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2010-05-13 11:42 pm

Ignorance is Bliss [micro-fiction]

Ignorance is Bliss
(50 words)

On the second day of Spring, after peasantry and workers counted their winter losses, the King called forth all soothsayers and philosophers, cut out their tongues, and, for good measure, threw every book and pen down a well. 

From that day hence, only the King's prophet possessed gift of speech.       

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2010-05-12 01:28 pm

Life in Northern Latitudes [micro-fiction]

Life in Northern Latitudes
(50 words)

We're happy you've recovered from the ravages of that wolf. His thick saliva dripped from your skin for over a month, and then you cried and cried, hiding your shining face behind the naked trees, all of us wet with your tears.

We've missed you, and your long warm days.

 
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2010-05-11 02:16 pm

Finding Something to Talk About

Finding Something to Talk About
(50 words)

Contrary to Grandma's advice, speaking with newly met Americans about politics and religion wasn't at all a recipe for social disaster. Although, remaining mum on matters of education and childhood was always best. Better to entertain with discussions of worldly matters than to remind others of opportunities they never had.

   
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2010-05-09 02:31 am

Too Soon [micro-fiction]

Too Soon
(50 words)

Half awake from the heavy press of a reclining body. The mattress shifts. For just a moment, the warm squeeze of a hand on her shoulder. Breath against her ear. 

"I need to tell you something," an intimate whisper.

"Tell me what?" She rolls over, realizing it was a dream. 
 
 
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2010-05-05 06:52 pm

Moving On To The Next [micro-fiction]

Moving On To The Next
(50 words)

The old crone hardly left a taste in his mouth. She’s gone now. Nothing left but an oversized nightgown, thin fabric adorned with faded flowers. Oddly, the gown fits his frame, but only after he discards his furs, stuffing them under the bed.

He waits for the girl in red.

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2010-05-04 03:57 pm

A personal reminder from writer-self to self, and a tad ranty...

Today I'm having yet another self-confirming "you need to write novel-length literary fiction that confronts the disaffected, alienated, and estranged aspects of (post)modern life and how people cope or fail to cope with it, so just stop fussing with ideas that try to mold themselves into popular genres that all of your friends read because you're mashing a square peg into a round hole every time you try. So stop. Just stop."

I know this sounds sort of stupid, but, realizing that many, most, or all of my friends and family might NOT be my story audience is, probably, the most important realization evah.

Please pardon my blunt little rant )

\o/ 
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2010-05-04 11:48 am

Was It Animal Instinct? [micro-fiction]

Was It Animal Instinct?
(50 words)

On the morning of the earthquake, she sat in her pajamas at the computer wasting time. A sudden bout of laziness weighed her down.

Then the ground roared, the door-frame jolted, the floor leapt out of sync with her steps. She hurtled forward, thankful she wasn't naked in the shower.

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2010-05-04 12:46 am

In His Deams [micro-fiction]

In His Dreams
(50 words)

"I only dream of people from my past," he says. He rolls to his side, clutching the blankets, drawing them up to his chin. "Last night, I dreamt of you."

Eyes closed, he waits for sleep to return him to solitude, and hopes that when he wakes she is gone.

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2010-04-03 12:04 am

If you suspect you know me...

...you probably do.

Future home of cat's original flashfic, sagas, and origific remixes, plus random blathering about the art/craft/structure/anti-structure of stories.

Finished fiction and open discussions will be public.

Drafts, outlines, and other writerly musings not fit for public consumption will be friends locked.