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-BDB on the board- Knitter's AnonimousMay 8, 2006Rhage (in his bedroom posting in V's room on the board) Hi, my name is V.("Hi, V")I've been knitting for 125 years now.(*gasping noises*) It's begun to impact my personal relationships: my brothers think I'm a nancy. It's begun to affect my health: I'm getting a callus on my forefinger and I find bits of yarn in all my pockets and I'm starting to smell like wool. I can't concentrate at work: I keep picturing all these lessers in Irish sweaters and thick socks.(*sounds of sympathy*) I've come seeking a community of people who, like me, are trying not to knit. Can you help me?(* We're with you*) Thank you (*takes out hand-knitted hankie in pink*)(*sniffles*)(" We embrace you, V")Vishous (in the pit): Oh hell no..you did not just put that up. And nice spelling in the title. Man..you just have to roll up on me, don't you. I got four words for you, my brother. Rhage: Four words? Okay..lemme see.. Rhage, you're so sexy.hmmm.. Rhage, you're SO smart. No wait! Rhage, you're SO right! That's it, isn't it..g'head. You can tell me. Vishous: First one starts with a "P"Use your head for the other three. Bastard.Rhage: P? Hmm.. Please pass the yarn Vishous: Payback is a bitch! Rhage: OhhhhhhhhhhhhI'm so scuuuuuurred. Can you whip me up a blanket to hide under?.J.r. Ward
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Wrath: What the hell are you supposed to ask? Rhage: I know! Who do you like the most? It's me right? Come on, you know it is. Come oooooonnnnn- Butch: If its you, , I'll kill myself. V: No, that just means she's blind. Rhage: It has to be me. V: She said she didn't like you at first. Rhage: Ah, but I won her over, which is more than anyone else can say about you, hot stuff. J. R.: I don't like anyone the best Wrath: Right answer. Rhage: She's just sparing all of you feelings. (grins, becoming impossibly handsome) She's so polite. J. R.: Next question? Rhage: Why do you like me the best? .J.r. Ward
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Personally, I think so-called "common language" is more interesting and apropos than "proper English"; it's passionate and powerful in ways that "wherefore art thou ass and thy elbow" just isn't.J.r. Ward
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Rule number four for me as a writer? Plotlines are like sharks: They either keep moving or they die. ~J.R. WardJ.r. Ward
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When her blue-black eyes lifted to his, everything disappeared. Their bodies dematerialized. The room they were in ceased to exist. Time became nothing. And in the void, in the wormhold, Wrath's chest opened up sure as if he'd been shot, a piercing pain licking over his nerve endings. He knew then that there are many ways for a heart to break. Sometimes it's from the crowding of life, the compression of responsibility and birthright and burden that just squeezed you until you couldn't breathe anymore. Even though your lungs were working just fine. And sometimes it's from the casual cruelty of a fate that took you far from where you had thought you would end up. And sometimes it's age in the face of youth. Or sickness in the face of health. But sometimes it's just because you're looking into the eyes of your lover, and your gratitude for having them in your life overflows..because you showed them what was on the inside and they didn't run scared or turn away: they accepted you and loved you and held you in the midst of your passion or your fear..or your combination of both. Wrath closed his eyes and focused on the soft pulls at his wrist. God, they were just like the beat of his heart. Which made sense. Because she was the center of his chest. And the center of his world.J.r. Ward