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Quote: sulcus, Monday, 1 Jun 2009 13:14Dazed And Contused ... You know who you are by the way, my free will became a full blown assignment as I had, I now remember, removed the sample previously. YWO will do that to you, when you Free Will what you have removed. A resurrection, of sorts. So I am not your lost maiden...
Memory... What was that?
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Indelible red digits reached out to claw at his eyes. He shook the haze clear from them, to better confront that which he sought. The LED display blinked and then consumed the sentinel numbers. A Cerberus of three zeros licked themselves over with satisfaction. Midnight. No longer a mere immanence. The witching hour's guillotine had descended once again. They were all at large tonight. Vampires, werewolves, ghouls and zombies. Nightmare afflatus, borne upon the keening wind stalking his eaves. Or maybe it was this cunning legion of undead who had summoned up the wind from hell. In order to cushion the howls of their predatory approach. Wolfsbane, garlic, silver and icons. All were at their appointed stations this night. He gazed up at the moon. Dead satellite to us, yet war standard and pendulum pacemaker to the heartless host yonder. Strange how we look to it for our dreams. Yet it can only ever time us out. Send us scuttling like rats back to our clostered redoubts. Making each of us in our isolation, feel like we are the last mortal on earth. At least for as long as the outside world is given over to these wordless fiends. Such rapacious creatures, yet in such numbers as to constitute a mass. A community of sorts, in that they occupy a swathe of land. But what could be more ridiculous than to hold that they follow rules or maintain discipline ? They are singular silent assassins, feeding on carrion. Else they starved for nourishment, but still held their peace. With only the fragile vinculum of fibre optics now linking him to the rest of humanity, he turned back to address his computer. He pressed the pads of his fingers over his words adorning the monitor. Unloved words. Unheeded words. The plasma receded from his touch. Buckling and warping, spiralling his words away and out of his grasp. He jerked his fingers away but the sluice remained in place. Siphoning the rest of his world trail along after their predecessors. Lost to the world now. The wind piped a particularly goading lament. He peered in towards the hole in the scream. The plasma appeared to have spun some cobwebs where its surface convolved. Suddenly he lurched back, as the hole disgorged a vermillion sputum back in his direction. It appeared to be his letters. Ripped from their original orderings. Smeared in a blood red coagulate. Even the ether could not stand to have his words in its midsts. The bloodsuckers had claimed his soul after all, yet he had never left the sanctuary of his house.
This post was last edited by sulcus, 02 Jun 2009, 13:01
"A,B&E", "Not In My Name" and "52FF" (flash fiction anthology) all available on Amazon Kindle"How a psychopath makes sweet love. I can get you ringside. Royal box even."
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"Wagwan Ricky !" "Alright 'star. Wha'choo about now then?" "Chicken Village closed for der night now in'it ?" "Chicken Village ? Wha'choo go der for ? Food well mank mon" "Bain't be der food I'm innerested in. Guy sells us cider in'it!" "Yeah, course. Safe" "Wha'choo about here yerself for ? Someone call yer out on sumptin'?" "Nah. No vex with anyone. Just chillin' in'it ?" "What, on yer tod ? Past midnight an' all ? Billy NoBredrens is it ?" "Nah. If yer must know, I'm waitin' on someone" "Who's dat then ?" "Well, don' know xactly. I got dis note written in lipstick, landed on my desk at school. Said they really preash me an wanna meet up" "No name ? Sure it weren't apprecihate yer !" "Sure I'm sure. Writing were well schweet !" "How do yer know it was lippy and not written with a used tampon?" "'ck off !" "But yer don't know do yer ? Could be any one a number of mingers" "You're jis jealous" "Jealous ? I own you in that department in'it ! I don't go all schweet on 'em, but don't stop the flow none" "Don't be dissin' me bred. Go online to a forum fer that. I got me a date. Written in kissy ink" "Yeah but who's?" "I dunno do I ? School don't let the girls wear lippy so I don't know who wears dis colour' "She won't show mon. They never do. It's ta get yer standin' like a proper loser so they can all have a laugh. I bet someone's shootin' yer on their phone right now. Probably all over the Net already" "Nah. She'll turn up. I know she will. Probably jis off rinsing some smokes or booze or sumptin'"
This post was last edited by sulcus, 02 Jun 2009, 20:42
"A,B&E", "Not In My Name" and "52FF" (flash fiction anthology) all available on Amazon Kindle"How a psychopath makes sweet love. I can get you ringside. Royal box even."
