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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 19, 2010 15:26:57 GMT 1
Aw man I have a spelling error in mine. I was SO tired. Damn.
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 19, 2010 19:36:00 GMT 1
Again I've written ahead by two days, to give myself some free time.
20th October 2010
'Did this P. N. Guin leave an address?' Batman sounds pissed at us. I can hear his voice by leaning into the telephone speaker. Admiral Fangschliester says no, and Batman thanks us. Sarcastic. I adjust my miniskirt.
'Disposing of pre-atomic submarines to persons who don't even leave their full addresses? Good-day, Admiral.'
We're silent. I'm blushing. The phone goes dead. We want to be angry but we can't.
But... no.
No.
Pentagon intelligence has just been scolded by a nameless vigilante in a skintight purple bat costume.
I turn around, dig out a service revolver, shaking.
No.
KAPOW!
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21st October 2010
Peter laughed. 'With my twenty-eight years against His thousands, I have met God's greatest accomplishment! Let! There! Be! Life!'
Laurie thought it ought to be 'light', but he remained silent.
Before the lever could be pulled there was a clanging at the door. A muted sneer before shouts.
The townsfolk.
'No! Mah-ster!'
'Be silent, now! Shut up!'
'But what shall we doooo!'
'Shut up.'
They had come for blood. They were going to hurt him. He froze. Scared. Desperately looking for ways out.
They hammered the door with big fists.
Laurie, for once, wasn't afraid. Did not understand.
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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 19, 2010 19:56:42 GMT 1
Um, you've got another typo in the 21st entry ("thouht"). I like the Batman entry.
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 19, 2010 20:15:03 GMT 1
Thanks.
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 19, 2010 23:14:47 GMT 1
19 October 2010
Well, you can see it on the highway through Oakland, in the old houses that hardly have a scrap of their original paint clinging to them. In the crammed railcar as it moves dead-slow beneath the bay.
In the eyes of the homeless who crowd Market Street, in their voices when they tell you that they can't get out. In the tears of a man who was robbed in broad daylight, and in the withered hands of a mother on her way to her third job of the day.
Yeah, saw it myself once. The American Dream at work.
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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 20, 2010 3:30:14 GMT 1
Good entry, Knight. A better effort from "The Thief With No Face" theme (not great, but less crappy at least): 10-20-10 "How much tranquilizer do we have left?" I asked Thomas. "Enough to knock out a horse." Not the answer I wanted to hear. "Will it actually bring down an elephant?" He looked at me and shrugged. Honestly, we should have just taken it all and done ourselves in. It would've been a lot more convenient, but probably a lot less fun. I didn't see it that way that night though. I should have, but I didn't. I was too high from the thrill of stealing again, and it was going to bite us in the ass in about fifteen hours. Edit: Make that 10-20. I sometimes manage to know what day it is.
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 20, 2010 23:44:39 GMT 1
20 October 2010
I have one goal in life, and you've hindered it. I've used your products faithfully over the last few decades, but I've just about had it. The physical and mental anguish that I've suffered cannot be explained in words.
I've not eaten in weeks. A shop is a luxury I do not have out here in the desert, and I depend on you to ensure I'm fed. If you do not change your standards of quality soon, your best customer will be taking his well-earned money elsewhere.
Damn you, Acme Corporation. Damn you to hell.
Sincerely,
Wile E. Coyote, Supergenius
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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 20, 2010 23:58:45 GMT 1
ROFL that was great!
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Post by Nemonus on Oct 21, 2010 1:43:35 GMT 1
10/19
"You're wasting your time. Every single person who ever said you'd inspired them will forget. They'll busy themselves with grocery shopping or their new crush and you'll be dust again. And you're fooling yourself. You're not smart, you're not better. They laugh at you. It's cute how serious you think you are."
"That's not true. I've got vision. I'm a writer. I'm immortal."
"A writer! For internet forums and paperback magazines! How can you call yourself creative?"
"I have to."
"That's sad. Confidence is just psychology and chemicals."
"I go on somehow."
"You don't deserve to."
"Yes I do."
10/20
Maureen's hawk hung in the air above the forest, barely flapping. Michael's scouted ahead, long wings cutting through the air. Micheal pulled himself up onto the boulder, breathing heavily and dragging his bag of herbs behind him.
"Anything?" Micheal asked.
"Not yet." Maureen put her fingers to her lips and whistled. Her hawk flashed one golden glance back and dipped a wing that sent it wheeling down toward her.
Micheal shook her arm. "Look. What's that?"
She caught view of it almost immediately, a little emerald shape winging through the blue. "Is that..."
"I think so. It's a dragon familiar."
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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 21, 2010 15:43:31 GMT 1
Nonfic day. I feel like shit and can't come up with anything else.
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 22, 2010 2:10:53 GMT 1
21 October 2010
The weight of the world gives me some sort of crazy backache that just sticks with me, no matter what I do. I never asked for this, but then again, no one ever asks for anything they're dealt in life. Why should my case be any different?
