Thank you, Sail! Nice. I love the formatting. You can write a whole novel this way. Like a scrapbook of snapshots. Lovely.
Played with Kaylee. Sun came out, and I walked on my feet and heard with my ears. I ate the bits, the bits stayed down, and I work. I function like I'm a girl. I hate it because I know it'll go away. The sun goes dark and chaos has come again. Bits. Fluids. What am I?!
River ,'War Stories'
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.
Beverly - Apr 20, 2008 6:55:39 am PDT #59 of 6674
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Amy - Apr 20, 2008 8:17:50 am PDT #60 of 6674
Because books.
Very nice, Sail!
The "embrace" challenge is now closed.
This week's prompt is "addiction".
I'm standing in for Lee, today. Be glad I didn't give you "porn".
erikaj - Apr 21, 2008 9:56:05 am PDT #61 of 6674
If Scooby Doo taught me anything, it's that the only thing to fear is real-estate developers.Lisa Simpson
If anyone has time to beta the first few chapters of a mystery, I'd appreciate it.
Miracleman - Apr 21, 2008 9:57:02 am PDT #62 of 6674
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Hit me, erika. Profile addy good.
erikaj - Apr 21, 2008 9:59:44 am PDT #63 of 6674
If Scooby Doo taught me anything, it's that the only thing to fear is real-estate developers.Lisa Simpson
You got it,MM.
Amy - Apr 27, 2008 4:39:06 am PDT #64 of 6674
Because books.
The "addiction" challenge is now closed.
This week's prompt is "two people in a dark room."
Standing in for Lee again. Last time, I promise.
Ailleann - Apr 27, 2008 8:42:03 pm PDT #65 of 6674
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Written in about five minutes, just for the laughs.
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"Ow, fuck, what the--"
"Honey?"
"I’m over here."
"Okay, great. Man, it’s dark, I can’t see a thing."
"Look, just stand still and I will come over--damnit!"
"What?"
"Nothing, just this fucking coffee table."
"Ooh, I hate that. Look, just move really slowly."
"Nah, I thought I’d sprint. Oh, motherfu--"
"What?"
"Nothing, just going to die. A roller skate? When did we even get roller skates?"
"Baby, I haven’t owned roller skates since 1985."
"Well, something’s on--damnit!"
"Honey?"
"Look, I’m just going to stop moving, all right?"
"All right. Here, I think I have…ohh, the lights!"
"Jesus wept."
Susan W. - Apr 27, 2008 9:27:22 pm PDT #66 of 6674
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
I like that, Ailleann!
Here's mine, going for the most obvious interpretation of the topic....
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“Ahh, Rebecca...”
She loves her name in his accent.
Joel always called her Becky--Joel who was alive this morning. Tomorrow she’ll despise herself, but she cannot bear to weep alone when she can assuage her grief in this man’s arms.
“What’s your name?” she asks.
He goes absolutely still. “Don’t you...you do know who I am?”
“I mean your Christian name--no one ever uses it, and I’ve forgotten. I cannot call you ‘General’ here!”
Amusement ripples through him. “You could.”
“You’d like that!” she accuses.
He laughs and tells her his name. But she wishes she hadn’t spoken, because this isn’t only grief now--it’s this man, and this moment, and knowing she’s wanted this since the day she met him.
Amy - Apr 28, 2008 5:16:26 am PDT #67 of 6674
Because books.
Drabbles! Awesome, ladies.
Anne W. - Apr 28, 2008 2:39:54 pm PDT #68 of 6674
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Wow! This is good stuff.