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For the Snark was a Boojum, you see.

Microfiction: Lateral Move [Nov. 12th, 2009|07:56 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]

Mint numbness pushed into Frank's knucklejoints like his hands were
only gristle and bone.

"Should have brought my gloves," he growled, reaching for the doorknob.

Though he'd never admit it, he watched his hand reaching out in order
to make sure it still had flesh on it. Frank glanced at his cigarette
hand for the same unacknowledged reason, tapping off ash.

The door opened onto a plumped white plain, flecks swirling in the wind.

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Microfiction: Fen [Nov. 10th, 2009|07:25 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]

As I stood in the snow looking at the half-covered corpse, I
remembered that the Neo-Nipponese believe that snow meanss the gods
are so filled with desire for the world, that there's a bukkake party
in Heaven.

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Microfiction: Clover [Nov. 9th, 2009|06:37 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]

Phil hated Metro newbies.

As he watched the woman fumble with her construction of magnetic tape and paper, he considered how much time he was losing.

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Microfiction: Made of This [Nov. 5th, 2009|12:36 pm]
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[Current Mood | tired]

The thing didn't quite blot out the sky, but it made a good stab at
it. And stab was the word, with its surfboard-sized black obsidian
blades and toddler-sized myrtle scales.

The missiles didn't seem to affect it, though they caused it to expel
a gas that smelled of soy sauce and raisins that made the explosions
appear periwinkle and mauve.

Steven Turner was glad that the missiles had little effect other than
to rock the thing, as he was busy climbing on it. The teardrop shape
had suggested something to him, and he was carefully climbing down a
thick, jagged cord that seemed to link the thing to the ground.

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Microfiction: Processing [Nov. 4th, 2009|04:59 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]

For a change, Casimir didn't mind it when his wireless connection slowed.

"Got you," he said, watching as the display on the back of his hand
triangulated the encoded packets inside the local splayband ecosystem.
The hand-coded GUI was minimalist, just an arrow and a popup where the
packet dump pit-pattered faster than Casimir's heartbeat.

His method for getting past the gunmetal-grey door that the lime green
arrow pointed out to him was old-fashioned. He pulled the display off
his hand and pocketed it before he exerted himself with the crowbar.

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Microfiction: Viral Marketing [Nov. 4th, 2009|12:21 am]
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[Current Mood | awake]

The white vial glistened in his hand like a newly-shed baby tooth, pillow-ready.

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Microfiction: Gee Too Punt Wan [Nov. 2nd, 2009|06:53 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]

To say the neighborhood had seen better days would be to say that
Napoleon had a bit of a sticky time of it at Waterloo.

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Microfiction: Retool [Nov. 2nd, 2009|05:44 pm]
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[Current Location |United States, District of Columbia, Washington]
[Current Mood | hungry]

Mayor Pollux knew the Swarm was coming. He looked at the HUD projected in ghostly pinks and yellows on the wall and shook his head.

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Microfiction: Digest-Sized Romeo and Juliet with Squids [Oct. 29th, 2009|08:44 pm]
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[Current Mood | random]
[Current Music |"Marble House" by the Knife]

Romeo and Juliet are from warring families.

Romeo and Juliet see each other at a party and fall in love, which makes things difficult for them. Sloppy makeouts make it better, almost.

After some death involving those close to them and some shouting about pox, Romeo and Juliet secretly fuck, because that's what you do to stave off the fear of death. Lots of pretty things are said, and very little is said about Juliet's belly expanding like a slowly loosening fist.

To escape marriage to a French city, Juliet contrives to escape by faking her own death with some designer roofies.

However, her messenger to Romeo is eaten by a squid, and thus, believing Juliet dead, Romeo fights a squid in a kung-fu battle in slow motion that ends with Romeo white, dead, and covered with red sucker marks like coffee rings on an old placemat.

When she wakes up, Juliet wails a lot, but subsequently gets over it and gets involved in some fan fiction with her nurse.
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Microfiction: Aphorism Crisscross Crisis Black [Oct. 28th, 2009|06:21 pm]
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[Current Mood | crazy]

"Listen," said Lachlann. "I know we're thousands of light years from
Earth and our surgeon is dead."

"It wouldn't be a problem if the autodoc was at full capacity," repeated Selma.

"I know, I know," Lachlann said, cracking his knuckles. "But... You
know me. As an engineer, I've dabbled in a lot of things. Including
things that are supposed to be hard. Especially things that are
supposedly difficult."

Selma blinked and sniffled.

