Oliver: "In the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy, Aragorn's lower body wear is never described. Therefore, he never wore pants and you can't prove otherwise."
My response...
Aragorn sighed as he collapsed on the bench. "Finally," he said. "I've been on my feet all day."
"Such is to be expected of a coronation, particularly one of this scale," said Arwen, approaching.
Aragorn smiled. "It was a good coronation, though, wasn't it?"
In a few weeks I'll be attending a ceremony to celebrate my aunt's 40th anniversary as a Catholic nun (and very close to her 60th birthday). As it turns out though, my respect for organised religion in general, and the Catholic Church in particular, hovers somewhere between cockroaches and Jeremy "Rhyming Slang" Hunt *. So can any of you suggest some choice lines?
Not long ago, I walked past a stall that smelled of those evenings I'd spend at my father's office as a kid, helping him get computers working, with a distinct scent of the blue and pink colours he insisted on painting the walls and the faintest whiff of those funny little black-and-white icons Macs used to have.
Last year, I was editor on the story A Scratch On Shining Armor, an epic tale of intrigue, romance, resentment and deception. It pairs a young, rebellious Vinyl Scratch, who's had repeated run-ins with the law, with a junior guard Shining Armor, and has them play off each other in some really interesting ways. If you haven't read it, give it a go.
MitchH just published a new story, and it's good. It's short, confusing, enjoyable and original (while also being an homage to classic sci fi). Saying more would spoil the weirdness, so just go and read All You Ponies now.
Bellmouth levitated a biscuit from the packet and carefully dunked it in his tea. This had to be done just right: dunk it too long and the biscuit could fall apart, too quick and it doesn't get the right blend of hot tea with dry biscuit. He took a satisfied mouthful. Fourty years working for the Equestrian Emergency Railway Service had given him ample time to get his dunking procedure just right.
A British Gentleman has set up a contest with an interesting premise: he wants to fill in the gaps in Fimfiction's genres, the things people don't usually write much of. The first one is:
First or second person HiE, with a FEMALE point of view character.
