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The annihilation of the human race is nothing personal, it seems. 8221; and “FREDDY STARR ATE MY ALIEN” with glee. This was a few days after their fleet had arrived in the vicinity of Mars, and a few days before they had sent ambassadors to every major city on Earth. They had come bearing beautiful gifts and concealing deadly ones. This entry was posted on Friday, January 22nd, 2010 at 2:10 PM and is filed under Fiction. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. From your own site.
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Mostly Other Things: #fridayflash "Verklempt"
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His eyes widened into chasms of uncertainty as time slowed. He flailed in mental stop-motion, ineffectually grasping to regain hold of it. Dust motes sparkled, twinkling a slow waltz in front of his eyes. His mind buzzed with the electric hum of a thousand devastating consequences. Potential - shattering into the dull smithereens of decayed dreams. The cat in the closed box winked. 8230;…………. 8220;It’s okay, honey. We can reschedule for another night if you have to work,” she sighed. 8220;Of course I do!
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Mazzz in Leeds: #FridayFlash: Dreamers
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Friday, 4 December 2009. Their long limbs that made Them tower over us. Their bodies covered, not in fur, but in impossible materials. Their small, flat ears. They spoke to us in our language, and said They came as friends. How could we not believe Them - we knew nothing of enemies, then, either. Or treachery. Or lies. How did Their world grow without Dreamers to urge it along? Remember the feeling of unease when we woke up the next day to find a big cloud over our land, making it almost as dark as night?
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Escape Velocity | Skycycler
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I lift one of his arms. Another. I weigh them carefully on my palms and notice the muscles of his upper body have begun to atrophy. His skin puckered, greying in my grip. I remember it differently. Taut. As he moves fungal puffs of air rise from beneath the wadding. 8216;Easy.’ He says it rasping through gritted teeth. ‘That hurts.’. 8216;Jesus.’. 8216;Nothing.’. 8216;Really, it’s nothing.’. How can I tell him that this youth, this vitality, is everything? 8216;Dad.’. 8216;Thanks.’. 8217; He smirks at th...
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Chicken Dance | Skycycler
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That summer of 1986 was my last in single figures. I marked the days off in this diary – a Christmas present – with a sense of disbelief. My fingers instantly remember its heft. This was the first in an unbroken chain of journals. The slim pencil still here, hiding in the spine, this randomised leatherette grain, the impressive gold lettering and inside, yes! Me: ‘Is that the Queen’s sister? Mother: ‘No, she is a shopkeeper’s daughter. She is also our Prime Minister.’. Me: ‘What about him? Is he the King?
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Mostly Other Things: #fridayflash Glass Door
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She walked to her own vehicle, fussing with her camera. He watched as she maneuvered through the lot and drove away. He stepped out into the dissipated light of the cloudy day and shuffled towards his truck. His leg was giving him pain today, which was nothing new either. After coming home wounded from Vietnam, pain was his only companion. The only one he could trust, anyhow. A beautiful, tender portrait of someone most of us try to avoid. Its a tragic story, but youve given him some degree of comfor...
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MYTH GEMS FROM THE ASHES | The Art Salon of Caroline Nevin
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The Art Salon of Caroline Nevin. CAROLINE NEVIN: Paintings and Drawings. MYTH GEMS FROM THE ASHES. THE INJURY SERIES: PART II. MYTH GEMS FROM THE ASHES. The Emancipation of Eve. Myth Weavers: Constructing Beauty and Power. How can we as women function in a healthy manner when we subconsciously view ourselves as ‘the root of all evil’? The Taming of the Fox. Romulus, Remus and Wolf Mother. Leave one →. January 18, 2010 4:12 am. January 20, 2010 7:38 am. January 20, 2010 4:59 pm. January 20, 2010 5:26 pm.
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Bo | Skycycler
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Of the Bo culture, and whether the recent extinction warranted United Nations commemoration, and so it was only natural that she and I board a boxy airfreight out of Kolkata bound for the Andaman Islands community at Port Blair. She slept fitfully, woke fretting. In contrast, I slept the sleep of the dead. When I woke the 34 Bo words for. Played across my mind. It felt like an eternal spring. Feelings that span and change worlds. I cashed my life assurance, who wants to live forever? You were exhausted&#...
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Cusp | Skycycler
http://www.skycycler.com/2010/02/cusp
Shut your wrinkled mouths! Make of your geriatric selves an irrelevance. Better yet, wither ye away. I watched for the cut there: the studio producer, an old friend, a pro – scenes of bloody carnage, what Pincott ironically calls ‘mercy killings’ to ensure these innocents died young before corruption and canker swelled in their bodies like the ranks of his tumescent following. I flicked off the television and went outside. He looked through me. I smiled and pulled up a chair next to him. Or they take it&...
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Rift | Skycycler
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Please Oz, let’s go this weekend, just the two of us. Somewhere we can be together and talk about time. Somewhere with more space between the ground and sky. My lungs are full of water. I looked at what I had written, then tore it up and went to work. Above the clouds the stars would be coming out. At breakfast I found Stephie’s ripped note and threw it in the fire. She meant babies. Somewhere we can be together and talk about babies. I nodded, though I don’t know his wife’s number, or even h...We met at...
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