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Microfiction: Predictably Meta [Oct. 27th, 2009|07:06 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]

Joey stared at the screen and scowled.

"They say," he told the screen, "that if you have writer's block, you
write about writer's block."

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Microfiction: Cynical SF Story Concentrate [Oct. 27th, 2009|01:11 am]
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[Current Mood | busy]

Zeke pushed the chrome-and-pleather lever on his time machine. The sun
hopped swiftly across the sky, whipping past his head, strobing light
and darkness, like a bad rave. His stomach roiled and he kept patting
his hair, trying to detect the wind that wasn't there, because he felt
like he was rushing headlong without actually moving.

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Microfiction: Syncope [Oct. 23rd, 2009|11:31 pm]
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[Current Location |United States, Hyattsville, Nicholson St, 2637]
[Current Mood | overworked]
[Current Music |"I Am" by Covenant]

Gary's friends didn't believe his girlfriend was real.

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Personal Financial Aid [Sep. 28th, 2009|03:28 pm]
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[Current Mood | awake]

After my own bout of financial difficulty, I would be remiss to mention that Blade and his family could also use a little help, and probably deserve it more than me.

http://helpthehamiltons.wordpress.com/
http://community.livejournal.com/hthauction/

For those of you who aren't familiar with my old college crowd, Blade aka [info]vaxjedi and I go way back. Some of the old NC crowd who still follow my LJ might even remember him from when he worked with me at Wake Forest in NC.

Spread the word.

In other news, I hope to have the stories flowing again soon. I've been a bad boy and not making the time, and I need to knuckle under again.
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Thanks Again [Aug. 14th, 2009|01:52 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]

I got paid today, which means I'm firmly out of the woods again. Most of you who lent me money should have gotten an email giving it back to you, plus interest (or not, if that's what you requested). If you don't get anything by Monday and was expecting something, email me.

Knock on wood, but I believe that this has gotten me out of a cycle of going negative in my account balance and being charged out the bum by my bank.
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HE'S BACK [Aug. 10th, 2009|05:20 pm]
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[Current Mood | sick]

So, I don't really have time for a story today, in part because I'm ill, but it's been a long time so I want to remind you to sing:

HOT PINK JESUS FROM OUTER SPACE
HERE TO SAVE THE HUMAN RACE
EVEN IF HE HAS TO SMASH IN YOUR STUPID FACE
HOT PINK JESUS FROM OUTER SPACE

As usual, feel free to add your own verses. :)
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Thank You! [Aug. 7th, 2009|01:33 pm]
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[Current Mood | crazy]
[Current Music |Rotersand -- Almost Wasted]

Thanks to my friends all over, I now have enough to go positive in my bank account, plus a comfortable cushion in case of overdraft fees before PayPal finally gets the money in my real bank account. Y'all will get paid back, with 5% interest, on the 15th.

Some of you didn't want the 5%, and I'll be respecting that. The objection is that it's worse than some of those paycheck loan places, and I guess my response is that (A) I don't do this often and (B) for the amounts we're talking about, it's still cheaper than the overdraft fees that Bank of America is charging me.
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Microfiction: Side Maths [Aug. 6th, 2009|06:08 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]

Let J be a human female.

Let W be the perfect mystical hermaphrodite, attempting to assimilate all of humanity by viewing each human as a function and engaging in an alchemical convolution to destroy itself and any given person (such as J) to result in a new W -- W' if you prefer -- that incorporates the best of all humans that have been assimilated up to that point.

So far, each version of W or W' or W'' or whatever smelled of your favorite childhood meal and frustrated mereological essentialism.

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E-Begging [Aug. 6th, 2009|03:31 pm]
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[Current Mood | aggravated]

THANK YOU, EVERYONE, I THINK I'M GOOD NOW. Y'ALL ARE AWESOME. :)



I have enough to go positive in my bank account, plus a comfortable cushion in case of overdraft fees before PayPal finally gets the money in my real bank account. Y'all will get paid back, with 5% interest, on the 15th.

Original post below.

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Microfiction: Maths [Aug. 5th, 2009|06:18 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]

I will explain, child.

Let X be a human male. Let Y be a human female. Let Z be another human male.

X loved Y.

Z loved Y. Z was also more handsome and rich than X.

But Y considered X to be "sweet", so she had trouble deciding between X and Z, and X's attempts to give up Y in favor of Z only endeared Y toward X even more.

Let X be a mathematician and an occultist of the Pythagorean mold, with wide eyes and a scent not unlike a permanent marker.

