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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 11, 2010 3:47:33 GMT 1
10-11-10:
We walk through the old garden behind the stone walls at dawn. I used to welcome that time of day; it was when I'd finally get to go to bed after a night of drinking and whatever shit me and the guys would decide to do. Now, it means something more. It means we survived one more night, and we need to find whatever food we can. So me and the girl move quiet-like out here, just in case any newcomers still hang about, eating whoever they caught last night. Newcomers, heh. I sometimes forget they used to be human.
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 11, 2010 4:18:19 GMT 1
10 October 2010
The soldiers lined up, at attention, awaiting inspection. The sergeant burst into the room at 1010 hours, eyes cracked with anger.
"All right, you buncha miserable fuckbags. I'm going to ask a question, and you'd better have the right answer or I'll shitkick each and every one of you in the goddamn throat!"
He looked around, bewildered. "There's only ten of you here."
"Sir, yes, sir!" they responded together.
"So it was one of you who set my alarm ten minutes fast this morning."
"Sir, yes, sir."
He remembered the date: October 10, 2010. "Fellas, that is fucking hi-larious."
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Post by jklinders on Oct 11, 2010 4:45:07 GMT 1
Awesome Knight just bloody awesome.
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 11, 2010 5:26:00 GMT 1
Thanks, linders!
Though, I totally stole Buch's idea of doing a ten-themed story. xD
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 11, 2010 8:46:11 GMT 1
Nice, Knight! In the end I couldn't think of anything - that was hi-larious.
11th October 2010
The surgery had gone well but achieved nothing. Re sat in a patronisingly-warm staff room, watching Janice dip a bourbon biscuit into a plastic water cup.
'Well,' Janice almost whistled, 'cold water softens just as well as hot tea.'
'Does i-what?' Re muttered, thinking about Mr Barrymore's leukaemia.
'I'd rather assumed it was the heat.' Janice was a doctor.
Re watched Janice breathe. Trying to catch the brilliant diagnosis that the biscuit had led her to. After a while she asked, 'You thought the heat of the tea melts a biscuit? They are baked!'
They shared a smile.
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Post by Nemonus on Oct 11, 2010 18:33:12 GMT 1
Knight, you're winning at this so far!
Here's another con-inspired one. I might like to do more with this character.
October 11
My mother always said to hold on to what you love, whether it's a person or a pet or a stuffed animal.
So I hold on to this, even though you might not call it love. I'm her biggest fan--it says so on my t-shirt. I sit in front of the TV and watch the award shows--watching her hands, really, the rounded tips under the nails and the way she moves them just like anybody else moves their hands. I get a bit teary sometimes.
One day I'll meet her backstage "by accident". It's all planned out.
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 11, 2010 20:15:14 GMT 1
lol, I'm not winning. I'm probably the only one here with enough time on my hands to smother myself with. xD
11 October 2010
This is a strange case.
Indeed.
It appears this man is dead.
It certainly seems that way.
By Jove, I wonder how this happened.
I do believe he fell from that window.
Which would that be?
The only one that has been curiously smashed open.
So it is.
Indeed.
Do you believe he smashed the window after he fell from it?
I hardly think that's possible.
Do you?
If he were to fall from it, the window would first have to be smashed open.
If you don't mind, I believe this hypothesis of yours warrants further investigation.
Indeed.
Indeed.
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 11, 2010 23:41:11 GMT 1
That one is one of my favourites. For some reason it made me think of Family Guy Knight you really are doing brilliantly at this.
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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 12, 2010 5:35:51 GMT 1
It was nonfic day again for me. Right, time to lay the hell down already.
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 12, 2010 10:24:17 GMT 1
Get that head down, Chants. You don't want to be left behind!
October 12th, 2010
When someone really dies, you wonder if he's really dead.
In a film it's perfectly clear: a sad crescendo, spilled life-blood, big hole in his forehead, his friend or lover elongating the word 'no'. All his plotlines resolved. In reality the bloke just stops talking and looks like he's either staring or asleep. Right in the middle of everything.
And for days you think 'When exactly did he die?' You analyse the specifics of death with a fervour you've never bothered with before. The last heartbeat? No, the last whimpered thought. When exactly did Mr Barrymore think that thought?
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 12, 2010 13:04:50 GMT 1
I feel like I'm stretching now. xD
12 October 2010
I was three leagues out to sea, when I came to the disappointing conclusion that I know one nautical term: league. How am I ever supposed to write 100 words about sailing with such a poor vocabulary?
Sure, I can say that the waves crashed against my boat, but how descriptive is that? What kind of sea story am I trying to write here? Obviously, not a well-researched one.
I mean, honestly, I feel sorrier for you. Because you have to read this thing, knowing you won't get much more than waves and boats and variations of the two.
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 12, 2010 15:03:02 GMT 1
The first line there made me laugh out loud in a library.
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Post by Nemonus on Oct 12, 2010 18:27:07 GMT 1
Yeah, Knight, that is one excellent first line. Buch, I really liked your entry for today too!
Here's my attempt at a non-ironic, non-subverted action scene. Of course I pick the most layered-with-associations fight of them all, knight vs. dragon.
October 12
The dragon whipped around and opened its maw and spewed hot lava-breath out into the courtyard. The horse buckled beneath me and I felt my knees hit the ground and the armor on my left side grow hot like an oven. I don't remember how I avoided being crushed by the horse or tagged by the dragon when I scaled the ladder, but then I was up on the rampart and uncouching my lance. The dragon turned within the courtyard, its snake-tail flowing behind it as the wings rose to try and give it more maneuvering space. I threw.
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Post by ommadawn on Oct 12, 2010 23:47:12 GMT 1
Hot damn. This is quality stuff, all of you!
It makes me regret not having a stab myself, you guys have inspired me so much here. Well, I've been away on holidays anyway, with zero cell coverage or internet so I couldn't have participated anyway, but still!
Wow!
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 13, 2010 0:47:42 GMT 1
Omma, so help me if you didn't bring us back any souvenirs! >=D
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