Writing Workshop 4

[hustling_rube]

Hello, all. Our next Writing Workshop may seem deceptively simple. Once again, I nicked from Brian Kiteley:
Loving. Write about a person you love. This apparently simple instruction may be more difficult than you think. What makes us love people? How do we avoid being sentimental when describing the attributes that make someone loveable? You

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[playingstupid]

We were just friends, really. Brothers. It had been years, from campaign to campaign, and we know each other better than anyone else. He had been there when I lost my father, was there to talk to about my sister, to contemplate politics and to argue semantics. They were the best of friends. Really-- brothers. As close as friends could be.

I remember when I saw Sam again, when I visited him in New York on my way to see Bartlet. The memory is crystal-clear, vivid and bathed in detail. We hadn't seen each other in years, and it was so good -so good- to see him again. I still remember the pang in my heart when I saw him again, how good that hug felt. It was like coming home, that feeling. Talking like we had seen each other yesterday, smiling at nothing at all. I remember the little details. How Sam's hair fell in his face, the glint in his eyes. The way those clear blue eyes cut through the bullshit, my bullshit especially. And the way he knew him, knew the details I didn't say-about Hoynes, about the election. Only Sam has ever known

[killerbeautiful]

WAH. WAAAAAAHH. ALKSGJSLKFSJD. I WORSHIP THE GROUND YOU WALK ON. *cries*

[douxquemiel]

Awww! Thanks!!!

I seriously forgot about this until you reminded me, and I re-read it, and it's MUCH BETTER than I remember. *pats self on back*

Josh misses Sam ZOMG SO MUCH. So sad, soooo sad.

[echolls_cursed]

The first time I really understood what love was, it was too late to do anything about it. Sure, you can say you love someone, but anyone can say words... it's the whole meaning them thing that's hard

[playingstupid]

Deeeeelightful. And so true. Much love, much love. <3

Very nice writing, and an excellent characterization of their relationship.

[neptune_sleuth]

People always say there's a thin line between love and hate, but I'm not sure there's a line at all. Passion is passion no matter what the cause

*flails* That's exactly what drives her entirely mad about him. She can't bring herself to be indifferent, and it's irritating as hell.

[m_pinocchio]

The most appropriate thing about it was how it happened. Look, here's how it was: I was lost and confused and close to the point of giving up completely. In fact, maybe if I had then things would have been easier, but the fact remains that I didn't, not that way. Here's how it was: I was hurt. The bookshelf happened to be there and it seemed like the thing to do at the time. And then there she was, and she touched me. That in itself was so strange: to be touched, because someone wants to touch you. She wanted to extend her personal sphere to mine and join the two for that few seconds of contact. Mindblowing. And then, of course, the seconds turned into minutes, which later became hours and days and weeks to bring us up to now, but then it was just that short span of time and an eclipsed span of distance. Fingers on skin. Nervous signals. Simple. It was supposed to be simple. Even the truth of who she was seemed simple at the time. Somewhere underneath everything I was remembering that nothing is ever really simple and that maybe

[faramir_hurin]

Exceeds post length, so here's a link to Faramir's journal. He is everything to me, he always has been.

[halliwell_angel]

Here. Way too long for a comment, at least I think.