hmmso anyway, two new short stories. i'm essentially finished with haptics but still not happy, and subtext i'm very happy with but not close to finished.
i'll see where they go.
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only living person in glendorathe only living person in glendoraonly living person in glendora
ACT I – SCENE I
Cast: ADAM – tall, well proportioned athletic type. brown hair and eyes, mid 20s. NEVE – lanky blue eyed blonde, adam's girlfriend, early 20s. FELIX – short and stocky with mussed black hair, a third wheel friend, mid 20s.
Setting: An underground, one room, concrete bomb shelter, in the backyard of a home in Glendora, in suburban California. Set during the end of the world as we know it (late 2007), shortly after the Rapture.
[curtains rise to a pitch black stage. An indecipherable ruckus is heard
by ~wallopingseeker
subtextA fifty percent chance to live past two years. Coming to terms with being the casualty of a coin flip is a hell of a chore. I've been losing massive amounts of spare change trying to simulate the odds. I'll keep track of every nickel, dime, and quarter, though. Could be a tax write off in there. Maybe the loss of hair and appetite will count for something too . While mother rants encouragement over the phone, another quarter gets flicked onto the table. It spins as a silver top for a few seconds, then comes to a rattling rest. The voice sputtering in my ear pleads for me to be strong, don't give up hope, considersubtext
by ~wallopingseeker
HapticsHalfway through the third race of the day, Special Appeal tripped over her own legs, causing her to tumble in half-a-cartwheel forward, trapping the rider beneath the flank of several hundred pounds of race horse. Danny wondered to himself if the paramedic sirens would startle the other horses. In his mind he could picture stallion after stallion panicking amongst the noise, throwing their diminutive riders from the stirrups. The EMTs would scurry in Loony Toons fashion, pulling gurney after gurney from the back of the ambulance, piling trampled midgets inside like so many sardines. The reality of the situation was far more boring. &nbsHaptics
by ~wallopingseeker
book of combustion - tract 87:1:2book of combustion - tract 8
fonder heart makes the absence grow.
i'm currently in the doldrums of emotion and creativity. these lapses in ability are haunting me, a faint reminder of the three-plus years i spent without producing a god damn thing. these traps are so easy to fall back into. i'm conditioned by complacency in every other facet of my life, and it's been such a struggle to chip away at the block like i have for the last few months. it's agonizing, really, to simultaneously know that you have a talent you're putting to waste but to know you probably don't have the level of ability required to make anything out of it. &nbs
by ~wallopingseeker
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RegretThe first time she came to me, I let her in my humble classroom with a smile. The students in the hallways crowded together at a safe distance; enough for a newcomer, but too much for a star. For her, it was like coming back to a good place, but something was slightly off… different. That different thing was the students, with their inquisitive faces, hardly knowing who she was, but knowing she was something important. Her long skirt silently brushed across the floor towards my open door.Regret
As her eyes scanned the room, I knew what she was thinking. I haven't changed, she thought. It was true; I hadn't changed. I studied her
by =RuseOfPoison
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Nice gallery, I think you've got something, keep writing!
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ily Brian <3 6/27/09
I try to sit and write but some days it just doesn't come, it always seems to come the best when I least expect it, but that doesn't mean I'm not gonna keep trying to write
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