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Microfiction: Salty Sweet [Aug. 4th, 2009|05:44 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]

Hal swaggered into the cubical. His shoulders were broad enough that he had to turn a little to enter.

No one else was in the cube. The beige fabric walls were bare, except for a single post-it with a phone number doodled on it.

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Microfiction: Doublemint Crisis [Aug. 3rd, 2009|06:58 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]

Ron smiled when Mary arrived.

"Adding curves to the end of my day," he said. "You're late, though."

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Microfiction: Truce Sinister [Jul. 31st, 2009|07:01 pm]
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[Current Mood | tired]

"Hello," whispered the voice, without inflection.

Jon blinked and looked around. The apartment was cluttered with half-open boxes, but no one else was there. He'd turned off everything electronic as the hums had aggravated his headache, so it wasn't the TV or the laptop.

"Hello," whispered the voice. It was exactly the same, like a recording, but... No hum, no white noise or background sound.

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Microfiction: Paved [Jul. 30th, 2009|06:19 pm]
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[Current Mood | annoyed]

The box was squat and black and angular, with CITY PAPER painted in white on the side. The font was cleverly kerned.

The man walking past the box was a lot less squat, and his skin and eyes and hair seemed to be the same shade of brown as his suit, with just a tiny difference between all four colors. The hair was shiniest.

The man glanced down and saw the woman's face pushing against the inside window of the box. The face was pale and framed by cloud-white dreadlocks. The transparent plastic between the man and the face reflected his shoes.

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Microfiction: New Girl [Jul. 29th, 2009|06:40 pm]
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[Current Mood | exhausted]

Cheryl turned when she heard a strange shuffling noise behind her.

The man was blocking the entrance to the cubicle. He seemed to tower despite being shorter than Cheryl. He was squat and pale and he scowled, and she could smell the grease in his hair.

"You," he said, drawling. "You and your pert breasts and skyblue eyes and short, professional haircut..."

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Microfiction: Linnaean [Jul. 28th, 2009|05:44 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]

Dr. Austin Corbin sat and concentrated only on his breathing, in through his nose and out through his mouth. His eyes were closed, and his universe existed only in that moment, air sliding cold through his nostrils and warm out his mouth, the lips still somewhat cool in the air-conditioned room.

Just as Dr. Corbin finished breathing out, the eternal moment ended with a sharp pressure on his left shoulder.

He opened his eyes and looked to his left, seeing a short, stocky man with even, brown skin and strangely bland features, though the man's utter lack of hair, including eyebrows, made him stand out.

"Are you Dr. Corbin?" asked the man.

Corbin stood up, towering a full foot above the other man.

Corbin said, "Yes. And you are the extra-terrestrial intelligence that emailed the IETI project?"

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Microfiction: Washington with Pterodactyls [Jun. 26th, 2009|04:26 pm]
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[Current Mood | anxious]

As I stepped out the door of the apartment, carefully adjusting my slicker, a brown-white glop fell on my shoulder.

I looked up and saw a flock of nemis, mostly males resplendent in their summer mating hair, silver and copper and alabaster, in hypnotic striped patterns. There were some bare patches on some of the wings, which fit with the mange epidemic I'd be reading about.

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Microfiction: Pattern [Jun. 25th, 2009|04:44 pm]
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[Current Mood | tired]

I felt particularly racist that morning, which was making it difficult to concentrate.

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Microfiction: Ecology [Jun. 24th, 2009|05:04 pm]
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[Current Mood | crazy]

We were playing Monopoly by moonlight and candles when it started.

I was winning, and I had my favorite piece, the shoe. To my left was the thimble's player, Margaret, shaped like a luscious pear and about as hairless, and across from me was the wheelbarrow's player, Gail, with skin the color of good shoe leather and lips that always shone, even without lipstick. At my right and several inches shorter than me even when sitting down was Gene, who was paying more attention to the ladies and less attention to the game than I was, though he had loudly insisted on the racecar.

I was moving the shoe onto Park Place, which would have allowed me to complete another set of properties, when Gene went pale, and started muttering about what an utter waste of time this was.

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Microfiction: Surflection [Jun. 23rd, 2009|07:06 pm]
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[Current Mood | exhausted]

The Metro car was mostly empty. Closest to me was a woman on the tail end of her thirties, who kept making these tiny wet sounds with her mouth that made it impossible for me to read.

