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Story Shots: Rudy the Magic Chicken
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Tuesday, October 19, 2010. Rudy the Magic Chicken. Once upon a time, there was a farm on which lived a chicken named Rudy. Rudy thought he was magic. He approached a horse to inform him of this fact. Hello, chicken," said the horse. I'm a Magic Chicken! No, you're not," said the horse. October 19, 2010 at 5:50 PM. October 19, 2010 at 5:51 PM. Anonymous because I dont have all the fancy sign in accounts. This is Tim.aka.The Thickness. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to Story Shots.
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Story Shots: August 2009
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Thursday, August 27, 2009. The Writer chortled, the evil sound ringing in his ears like stale frosting on a forty-year-old wedding cake. He had done it! All these months of struggle, the agony of dedication and desire, all coming together in the sweet triumph of victory. Or was it the sweet victory of triumph? Abruptly, The Writer's nice desktop picture (a full-color image of the top of a desk) blinked out. It was replaced by a solid blue screen with white text. Jack W. Regan. Wednesday, August 26, 2009.
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Story Shots: The Diabolical Cow
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009. Long black shadows clung to the bases of trees and the foundation of the farmhouse like tattered dress socks. As the sun sank, its light and warmth deserted the farm's 100 acres, causing evil to roam. Evil had a name. Evil had a shape. Evil even had its own trough and favorite grazing spots. Evil was named Mort, and Mort was shaped like a cow, because he was one. Moo hoo ha ha! I've been shitting on his lawn for weeks now, and it only seems to get greener! Jack W. Regan. Welco...
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Story Shots: The Writer
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Thursday, August 27, 2009. The Writer chortled, the evil sound ringing in his ears like stale frosting on a forty-year-old wedding cake. He had done it! All these months of struggle, the agony of dedication and desire, all coming together in the sweet triumph of victory. Or was it the sweet victory of triumph? Abruptly, The Writer's nice desktop picture (a full-color image of the top of a desk) blinked out. It was replaced by a solid blue screen with white text. Jack W. Regan. August 28, 2009 at 4:34 PM.
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Story Shots: Porky's Ambition - Completed
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Wednesday, August 26, 2009. Porky's Ambition - Completed. Glistened on Porky Wobblstein's. Brow He wiped the back of a meaty hand across his forehead and paused in his exertion to take a few deep breaths. He hadn't worked this hard in years and now remembered why he hated it so much. It made him tired and weepy. But he had a job to do and he wasn't going to let a little adversity stop him. Bracing himself, he lunged forward again. He stretched both arms forward, hands straining, fingers grasping. And so ...
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Story Shots: October 2010
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Thursday, October 28, 2010. Fierce wind lashed the deck of the SS Invisible Possum. As she plowed through the roiling seas. It screamed through the rigging and turned the sails into wild, thrashing beasts. The surface of these seas (all of them, as far as the glass longeyes could see) was like corrugated cardboard, if corrugated cardboard's corrugations were made of water, and moving, and had fish in them. Tonight, the corrugations were big and wild, and the fish were angry and bitey. Go fetch me scowl!
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Story Shots: Barthelme
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Wednesday, August 26, 2009. Lumpy Meerkat sneered at his wife. I will not call you that," she said, putting the finishing touches on her painting of two children throwing popcorn at each other in a canoe. But I thought you loved me," he said. I do But I am not going to call you Lumpy Meerkat. It is a stupid name for a super hero." The canoe was yellow, and it was floating on the surface of a lake with a lot of lillypads on it. And all of those times we whistled in the rain together? Jack W. Regan. The wo...
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Story Shots: September 2009
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009. Long black shadows clung to the bases of trees and the foundation of the farmhouse like tattered dress socks. As the sun sank, its light and warmth deserted the farm's 100 acres, causing evil to roam. Evil had a name. Evil had a shape. Evil even had its own trough and favorite grazing spots. Evil was named Mort, and Mort was shaped like a cow, because he was one. Moo hoo ha ha! I've been shitting on his lawn for weeks now, and it only seems to get greener! The Blog of Stupid.
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Story Shots: For Ransom
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Thursday, November 4, 2010. Harvey's captor, a stocky man in a ski mask and rainbow suspenders lowered his cell phone, covering the receiver with his hand. He scowled at Harvey. "Would you shut your neckface hole before I rip it off? I'm talkin' to the boss here! Harvey rolled his eyes. "See, that's another thing I feel you could develop a little more. 'Neckface hole'? Brad Can I call you Brad? Look, Brent, I'm just saying that if you're going to make threats, they should at least make some. Justin snapp...
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Story Shots: Forgotten Lands
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Thursday, October 28, 2010. Fierce wind lashed the deck of the SS Invisible Possum. As she plowed through the roiling seas. It screamed through the rigging and turned the sails into wild, thrashing beasts. The surface of these seas (all of them, as far as the glass longeyes could see) was like corrugated cardboard, if corrugated cardboard's corrugations were made of water, and moving, and had fish in them. Tonight, the corrugations were big and wild, and the fish were angry and bitey. Go fetch me scowl!