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Post by Battlechantress on May 27, 2011 22:29:52 GMT 1
I plan to do this next month, since I haven't written jack squat since my "procrastination-thon" that was Script Frenzy in April. It's probably not the most popular time to do it given the time of year, but what the hell.
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Post by Mister Buch on May 27, 2011 23:45:25 GMT 1
I'm tempted by this, but not sure.... In any case, enjoy and do post your entries here.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jun 2, 2011 3:13:13 GMT 1
Nonfic day. I may or may not write fiction entries this week.
1 June 2011
I used to think a lot of silly things when I heard the word "lupus". Most of them were about wolves. Some of them were about the autoimmune disease itself. None of them would ever apply to me. If I heard somebody had been diagnosed with it, my heart would go out to them, as I had always heard Very Bad Things about it. Up until a few years ago, most of them were true and the prognosis rather grim. Nobody in my family had it (that I knew of), so last Thursday morning held an unpleasant surprise for me.
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Post by Mister Buch on Jun 2, 2011 15:53:39 GMT 1
Well-written, Chantress. The wolves bit struck a chord here - me too.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jun 2, 2011 16:07:50 GMT 1
Thanks, Buch. Continuing the nonfic "theme" for today, at least.
2 June 2011
It is never a good sign when a doctor takes it upon his or herself to call you directly at 7:30 in the morning. Yet that is what happened last Thursday. One moment, you plan on sleeping in because the puppy woke you up at 3 a.m. again, and the next you're up and stumbling through the house wondering why and how the hell you ended up with not one but two "old people" illnesses. The lab called later to tell me that the Lyme test was negative. I'd rather have that than RA and ELS right now.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jun 3, 2011 22:12:50 GMT 1
That should read "SLE" in yesterday's entry. Sorry, I haven't been feeling well for a few weeks. Anyway, here's the next entry. I guess it's fiction.
3 June 2011
"Are you getting up?"
There's a brief moment of silence as the world goes dark again. Time passes, or at least it seems to. The darkness eventually gives way to dark red and a pungent smell before fading to a pale blue. The odor lingers, however. Words float through the air with no apparent direction or context in a colorless stream. I just let them pass by.
I can briefly understand one sentence. "Come on, it can't hurt that bad." My mouth would answer that it most certainly can- if I could find it.
I wonder what have I become?
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Post by Mister Buch on Jun 4, 2011 0:45:48 GMT 1
I like that one too. And the last line is clever since it's not perfectly clear what she has become.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jun 4, 2011 15:59:31 GMT 1
These characters just showed up in my head while I was getting ready to do farm chores this morning. I haven't a clue where this is headed.
4 June 2011
Adams was still trying to get used to his new crew member while he descended into the bowels of the Yaxerti. The cruiser had once been part of an escort for a slave ship owned by the Innerspace Corporation, but three generations later it still had an aura of despair surrounding it.
"What is your function, robot?"
The pale android blinked her pink eyes once. "To answer stupid questions," she finally said.
"Your creators didn't do a good job of programming you, did they?"
"They gave me the ability to reason. I don't think they fully appreciated this aspect."
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Post by Battlechantress on Jun 5, 2011 23:56:43 GMT 1
It's been a difficult day, so I just made a nonfic entry because my brain can't come up with anything else. I won't bother posting it here.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jun 7, 2011 1:28:58 GMT 1
I think this is related to the 3 June entry.
6 June 2011
Night has descended upon the clearing where the shell has fallen, cracked and oozing. It continues to emit a pungent odor, like fresh seaweed and burning sulfur. A brief glance might tell a less cautious set of eyes that it almost looked human. Two coyotes briefly consider stuffing themselves full on the remains before them, but the noisome smell overwhelms them as they draw closer. They snort repeatedly as they turn away and sprint back into the woods. They do not see the faint wet trail that leads away from the shell towards a slow-moving river to the south.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jun 8, 2011 1:08:31 GMT 1
I worked with a survivor of a horse auction known for sending horses to become steaks down in Mexico today. Since I doubt people really want to read about our adventure, I won't post the actual entry about the experience here.
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Post by Mister Buch on Jun 8, 2011 1:16:06 GMT 1
You tease us, Chantress People.... eat horse meat? It seems like everything I say to you is childlike incredulity about some ordinary thing I never heard of, but - people EAT horses?
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Post by Battlechantress on Jun 8, 2011 1:26:12 GMT 1
Yeah, the French and Japanese do primarily, but they aren't the only ones. Mexicans reportedly make a kind of stew out of them, chiefly for the peasants. If you ever want to lose your lunch, ask me how the Mexicans slaughter horses (illegal slaughterhouses in Florida do much the same) sometime. The Canadians are a bit more humane about it.
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Post by Cali on Jun 8, 2011 1:54:30 GMT 1
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Jun 9, 2011 22:07:44 GMT 1
A belgian delicacy is made from them.
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