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Microfiction: Misfiring Nailgun [Jun. 22nd, 2009|07:19 pm]
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[Current Mood | exhausted]

I reached out to shake his hand. It looked like a piece of deer meat that had been in laid out for a day on a desert plateau.

I looked around the room. The leather in the chair I hovered over, or the matching couch he sat on, looked only slighly better than him. Slightly less wrinkled. There was nothing else in the room, not even a table.

But the grip was firm, and though the face matched the hand yet with gunmetal grey frizz added, the eyes were clear and the color of acorns.

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By The Way... [Jun. 22nd, 2009|07:17 pm]
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[Current Mood | optimistic]

I finally went back and gave titles to all the microficion for this year that didn't have one. Opinions welcome.
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Microfiction: Scape [Jun. 18th, 2009|04:34 pm]
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[Current Mood | lazy]

Rust showed through the white paint on the bars, but they were still much too thick to break, with cores uncorrupted and unbending.

More of a problem was what remained of the shelf that had once served as a bed, now a collection of moss, russet shards, and spiders fat with eggs that Elijah squatted next to.

Elijah himself was a sort of collection. In his case, he seemed to be a pile of sharp joints, skin the color of sun-faded chocolate, and hair so white and bristly it could have been used in a toothbrush.

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Microfiction: Know Dualism [Jun. 17th, 2009|04:53 pm]
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[Current Mood | lazy]

It took a little while after waking for Vincent to realize something was wrong.

He woke quickly, and could feel the blood pulsing in every vein, full to nearly bursting. It felt gorgeous, like he'd been running all-out and the endorphins had kicked in.

Vincent spent several minutes just enjoying the feeling of being awake, before he tried to slick back his hair.

And discovered he had hooves.

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Microfiction: U 1.794 [Jun. 16th, 2009|03:56 pm]
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[Current Mood | crazy]

The professor was short, with ears like mug handles and a mustache like moss on an overhanging rock.

He wrote with an orange dry-erase marker and smiled at the students as they came in. He even smiled at the tall, unclothed young gentleman with an old-fashioned Colt pistol in his right hand.

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Microfiction: Oniontown [Jun. 15th, 2009|05:18 pm]
[Current Location |fic]
[Current Mood | crazy]

It's not easy being made of cardboard, but Beowulf of Oniontown made up for it with a fierce name, piercing blue eyes drawn with a fountain pen, and sheer bravado.

Little Jonah of Oniontown trailed behind Beowulf as he kicked down the door. Luckily, the door was also made of cardboard, so Beowulf only creased himself a little in the process.

Jonah, on the other hand, carefully made sure his own creases were still in place, since he was made of folded newsprint.

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Last Twenty Stories [Jun. 15th, 2009|04:19 pm]
[Current Mood | busy]

In case you were wondering, the last 20 stories we inspired by this:

http://www.tennscreen.com/plots.htm
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Microfiction: Twenty Acres of Decision [Jun. 11th, 2009|07:48 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]

Theodore Blank wafted up to the counter of the 7-11. He looked like pale coils of ethernet cabling bundled with wrinkled burlap.

He put $200 on the counter, all for lottery tickets, minus one travel pack of Kleenex.

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Microfiction: Nineteen's Ascension [Jun. 3rd, 2009|06:11 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]

When Mrs. Farber looked at the plus sign on the home pregnancy test, already deciding to make a doctor's appointment, she said: "Fuck it, we'll just name it Nineteen."

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(Microfiction) Wretched Excess: Age 18 [Jun. 1st, 2009|04:47 pm]
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[Current Mood | sleepy]

On the fifth day of the experiment, Joe Manning started to hallucinate.

Manning wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the discipline. Remaining
intoxicated continually, without alcohol poisoning, required a very
careful regime.

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Microfiction: Discovery on Day 17 [May. 29th, 2009|06:04 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]

Day 11. Exhausted. Tired of hauling stone after goddamn stone. This deep, half the time, the stone crumbles, sprinkling a fine green powder that reminds me of green sugar, like you'd get in Pixy Stix.

Boss has returned from back surgery. Not using enough medication made him grumpy. He doesn't exactly yell, but it's like he's disappointed in all of us. Reminds us of procedure, especially ones we've never heard of.

He's always covered in the green powder, even though he isn't hauling any rocks.

( Day 12 )
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Microfiction: Sacrifice in Sixteen Minutes [May. 28th, 2009|04:02 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]

Pay attention, kiddies. There will be a quiz at the end.