It's a bit nerve-wracking, knowing that your decisions can make or break everything. How you react could get someone killed. How long you hesitate could burn down a city.
Do you act with heart or mind? Body or soul? Which way will get the least amount of people killed?
Too many questions...
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 22, 2010 2:41:56 GMT 1
I loved the Wile E Coyote entry! And Nemo, yours on the 19th was really interesting. Makes you re-read and think.
Here's my latest:
22nd October 2010
The stinking corpses and animalistic screams don't even seem frightening now that he's said it. They're nothing to this.
'...possessed by demons...'
I didn't let myself listen to the rest of the sentence, beginning or end. Drowned myself in the familiar, medical horror. Things people said earlier. Better theories. Disease. Spread by saliva. Infected with rage. Haitian magic.
I don't believe in demons. The creatures - that's what we're all calling them now, I just realised - they're not human. I know.
I don't believe in God.
It's one thing not to know where I am in the dark, in this room...
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Post by Nemonus on Oct 22, 2010 6:08:36 GMT 1
Thanks, Buch. I really like your latest one too; very creepy, and sortof toys with the idea of an atheist living in an undeniably spiritual world. Or at least that's what I got out of it--feel free for it to play as a straight fantasy story too.
This one is based on some old, old characters who occasionally just start talking to me and won't leave.
10/21
"I'm pretty sure," Strykyn said, leaning back and ruffling his wings, "that my species exists purely to prove that evolution doesn't."
"You really don't know where you come from?"
"No.
"So how's life with you? What name are you going by now?"
"Tried Sheherezade for a while, but that's no name for gunfights. We're making a good living getting hired to kill each other. He's the best there is with space, and I'm the best with time. We have a good thresh until the money runs out or the gangs change hands, and we survive them. It works."
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This one is, if it's not obvious, attached to my 10/20. When all else fails, steal from His Dark Materials write about magic animals.
10/22
The emissary's dragon familiar was a kaleidoscope of greens and golds and whites, and Maureen's hawk mantled as he felt how much she envied it. She reached up and buried her fingers in his breast feathers, scratching at the warm, pocked skin like he liked to try to reassure him.
But that was a beautiful familiar. The emissary walked between two long rows of castle-dwellers, and Micheal put a finger to his lips and said "Shh" when Maureen's hawk made a quiet eep eep ee of disapproval. His own bird was staring at every person in line in turn.
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 22, 2010 14:58:47 GMT 1
Cheers. That was very much the idea. I was watching a zombie movie and I started thinking supernatural monsters would be way scarier for atheists - your life and your beliefs are threatened. Once again I've written ahead a bit. This is just such a busy month for me so I have to cheat a bit! 23rd october 2010And suddenly the mob was upon them, stopping the doorway's light and shrinking the laboratory. They coursed in, sweating and threatening. When Laurie finally understood the danger he staggered behind Peter. ' I have no home,' Peter had said. ' Hunted... despised...' Now the hunchback saw that it was true. ' And I shall show the world... that I can be its master!' he'd said. Laurie had believed him. The man at the head of the crowd slapped Peter's face, making him stagger and wobble his fingers self-consciously. The atomic supermen were still inert. When the thugs noticed them, they laughed. Laughed? 24th October 2010-What do you think? -Yeah, not bad. Have you ever read The World's Shortest Story? -What? No. What did you think of MY very short stories? -I've read shorter. How come they all end so sadly? -What? -Every one of your entries is miserable, Chris. I think the only one with a glimpse of happiness at the end was the one where you were eating McDonalds. -Well! It's not necessarily McDonalds, and it's not necessarily me talking. See, the poet's voice... -Were you eating McDonalds when you wrote it? -Yes. -Write a happy one, okay? Without any pop-culture references. 25th October 2010The sun was out, despite the clean, cold breeze. Eli Rosenblatt had to adjust his eyes as he stepped onto his drive, but the discomfort cheered him. As he always did on bright weekends, he started thinking about seasonal affective disorder, and how there really was a lot of truth to it, you know. Maybe tomorrow he'd start on his thesis. Because, you know, once you get started, that's the hardest part, right there. He turned his head, but at the worst moment. As Eli breathed cool air, Darth Vader came down from the planet Vulcan and melted his brain.
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 22, 2010 23:57:08 GMT 1
22 October 2010
Do you believe in God?
Define God.
You know what I mean.
I don't think I do, boyo.
Fine. Do you believe in a Creator?
In what sense?
The First Cause: a Creator of the universe.
This universe?
Everything, you dolt.
Everything in this universe?
No, that's...Fine, let's go with that.
Well, I don't know. I've known a few people who've taken credit for it. Some say the universe is God. Descartes claimed that the universe exists because we think it does. Some people think Orson Scott Card did it.
Forget it.
I can't.
Why?
The universe will disappear.
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