tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23749528.post7150315648479897048..comments2023-09-08T09:24:38.306-06:00Comments on Susan Adrian: THE DUFF: Interview with Kody Keplinger and giveaway!Susan Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10730673696950405605noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23749528.post-4021659839128162822010-09-10T00:37:45.775-06:002010-09-10T00:37:45.775-06:00*sigh* Interviews like these always make me want t...*sigh* Interviews like these always make me want to rush out to buy a copy of the author's book. I need some realistic snarkiness in my life.<br /><br />If no other interview has sold me, this one sure did! If that makes sense.<br /><br />Anyway, I love the idea of writing some flash fiction. Here's my entry. 87 words.<br /><br />She strode down the hall sipping her cherry Coke, red Converse shoes tip-tapping on the linoleum.<br /><br />“Hey, Anna.”<br /><br />She looked up, planting a hand on her hip.<br /> <br />“What now, Duncan?” She raised an eyebrow. What the hell was he smiling for? He looked like he was about to puke, he was so nervous. <br /><br />“Er, wanna go out for spaghetti sometime?” His voice shook, just like the rest of him did.<br /><br />God, this was so stupid.<br /><br />She laughed. “No way in hell would I go out with a DUFF like you.”squintohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17393098107266962992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23749528.post-27581112246649008872010-09-09T22:23:31.138-06:002010-09-09T22:23:31.138-06:00Way to make us work for it! :) Been hearing DUFF b...Way to make us work for it! :) Been hearing DUFF buzz forever, but this great interview sold me. Thank you both. Buying a copy no matter what.<br /><br />Exactly 100 words from the P.O.V. of tonight's new fictional friend, Luis:<br /><br />Giovanni’s was slow. I sat at the counter gargling Cherry Coke while my brother, Manny, wiped down Parmesan shakers and complained about what a lazy slob I was. <br /><br />I swallowed. “I’m not legally old enough to work here, Man.” <br /><br />The door opened. Alicia Aguilar walked in. I dove off my barstool and bent over to re-tie my red Converse, hoping she wouldn’t recognize my big butt.<br />“Hi Luis.”<br />I stood. “Hey.”<br />“Your family still own this place?”<br />“Yep,” Manny said. “Luis made tonight’s special. Spaghetti.”<br />“I want it then.” <br />Luis, the DUFF, receiving some Damn Unexpected Fine Female attention. Hmm.Lori W.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15513938828806159874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23749528.post-17086611088867081022010-09-09T21:51:55.470-06:002010-09-09T21:51:55.470-06:00I sipped my cherry coke walking through the gymnas...I sipped my cherry coke walking through the gymnasium doors. I placed it on the bottom row of the bleachers and joined the circle already in progress. Our coach gave instructions. I pressed the pleats of my skirt and took my spot in front of the bleachers. Not two minutes into the game, I heard two boys from the visiting school whisper and point in my direction. <br />“She’s the DUFF. Look! She didn’t even shave her legs.”<br />I pretended to look at my red Converse shoes. Damn it. The hair and mom’s spaghetti added five pounds to my thunder thighs.<br /><br /><br /><br />Btw, thanks for the interview. VERY informative.Latoya Allowayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00318940641933205875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23749528.post-85519108141141594472010-09-09T16:10:58.076-06:002010-09-09T16:10:58.076-06:00Here you go; 99 words. :).....
