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buffyversetop5All of these are pre-2013 postings. I just first discovered them recently.
1) The Butterfingers G. D. I. Stark Guide to Problem Solving by Epiphanyx7
Avengers verse
Starks' A. I. bots are building another bot. Adorable story.
So in the end there always ends up being some sort of tiny, insignificant anomaly --- not a mistake, or anything. Just a... a loophole, in the programming parameters. This line totally reminds me of a plotline from Freefall, and you can see another example of robots creating robots in Girl Genius.
2) A six-word story by Have to Believe. I don't know about you, but I think it's hilarious! Oh, and read the comments. Awesome. ;-)
3) I saw a comment by ReaderJane and recalled she wrote good stories. My Heart an Altar definitely fits the bill.
4) Estephia's Grief That Does Not Speak
Part of Giles knows what he’s doing. He’s punishing Angel the same way Dawn’s icy silences and Willow’s veiled inquiries are punishing him.
5) Red Satin Doll turned me onto Bone Dry 1013's Origin and Seasons. Brilliant. Really brilliant. Storyline is currently in season 1 at Never Kill a Boy... .
Started in 2012 but the storyline is still being written.
You must come...
Her skirt swirled around her as she made her way forward. The mountains were at her back and on her left, but she moved away from them, heading into the open. Far away, she could see something, a speck, but as she approached she realized it wasn't a speck or a shadow; it was a woman.
“I'm here,” she said, stopping just short of her.
The woman studied her. She was wearing a black, hooded cloak that masked her face, and it was rippling softly in the wind. After a moment she pulled down the hood, still staring at her solemnly. Her hair was long, bright copper, unbound and curly. It was being tossed around by the wind, coming into her face, but she ignored it. She was on the low end of twenty.
“Who are you?” Buffy asked.
The woman said nothing, but looked away, out at the sunset. Dusk was on the desert, and the sky was red.
“It's your time to walk here,” she said finally. Her hair was darker than the sky, almost purple.
Buffy's brows creased. “Walk where?”
“You are not ready yet.”
Questions didn't seem to be getting her anywhere, so she said nothing.
“You will be.”
They stood like that for a long time, the woman never looking away from the sun and the blood red sky. The wind was still tossing around her hair and her cloak.
“I'm sorry,” she said finally, and Buffy looked at her, realizing she too had been staring at the sky.
“Sorry?” she repeated, “Why?”
The woman groaned in response, dropping to her knees. Blood was dripping onto the sand, and her hand left a red mark where she'd caught herself
Buffy knelt beside her, fear twisting her gut. “What happened?”
“I'm sorry,” she said again. One of her hands was pressed to her stomach, the other curled in the sand. “But it's passed to you.”
1) The Butterfingers G. D. I. Stark Guide to Problem Solving by Epiphanyx7
Avengers verse
Starks' A. I. bots are building another bot. Adorable story.
So in the end there always ends up being some sort of tiny, insignificant anomaly --- not a mistake, or anything. Just a... a loophole, in the programming parameters. This line totally reminds me of a plotline from Freefall, and you can see another example of robots creating robots in Girl Genius.
2) A six-word story by Have to Believe. I don't know about you, but I think it's hilarious! Oh, and read the comments. Awesome. ;-)
3) I saw a comment by ReaderJane and recalled she wrote good stories. My Heart an Altar definitely fits the bill.
4) Estephia's Grief That Does Not Speak
Part of Giles knows what he’s doing. He’s punishing Angel the same way Dawn’s icy silences and Willow’s veiled inquiries are punishing him.
5) Red Satin Doll turned me onto Bone Dry 1013's Origin and Seasons. Brilliant. Really brilliant. Storyline is currently in season 1 at Never Kill a Boy... .
Started in 2012 but the storyline is still being written.
You must come...
Her skirt swirled around her as she made her way forward. The mountains were at her back and on her left, but she moved away from them, heading into the open. Far away, she could see something, a speck, but as she approached she realized it wasn't a speck or a shadow; it was a woman.
“I'm here,” she said, stopping just short of her.
The woman studied her. She was wearing a black, hooded cloak that masked her face, and it was rippling softly in the wind. After a moment she pulled down the hood, still staring at her solemnly. Her hair was long, bright copper, unbound and curly. It was being tossed around by the wind, coming into her face, but she ignored it. She was on the low end of twenty.
“Who are you?” Buffy asked.
The woman said nothing, but looked away, out at the sunset. Dusk was on the desert, and the sky was red.
“It's your time to walk here,” she said finally. Her hair was darker than the sky, almost purple.
Buffy's brows creased. “Walk where?”
“You are not ready yet.”
Questions didn't seem to be getting her anywhere, so she said nothing.
“You will be.”
They stood like that for a long time, the woman never looking away from the sun and the blood red sky. The wind was still tossing around her hair and her cloak.
“I'm sorry,” she said finally, and Buffy looked at her, realizing she too had been staring at the sky.
“Sorry?” she repeated, “Why?”
The woman groaned in response, dropping to her knees. Blood was dripping onto the sand, and her hand left a red mark where she'd caught herself
Buffy knelt beside her, fear twisting her gut. “What happened?”
“I'm sorry,” she said again. One of her hands was pressed to her stomach, the other curled in the sand. “But it's passed to you.”
