recs :: about
the earth is
"They have chicken
wings too. Also a sort of a flower-shaped thing they make from an onion. It's
- Spike, Triangle
I actually find writing Buffy drabbles very difficult, for some
reason. That's why there are at present only three.
Challenge #88 - Food
In England, after Sunnydale, Willow did witchy stuff, Faith did
Slayer stuff, Xander and Kennedy did going-away stuff, Andrew played Playstation
and Giles was acting-head-elect-something-something of the Watchers’ Council,
so Dawn did the food shopping. She didn’t mind, exactly; someone had to do it,
and no-one had noticed she ought to be in school yet.
She went round with a trolley, grabbed chocolate for herself and Faith, herbs
that made up the magic supplies, a few kilograms of teabags. In the tinned food
aisle, she found a can of sweetcorn: Green Giant Butter and Corn Niblets.
It made her smile.
Challenge #82 - Shakespeare quotations
He kept a diary from when he was five. Shaky letters – my name is Rupert
– space, pause. Like the bear.
When he was ten, the letters had smoothed somewhat. I will be a Watcher.
Space, pause. Not a fighter pilot.
Aged nineteen, jagged, angry letters: my name is Ripper. Chaos is come again.
And then, as he grew older, the same words every day. She alone will stand
against the vampires, the demons, the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.
The day he met her, space pause, he ripped out all the pages and started again.
She is Buffy Summers.
["One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens."
-Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1.]
Challenge #73 - Lessons
English assignment, the teacher said. Write about your family.
I don’t have a mom and dad, Dawn wrote. My family are my sister
(vampire slayer; likes shoes; battles evil) her best friend (computer hacker;
witch) and her (female) lover (also witch), an English magic-shop owner
(Watcher; no relation; plays guitar), a guy (Xander), his girlfriend
(1120-year-old ex-vengeance demon; rabbit-phobic), and a vampire (wears leather;
gets me mixed up with sweetcorn).
She did think about it, but she didn’t rip it up. Buffy came in later. “What are
“What’s it about?”
Dawn smiled. “Nothing. Just creative writing.”