Happy Sigh
Feb. 10th, 2006 12:52 pmI'd say that the rush of being hit with sentences fully formed is incomparable - it's better than ice cream, it's even (generally) better than sex.
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farscapefriday. The challenge is The Alien Girl. Which means all of you should go forth and write something because the weekly challenge, it's a gettin' lonely:)
Sisters Grim
When Baywatch dreams failed him, unable to envision the running and the splashing and tropical cues and colors of bikinis and tan feminine flesh, he switched his cultural radar and imagined them as fairy tales instead. But that never worked much better.
It was so easy to picture Chi as Little Red Riding Hood, small girl gone astray, but far too often she was the wolf, wide seamless eyes and sharp teeth and clever paradoxes. Hot breath on his skin, eager to eat him up.
Zhaan could have been a fairy godmother, a fairy princess, but she too had ogre's teeth, had wicked stepmother tendencies and they'd all locked someone in a cage, had all taken a pound of flesh.
He could see Aeryn as Snow White, the black hair and the ruby lips and the pale skin, but as soon as the hunter took out the knife, the fantasy turned to something bold and bloody, ending with the lost princess holding a red heart in the palm of her hand, sheathing the knife and walking further into the woods, away from castles and queens and tiny men eager to have their washing up done.
It was easier to picture them as myth – as goddess and huntresses, Athena, Hera and Aphrodite. Moya herself was a golden apple. Easier to see them as temptresses and the fates, spinning out the threads of his destiny as they charted their own.
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Sisters Grim
When Baywatch dreams failed him, unable to envision the running and the splashing and tropical cues and colors of bikinis and tan feminine flesh, he switched his cultural radar and imagined them as fairy tales instead. But that never worked much better.
It was so easy to picture Chi as Little Red Riding Hood, small girl gone astray, but far too often she was the wolf, wide seamless eyes and sharp teeth and clever paradoxes. Hot breath on his skin, eager to eat him up.
Zhaan could have been a fairy godmother, a fairy princess, but she too had ogre's teeth, had wicked stepmother tendencies and they'd all locked someone in a cage, had all taken a pound of flesh.
He could see Aeryn as Snow White, the black hair and the ruby lips and the pale skin, but as soon as the hunter took out the knife, the fantasy turned to something bold and bloody, ending with the lost princess holding a red heart in the palm of her hand, sheathing the knife and walking further into the woods, away from castles and queens and tiny men eager to have their washing up done.
It was easier to picture them as myth – as goddess and huntresses, Athena, Hera and Aphrodite. Moya herself was a golden apple. Easier to see them as temptresses and the fates, spinning out the threads of his destiny as they charted their own.
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Date: 2006-02-10 09:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-02-10 11:58 pm (UTC)oh, and the sentence about zhaan. wow. and the last two sentences are stunning.
have i mentioned recently how astounding your writing is? and reading your farscape stories is a gift. thank you.
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Date: 2006-02-11 12:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-11 01:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-11 02:43 am (UTC)And I love your challenge this week, too. I've been reading your thoughts on feminism this week with much interest, though I haven't really had time to formulate my own in response. Farscape does female characters better than most shows; hopefully the challenge will inspire more great responses.
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Date: 2006-02-11 03:06 am (UTC)And I hope it'll inspire people:) I'll make the reward my silence on this issue:)
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Date: 2006-02-11 10:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-12 02:45 am (UTC)