Two men in a room alone, and the nearly subsonic trill of an air
conditioner. Only one door, of solid oak. A table and two chairs, one
man per chair. A camera in one corner, wired into the wall and angled so
it could see both men. Notably, the camera had certain disconnected
wires that attested to its lack of audio capacity.

The private surrender talks had gone on for fifteen minutes, but the
President of the United States of America would not budge.

"America believes -- even unto death -- in the principles of
representative democracy," said the President. "We will not capitulate
to a foreign power, one that does not represent our people. Period. End
stop. End of discussion."

He stood up, but the other man put out a hand. Even the air conditioner
paused.

"Wait," said the Canadian Prime Minister, placing a finely-tooled pistol
on the table, angular and black and aggressively unmarked to the point
of being nearly iconic.

"I'll make you an offer," said the Prime Minister. "If you shoot
yourself in the head... I'll consider myself outvoted. I'll call off the
invasion, and I'll get the Mexicans to stop as well."

The President sat back down.

He picked up the gun, and felt its heft. Then, he placed it in his
mouth, angled the gun upward, and slowly squeezed the trigger.

( MULTIPLE CHOICE ENDING )
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Microfiction: Forbidden Love at Fifteen [May. 22nd, 2009|05:00 pm]
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[Current Mood | crazy]

At fifteen years of age, Rob Adams declared his undying and, most
importantly, physical as well as metaphysical love for his
limited edition vinyl copy of the album "Hopes and Fears" by the British
piano rock band Keane.

He was not ashamed of his love, and was seen by his schoolmates "making
out" with the record, vigorously wriggling his peach-pink tongue in the
album's spindle hole.

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Microfiction: Fourteen-Love [May. 21st, 2009|05:58 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]

It was her eyes that always got him. Slightly pinched, always a little watery, and the same color as the unglazed mug she always carried around.

"I love you, Fourteen," he said, taking her empty hand.

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Microfiction: Maturation at 13 [May. 20th, 2009|05:35 pm]
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The man was wrinkled yet pink, like someone had left him in the bathtub
for too long. A smeared rectangle of fuzz was wrapped around his
shoulders, and he was leaning on a crooked, warty tube of wood.

Jonny watched the man through the window while he blew on the candles,
counting them as he blew. One, two, three, four...

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Microfiction: A Dozen Transformations [May. 19th, 2009|06:00 pm]
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1. His mother told him she wasn't angry, but disappointed. Dave barely
understood, but his perspective shifted and twisted, and
he saw things as she did for an infinite breath that he remembered until
puberty. He threw up, all acid and sugar, and hated himself for it.

2. Helen Peterson was bending over in the hoop skirt she was wearing for
choir. Dave looked, mugging with double exaggeration so his friends
would see and laugh... But the genial curve -- the flip shape -- made
him step back and forth in his robes, and he never looked at Helen
without flushing again.

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Microfiction: Elva's Metamorphosis [May. 4th, 2009|05:35 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]

Elva Östman finished coughing into the receiver and said, "So, I really can't make it."

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Microfiction: The Ten Temptations of the Kitty Christ [Apr. 28th, 2009|10:57 pm]
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[Current Mood | busy]
[Current Music |Fucking Boyfriend (Peaches Remix) -- The Bird and the Bee]

And while He was alone in the wilderness, Lucy, the Cat of the Morning, came before Kitty Christ to tempt Him to join her in her rebellion against the One God, Jayvah, Lord of the Purring Hosts.

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Microfiction: Underdog #9 [Apr. 28th, 2009|10:55 pm]
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[Current Mood | awake]
[Current Music |Blue Jeans -- Ladytron]

The Champion was undefeated. He was a solid seven feet tall, muscled and round from time on a high gravity world. His skin was the color of tar left for a day in the sun, and his teeth and eyes contrasted brightly. So long as he was the last man standing, he would be allowed to breed with the Queen in as brutal or as gentle a manner as he liked.

"Another underdog enters the ring," rang out the announcer with a voice that, even from the orbiting speakers, sounded like a barker from a carnival at the dawn of Man. "Will he defeat the Champion and replace him? Or will he join the eight men who went before him? With fifteen hours left in the endurance trial, it’s anyone’s game…"

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Microfiction: Rivalry of the Eighth Age [Apr. 28th, 2009|10:51 pm]
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[Current Mood | full]
[Current Music |Is It Medicine -- The Knife]

In the Seventh Age of Man, it came to pass that two men fell in love with the same woman.

This was an unusual thing in the Seventh Age, as most men not only had more than enough women to choose from, but they often chose each other, in greater proportion than in the Sixth Age.

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