dana and Sox!
§ ita § - Jan 27, 2012 6:29:27 am PST #5042 of 6690
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I wish I still thought I had that part of my head. I don't know what I did with it, though.
Connie Neil - Jan 27, 2012 6:59:13 am PST #5043 of 6690
brillig
Maybe it'll wake up.
Amy - Jan 27, 2012 8:12:19 am PST #5044 of 6690
Because books.
Amy, had you thought about cross-posting to the GWW LJ comm?
If I remember, I might. Thanks.
Amy - Jan 30, 2012 4:15:05 am PST #5045 of 6690
Because books.
Drabble prompt:
light
Make of that what you will, and post them!
erikaj - Jan 30, 2012 6:33:33 am PST #5046 of 6690
Always Anti-fascist!
The sunrise is still tinting the sky when he calls his children into the kitchen. He takes out a bowl and starts mixing things into it, For waffle batter, though the kids don't know it yet. They just think his doing in anything in a kitchen is enough to pay attention to.He mixes in an egg and checks his work. Satisfied, he says, "Your mother likes those toaster ones," he tells his daughter, who watches everything. "but we know better." His kids have never had a waffle that didn't come out of a toaster while their mother gets ready to go to an office. They know they like syrup and the way the toaster sounds when they pop up. It was the man's own mother that was the cook with the little touches, that, even though he hasn't lived in her house for fifteen years, he still misses.Maybe that is what he is thinking of when he brings the finished product to the table and says "See? Light and fluffy."
Connie Neil - Jan 30, 2012 6:42:41 am PST #5047 of 6690
brillig
My first memory is light. I'm staring at a window with the blind pulled down and bright light around the edges. I'm two. The rest of the family has gone to the New York World's Fair and I'm staying with Grandma and Grandpa. I'm supposed to be napping, but the dazzling light around the edges of the dark space enthralls me.
Strix - Jan 30, 2012 7:19:32 am PST #5048 of 6690
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
“Light ‘em if you got ‘em!”
The call rings out across the arena, and the crowd roars in response. I’m twenty-two, it’s Lollapooloza and I’m currently clad in only a red bra and jean shorts. It’s 100 degrees today, and I’ve cast modesty to the wind...but not the SPF. I’m not that far gone.
But this is my first really big concert, and I’m high: high on the music, high on my own feeling of “I can take on the world in only my bra,” high on the fact that I just saw Perry Ferrell stroll by.
I’m also just plain high.