The doctor's g...Here you go; 99 words. :).....<br /><br />The doctor's gaze was solemn. "I'm sorry, Mrs.—" <br />"No!" The diet cherry Coke keeping my hands busy exploded on the linoleum. I got as far as the emergency room door before my knees buckled. I stared at one of her red Converse shoes under the bed. It was splattered with the spaghetti I'd thrown at her when she refused to eat. Again. She hated being called the Duff; wanted to be skinny. I wanted her to be healthy. How did she find my pills? Didn't she know too much ephedrine could kill? Sobbing, I crawled toward her. <br />"No…"<br /><br />Great interview, and contest!<br /><br />DebDeborah Smallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17582655689614863667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23749528.post-52590535740906800822010-09-09T16:09:21.063-06:002010-09-09T16:09:21.063-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.Deborah Smallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17582655689614863667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23749528.post-84954001982642091892010-09-09T09:16:22.117-06:002010-09-09T09:16:22.117-06:00Forgive the parody. Don't know why this came t...Forgive the parody. Don't know why this came to mind, but it did...<br /><br />-----<br /><br />"You have to eat something. There's more to life than cherry coke." <br /><br />"Oh yeah? Like what? Spaghetti?"<br /><br />Edward's gaze fell to his red Converse shoes. He licked his lips. "Yeah. Exactly. A good, hearty meal…"<br /><br />It took about two seconds to register. I dropped my soda on the ground. I wanted to run, but I froze.<br /><br />“You know, Bella,” said Edward, taking a step closer, his caramel colored eyes turning black. “You’ve never been the DUFF. You’re perfect.”<br /><br />His fangs pierced the flesh of my neck. My knees went weak. Instead of cherry coke, I’d soon be craving blood.Samantha Véranthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07446488761214047647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23749528.post-55114647232439659232010-09-09T08:42:50.867-06:002010-09-09T08:42:50.867-06:00If it's not open internationally, you can disr...If it's not open internationally, you can disregard mine as well. <br />I desperately want to read this book though. It's sound great, by epic proportions.Mairead.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05192321117160840212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23749528.post-72835407480769683722010-09-08T13:43:06.830-06:002010-09-08T13:43:06.830-06:00Just one minor question... is it open internationa...Just one minor question... is it open internationally? :D<br />If not, please disregard my entry.<br />Loved the interview, by the way :)<br /><br />“Did you see the new girl?” Marcy whispered as she opened her locker.<br />“The one with the red Converse?” Lucy smirked.<br />“Yeah, and the bottle of… what was it, Alice?” Marcy asked.<br />“Sherry coke. She said it was good with spaghetti.” The other girl replied darkly.<br />“Ew, sherry coke and spaghetti?” Lucy said, appalled. <br /> “I know! And her clothes are just horrid,” Alice whispered back.<br />“She’s so going to be the DUFF of the month,” Marcy observed as they watched the girl cross the lawn.<br />“More like the Ugly Duckling, really,” remarked Lucy, snickering as they went to their classes.Mandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17092195932787748553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23749528.post-50260768263095276732010-09-08T10:18:16.404-06:002010-09-08T10:18:16.404-06:00Sorry, both of Mairead S. entries are mine. I'...Sorry, both of Mairead S. entries are mine. I'm just a techotard today. Another Duff moment. <br />Great interview, by the way. Very insightful, and very funny to boot.Mairead.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05192321117160840212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23749528.post-2964129460946681602010-09-08T10:05:13.718-06:002010-09-08T10:05:13.718-06:00I slick on some cherry coke lip balm and fluff up ...I slick on some cherry coke lip balm and fluff up my hair, feeling pretty good about myself and walk out of the bathroom, head held down after the habit of a life time. A pair of red converse are in my way, as is the VERY cute wearer. I glance up and he grins. <br />Maybe my luck’s about to change.<br /> He touches his cheek, softly, smiling. I quirk an eyebrow, but kiss him softly where he pats. His laughter haunts me, as do the following seven words:<br />“You’ve got spaghetti sauce on your face.” <br />Oh, yeah, I’m a DUFF.Mairead S.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23749528.post-12358981841954218862010-09-08T10:03:11.317-06:002010-09-08T10:03:11.317-06:00I slick on some cherry coke lip balm and fluff up ...I slick on some cherry coke lip balm and fluff up my hair, felling pretty good about myself and walk out of the bathroom, head held down after the habit of a life time. A pair of red converse are in my way, as is the VERY cute wearer. I glance up and he grins. <br />Maybe my luck’s about to change.<br /> He touches his cheek, softly, smiling. I quirk an eyebrow, but kiss him softly where he pats. His laughter haunts me, as do the following seven words:<br />“You’ve got spaghetti sauce on your face.” <br />Oh, yeah, I’m a DUFF.Mairead S.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23749528.post-76749024475111527452010-09-08T09:40:59.139-06:002010-09-08T09:40:59.139-06:00Great interview! I've heard such good buzz abo...Great interview! I've heard such good buzz about this book--can't wait to read it. :)<br /><br />Here's my humble contest offering:<br /><br />I don't care what anybody says, "skinny" does not feel as good as spaghetti tastes. Washed down with a cherry Coke--bliss. If the red Converse shoes are the only things in my closet that don't pinch, so be it. DUFF, here I come. Screw you, skinny friends. Enjoy your celery.Linda G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04576828490765434497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23749528.post-86534535741063122152010-09-08T09:21:30.789-06:002010-09-08T09:21:30.789-06:00“Good gracious, Hil, what have you been eating?”
...“Good gracious, Hil, what have you been eating?”<br /><br />Bethany greets me with a scathing tone I recognize too well. I try not to look at her spaghetti-thin arms, but looking down reveals my thunder thighs—not much better. I concentrate on the red Converse I stole from my younger sister.<br /><br />“Hilary, seriously, what is this crap? Cherry Coke? You know soda is your kryptonite.”<br /><br />Without warning, Bethany tosses the half-full can into the trash. I try to ignore the anger that flames. If I have any chance at never again being the DUFF, Beth is the girl to follow.Génette Woodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12805509818115271601noreply@blogger.com