you painted a picture in my head, Barb. A delicious one.
Book: Afraid I might be needing a preacher. Mal: That's good. You lie there and be ironical.
'Safe'
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
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Laga - Aug 29, 2008 9:28:14 am PDT #834 of 6681
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Typo Boy - Aug 29, 2008 10:21:49 am PDT #835 of 6681
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
To me, that's very much a journalistic dictum-- or one for people who write within genres that are very closely constrained by word count.
It does not even work well in extended non-fiction, or in a lot of magazine journalism. One of the things I have had to get over.
Lee - Aug 31, 2008 6:29:33 pm PDT #836 of 6681
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
The buzz challenge is now closed.
The new challenge is hats.
Beverly - Aug 31, 2008 7:37:26 pm PDT #837 of 6681
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
As the short fella stood watching, the tall guy stood behind the table, one arm held dramatically out before him, the other hand gripping the brim of a shiny top hat. He wiggled the fingers of his outstretched hand as the drum rolled.
The little guy in the helmet and goggles squinched his eyes shut as the tall fellow’s hand descended into the hat. His head tipped slightly, his rack of antlers magnifying the tilt. Suddenly his hand emerged, fingers clutched in the poll of a giant bear, which let out an unhappy roar.
“I gotta get a new hat.”
SailAweigh - Aug 31, 2008 7:43:59 pm PDT #838 of 6681
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Awww, Bev. You make me miss Saturday morning cartoons.
Beverly - Aug 31, 2008 8:06:12 pm PDT #839 of 6681
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Hee! 100 woids, on the nosey.
Ginger - Sep 01, 2008 6:50:35 am PDT #840 of 6681
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Yuk, yuk, yuk, Bev.
Hat
Robert chose a rather jaunty beret for the excursion. Anna said, "Lunch at my club will be easy." She was a member by virtue of being old Atlanta, not because she'd paid the current five-figure membership fee. The dining room was a sea of blue hair punctuated by the occasional table of dark-suited businessmen. The tuxedoed maitre d' who had served her Shirley Temples 30 years before hurried over and whispered, "Miss Anna, your guest needs to remove his hat." She replied loudly, "He can't. He has cancer." As they sat down, their helpless tears of laughter dropped into their melting frozen fruit salads.
SailAweigh - Sep 01, 2008 6:57:26 am PDT #841 of 6681
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Oh, nice, Ginger.
Beverly - Sep 01, 2008 7:37:27 am PDT #842 of 6681
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Very pointy, Ginger. Nicely done.
Allyson - Sep 02, 2008 7:45:45 am PDT #843 of 6681
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Any available readers for chapter 3 final and chapter 4 draft today or tonight?
Mostly need four. Ate my brain. Too preachy maybe.