bad poemdrabble killed the thread?
She's not just a blob of energy, she's also a 14-year-old hormone bomb.
Spike ,'The Killer In Me'
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
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hippocampus - Feb 06, 2012 10:52:48 am PST #5069 of 6690
not your mom's socks.
Amy - Feb 06, 2012 11:50:08 am PST #5070 of 6690
Because books.
Could just be a Monday. Or everyone, uh, shot their wad last week.
I've been distracted with work and dogsitting all day, so mostly I would just like some crack, and then to pass into oblivion for a little while.
I like "hands stained black/pushed the ground aside" a lot.
Consuela - Feb 06, 2012 12:08:57 pm PST #5071 of 6690
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
[Rather longer than a proper drabble, I fear...]
"Step on a--"
That was the chant they'd sung, out there in the world, dappled by the sunlight through the oak leaves. Chalk lines and drawings marked the boundaries of their universe, so much bigger in their imaginations than in the flesh.
"Step on a--"
Now, her world is but darkness, one pace in each direction. Her mouth is dry with thirst, legs shaky with weakness. Her eyes, desperate for stimulation, invent stars and galaxies that swim across her vision.
But after the last feeding, she felt the earth shake, and heard something move in the wall. So she feels her way around the tiny space, touching every inch of the surfaces she can reach. Just in case something was knocked loose.
"Step on a--"
Her right hand catches on an irregularity, a ragged slot where before had been chill hard smoothness.
She slides a hand in, all the way to her knuckles. Now the other. She braces her feet, locks her elbows, and heaves.
Light streams through.
"Step on a crack, break your mother's back--"
And she is out.
Amy - Feb 06, 2012 12:29:05 pm PST #5072 of 6690
Because books.
Wow, Consuela, that pucks a punch.
hippocampus - Feb 06, 2012 12:52:01 pm PST #5073 of 6690
not your mom's socks.
what Amy said.
Consuela - Feb 06, 2012 1:02:00 pm PST #5074 of 6690
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Thank you kindly!
Zenkitty - Feb 06, 2012 1:52:50 pm PST #5075 of 6690
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Wow. I like both of those a lot.
Gudanov - Feb 07, 2012 5:10:33 am PST #5076 of 6690
Coding and Sleeping
Three more chapters to review and I'll start submitting Cog, finally. Just gotta take some deep breaths and get ready for the rejections.
Connie Neil - Feb 07, 2012 6:13:33 am PST #5077 of 6690
brillig
I stand up slowly, knowing what my knees are about--
crack
I turn quickly, without bracing my feet proper--
thunk
Hubby jerks his neck sharply, intentionally
CRACK
He freezes, his eyes big. I barely keep myself from reaching for the phone and 911, wondering how I'm going to make room through the living room for the ambulance gurney.
He sighs and smiles, some of the pain lines easing. "Finally that's back in place," he says. He grins at my worry and shifts his shoulder.
crack
Toddson - Feb 07, 2012 7:39:40 am PST #5078 of 6690
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
eeee ... that made me laugh and wince, pretty much equally