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Okay, just Fantasy to go ... Nope, nothing. Sorry
This post was last edited by sulcus, 03 Jun 2009, 07:36
"A,B&E", "Not In My Name" and "52FF" (flash fiction anthology) all available on Amazon Kindle"How a psychopath makes sweet love. I can get you ringside. Royal box even."
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Ais
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One fantasy version, as ordered... Hunched in the dark alcove, alone, Sul kept a steady glower on simmer, seemingly watching the tavern's interior before him. In truth he was mulling over the next challenger, already days late. Sul had come down to the lower plains cities almost a month earlier, drawn by news of a contract to be won by only the mightiest. As an outcast, a freebooter who had travelled the continents armed only with his sword and wits, he felt that he had a chance to win this commission. At the palace he'd learned that it would not be so simple as that , first a series of challenges must be completed if he was to be considered worthy for this quest of ten champions. He must face five of the kingdom's best warriors and best them by wit and strength of his arms alone. Four had already fallen to his fists and so now he waited on the fifth. The sorcerous Dwarf of the guild had sworn on his beard that the fifth would be back in four days. Sul gave a sour grunt that became a low growl as one of the tavern's patrons came too close to his alcove. The man upon seeing those war-taught muscles and pitiless face, turned and hurriedly staggered away. How much longer. The thought came back and back again. I am a man of action, not a mere keeper of books who just sits and waits until needed. Snatching up the tankard, he quaffed the last of the special juices within and roared for a refill. They at least would not keep him waiting.
Work as if you live in the early days of a better nation - Alasdair Gray
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Quote: Ais, Wednesday, 3 Jun 2009 11:43One fantasy version, as ordered... Hunched in the dark alcove, alone, Sul kept a steady glower on simmer, seemingly watching the tavern's interior before him. In truth he was mulling over the next challenger, already days late. Sul had come down to the lower plains cities almost a month earlier, drawn by news of a contract to be won by only the mightiest. As an outcast, a freebooter who had travelled the continents armed only with his sword and wits, he felt that he had a chance to win this commission. At the palace he'd learned that it would not be so simple as that , first a series of challenges must be completed if he was to be considered worthy for this quest of ten champions. He must face five of the kingdom's best warriors and best them by wit and strength of his arms alone. Four had already fallen to his fists and so now he waited on the fifth. The sorcerous Dwarf of the guild had sworn on his beard that the fifth would be back in four days. Sul gave a sour grunt that became a low growl as one of the tavern's patrons came too close to his alcove. The man upon seeing those war-taught muscles and pitiless face, turned and hurriedly staggered away. How much longer. The thought came back and back again. I am a man of action, not a mere keeper of books who just sits and waits until needed. Snatching up the tankard, he quaffed the last of the special juices within and roared for a refill. They at least would not keep him waiting. Plucky effort Ais. Preash (to use the lingo of today)
"A,B&E", "Not In My Name" and "52FF" (flash fiction anthology) all available on Amazon Kindle"How a psychopath makes sweet love. I can get you ringside. Royal box even."
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Dim problemio bach - 'twas a bit hurried, but what the heck. Love the thread.
Work as if you live in the early days of a better nation - Alasdair Gray
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Quote: Ais, Wednesday, 3 Jun 2009 12:40Dim problemio bach - 'twas a bit hurried, but what the heck. Love the thread. Who are you calling Dim (even if that is Welsh !) I've got letters after my name I'll have you know. Sadly none behind my name, on the cover of a book ...
"A,B&E", "Not In My Name" and "52FF" (flash fiction anthology) all available on Amazon Kindle"How a psychopath makes sweet love. I can get you ringside. Royal box even."
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I ought to have titled this thread 'Sulcus Has got (no) Talent' and ask you to post your viotes as which should be my new chosen genre of the 4, having been roundly informed of the death of Literary Fiction (whistling wind and tumbleweeds). C'mon people, for every 300 words you post, I will cut 30 words from my prolix works and donate them to the needy (politicians with backs to the wall, football managers defending themselves against backhander charges etc).
"A,B&E", "Not In My Name" and "52FF" (flash fiction anthology) all available on Amazon Kindle"How a psychopath makes sweet love. I can get you ringside. Royal box even."
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Sorry for your loss. RIP literary fiction.
Definately go for horror, the vermillion sputum was a nice touch. What about romance?
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Another lightweight
02 Jun 2009, 07:29
