Lemmiwinks! I'm sacrificing Mr. Slave for you all...

[stoney321]

So, I'm borrowing this idea from karabair where I put the first lines of my fics out here in the ether, and you make up a little drabble, ficlet, thought, whatever with it in the comments.


1. Albert was failing school. The weather was turning warmer, Miss Wilder had a voice in just the right pitch to make a young man of fifteen close his mind off, and his seat was near the window. Plus, there were issues with the view.

2. Sex is a taboo in all religions. Most of the Bible belt religions view sex as a an ugliness that must be borne in order to bring about God's children within the confines of marriage.

3. One thing my Pawpaw did come back with from the war was a well developed sense of mean.

4. The first time I thought our family was weird was when I was six.

5. Buffy checked the ad to be sure she had the address right.

6. Buffy had an evil grin on her face as she shut off her computer. She sashayed into her bedroom and found her husband exactly where she found him every night.

7. It started off as a rehearsal. A private rehearsal

So, wanna play? Anything and everything is accepted and wanted!

[Edit] I've written a few for
karabair
ropo
and dodyskin if you want to check them out. Come play with us, Daneeee....

Comments

Drabble

[cityphonelines.livejournal.com]

7. It started off as a rehearsal, a private rehearsal. All he had to do was follow the choreography and make sure the song and the steps matched. He didn’t think he was good, flopping around the stage blindly. But the owner said he had potential. So he’d danced. He’d worn the cheesy costume and ripped it off on cue. The crowd of older women had loved it, loved him. The thong chafed, the lights had given him eyespots and one lady had gotten way too touchy with the goods. At least he had enough money to get back to Sunnydale.

100 even, whoo, stick a fork in me! Well, for now anyway!

[reremouse.livejournal.com]

It started off as a rehearsal. A private rehearsal

"But you're not manly anymore," Xander said.

"What? Hey!" Spike leaned over him. "I was plenty manly when I was buggering you into the couch this morning!"

"So you think that's all it takes to be manly? The bits?"

Spike shrugged. "Depends, don't it? If manly's doing what's got to be done, and not being afraid to show what you're thinking, reckon you're more manly now than you were when you were shagging the demon bint."

"I think manly means not showing what you're thinking or feeling at all."

"What? Sod that. That's not manly. That's cowardly."

"And the fact that Angel is poster child for keeping it all inside?"

"Angel's a big girl's blouse is what Angel is," Spike grumbled.

Xander looked up at Spike, and shook his head. "Angel's a big girl's blouse? Is that the best you can come up with?"

"Don't have to come up with better, do I? Just a rehearsal for the Newspaper!verse is all."

"Oh. Yeah. Right. So why bother with the dialog at all when we could go straight to the sex?"

Spike considered this. Then shrugged, and tossed the newspaper over his shoulder. "When you're right, you're right."

"Bedroom?"

"I'll grab the lube."

Re: Drabble

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Fuck yeah, baby!!! That was awesome! Always DID need more details about the driving to all 50 states *ahem* summer than ended up so wrong, but oh, so right.

I heart you long time. More more!!! (I know...)
/sulk

And the "making you laugh your ass off award" goes to...

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

*knuckles tears out of eyes*

Cor, Blimey. Fuckin' byoo 'eefull, them was. "Angel's a big girl's blouse." Ha! (Is it wrong that big girl's blouse makes me think of Catherine Martin's hot dog/hamburger shirt in Silence of the Lambs? Or am I letting WAAAAAY too much of myself out?

*imitating Dru's foot stomp to the Judge*
Do it again! Do it again!

Re: Drabble

[cityphonelines.livejournal.com]

I'll probably run through a few more in the morning. Right now? M'brain's fried, I only did one Beatles ficlet today, and it was hard and my head doth protest the thinking thing.

Dude, I was telling Sue, I did 6 (7 with today's) 500-1000 word ficlets in 2 (now 3) evenings and updated one of my WIPs. That's a lot for me. I am world's slowest updater. No really, I have a trophy and mum and everything. /sleep deprived ramble

4. The first time I thought our family was weird was when I was six.

[dodyskin.livejournal.com]

Faith drabble

Six taught me weird and seven taught me crazy. The drinking was normal but the drunk was sure the hell not. Laughing to herself as she hacked off my hair and yanked off my dress. Little boys don't wear dresses and little girls don't run around like I did.

Eight told me not right and nine such a shame. Ten brought me Social Services. Eleven got me a trip to Grandma's and twelve sent me right back where I belonged. Thirteen whispered out of control and fourteen chanted slut. Fifteen threw me out of school and sixteen?

Taught me Weird.

Re: 4. The first time I thought our family was weird was when I was six.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Wanna know what's crazy? How close to the source material you are. Not style, obviously, that's all your own, but still... Oh. And except for the birthday party for Jesus, that is.

Re: 4. The first time I thought our family was weird was when I was six.

[dodyskin.livejournal.com]

A brithday party for Jesus? But doesn't he already have one, called Christmas?

Birthday party for Jesus

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes, but the birthday celebration gets hidden by the tree and candy canes, so there are those that have a birthday cake and candles, and some special, lucky boy gets to blow them out after the "Happy Birthday, Dear Jesus" song is sung.

No shit. Hence the weird. (in the story! the story!!!)

Re: Birthday party for Jesus

[dodyskin.livejournal.com]

Okay, that's just scary.