Here we go a-drabblin'....
Oct. 10th, 2004 12:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Poet
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for:
wordoftheday100's "chagrin" challenge.
My sanguine princess
Delectable blood drips
Like jeweled wine
From her ruby lips.
"Oh! For me?" Dru clasped the poem to her heart. "I must show Daddy and Grandmother." Before he could stop her, she gave him a peck on the cheek and ran out. Every muscle tense, he heard her voice, a pause, then explosive laughter.
He dropped his head in chagrin. He could no more stop writing poetry than stop eating--but he wouldn't show it to anyone, ever again.
Dru flounced back into their room. "They enjoyed it quite a bit, sweet William. You must write more."
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for:
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My sanguine princess
Delectable blood drips
Like jeweled wine
From her ruby lips.
"Oh! For me?" Dru clasped the poem to her heart. "I must show Daddy and Grandmother." Before he could stop her, she gave him a peck on the cheek and ran out. Every muscle tense, he heard her voice, a pause, then explosive laughter.
He dropped his head in chagrin. He could no more stop writing poetry than stop eating--but he wouldn't show it to anyone, ever again.
Dru flounced back into their room. "They enjoyed it quite a bit, sweet William. You must write more."
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Date: 2004-10-10 09:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-10-10 10:27 pm (UTC)Nothing wroing with unbalancing acts... it's the stop at the end of the fall that soemtimes accompanies unbalancing... thats the bad thing
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Date: 2004-10-11 03:16 am (UTC)This line was brilliant (but also quite painful):
He could no more stop writing poetry than stop eating--but he wouldn't show it to anyone, ever again.
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Date: 2004-10-11 04:06 am (UTC)