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A random person on the street...
Oct. 3rd, 2009 01:49 pmAll roads used to lead to Rome. That's because Rome built the damn things themselves.
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Microfiction
Mar. 18th, 2009 10:55 amHere's a bit of microfiction I've had sitting on my hard drive for a while. Nothing polished in any way. I'm not a writer, I just come up with weird ideas for fictional backgrounds and try to describe them. That's why almost all of my microfiction ends up being a monologue ;)
Anyway...
The man pulled back the cowl on his cloak and once again reflected on how he was out of place. He looked at the people around him, young men and women, not one over 20 years old, gathered around a campfire. He was different from these people, to be certain. For one, he wore a cloak, which stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the collection of gaudy and over-revealing outfits that those in his audience wore. But more importantly, while he looked not past his 20s himself, he was twice their age. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and his cloak shimmered, like only an object of its type can.
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The man pulled back the cowl on his cloak and once again reflected on how he was out of place. He looked at the people around him, young men and women, not one over 20 years old, gathered around a campfire. He was different from these people, to be certain. For one, he wore a cloak, which stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the collection of gaudy and over-revealing outfits that those in his audience wore. But more importantly, while he looked not past his 20s himself, he was twice their age. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and his cloak shimmered, like only an object of its type can.
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Microfiction: An interlude at the IHOP...
May. 16th, 2008 08:57 amWithout warning, a middle aged man sat across from me in the booth at IHOP, interrupting my solitary breakfast. He looked at me and said, "I'm the most powerful mind in the universe."
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Another random idea: The OTHER D'ni
Mar. 5th, 2008 11:54 am(as an aside, I'm liking this new phone - I typed most of this out on my way to work while on the bus.)
This is a translation found in a text found in the caverns of New Mexico in 1987. It was one of the first artifacts fully translated in the efforts to investigate the ruins found there, which were later identified as Sko Prad.
Herein is the story of the exodus from Garternay, being a history of our beginning, as told by Dhenahlem, the first Loremaster.
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This is a translation found in a text found in the caverns of New Mexico in 1987. It was one of the first artifacts fully translated in the efforts to investigate the ruins found there, which were later identified as Sko Prad.
Herein is the story of the exodus from Garternay, being a history of our beginning, as told by Dhenahlem, the first Loremaster.
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Notion: Crystalpunk
Feb. 27th, 2008 07:18 amUnder the blasting, thudding beat of the dance music, Ken (aka DJ Grid) almost missed the buzz of his cell phone. He checked the text, "Daedalus gave us the word. It's on. 11:43pm your time." He looked at his watch. That was only five minutes. He was going to have to time this just right. He pulled a CD from his pack and slipped it into his laptop.
With expert motions and timing, he transitioned seamlessly from the dance song already playing into the special mix he'd been working on for years, a industrial-trance fusion remix of "You've Got to Fight for Your Right to Party." The complex interplay of three baselines, each based on the Fibonacci sequence, pounded into the mass of dancers on the floor.
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With expert motions and timing, he transitioned seamlessly from the dance song already playing into the special mix he'd been working on for years, a industrial-trance fusion remix of "You've Got to Fight for Your Right to Party." The complex interplay of three baselines, each based on the Fibonacci sequence, pounded into the mass of dancers on the floor.
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SupaFreak activated her teleporter device, and in a shower of sparks and a flash of blue light, she reformed at the entrance portal of the base. It looked uncommonly empty. She called, "Is anyone here?"
"Hey! It's just me right now!" Antiope called from the next room. "I'm in the workshop."
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"Hey! It's just me right now!" Antiope called from the next room. "I'm in the workshop."
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Microfiction - Super Insurance
Jan. 31st, 2006 08:17 amSusan gritted her teeth, trying to remain calm, "I still don't understand why my claim has been denied. I have full insurance for superhero battles!"
Mr. Atkins looked at Susan over his glasses, like a teacher looking at a difficult child. "Okay Miss Hammond, let's go over the circumstances of your claim again."
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Mr. Atkins looked at Susan over his glasses, like a teacher looking at a difficult child. "Okay Miss Hammond, let's go over the circumstances of your claim again."
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Microfiction
Nov. 29th, 2004 08:51 pm"So, let's begin," said Michael, queuing up his Powerpoint presentation on the projector. "Let me remind you that this data is rated Cherubim level - revealing it to personages of lower security levels is considered...unwise."
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Quick Question
Aug. 22nd, 2002 11:14 pmTell me what you think of teh following quote from a novel:
"Suburbia is desolate landscape, Zane. It's been scoured bare by prime time TV, 9-5 jobs and too many meetings with the PTA." Jay gave me a surprisingly serious look. "But underneath it all is the pressure of lifetimes of repressed emotions. There is a volcano waiting to happen at the end of every cul-de-sac. "
He sat down on the curb. "When Mt. Cherry Blossom Lane blew, I got hit full in the face with all of that energy. I start seeing weird shit and figured out I could do even weirder shit. That's what is happening to you, too."
He looked up at me. "You're not a part of the suburban wasteland anymore. You are Outside now, man. And you can't go back in. No one else understands and would probably burn us at the stake if they did."
I sat down next to him. "So, what do we do?"
"We watch each other's back. We stay low. We take care of our business when no one is watching."
-The Subdivision Wars
