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October 18, 2009 03:39 PM EDT
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“We’re out of time”, he said while speeding down the hallway in his car.
He was a rich man. His rooms were renowned for being too spacious. His kitchen had a garden to its . . .
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September 27, 2009 03:39 PM EDT
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A Flash of Movement
She was notably physically expressive, flowing easily from one movement into the next.
"Gets it from her father's kin. We were much more . . .
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September 17, 2009 01:02 PM EDT
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Brainstorming: We need a theme song, easy to remember on point lyrics, catch tune, keep the protestors energized and make our point clearly. Teach-ins at local gathering places, outside . . .
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September 02, 2009 02:55 PM EDT
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Capital Crime
Sweet old daddy
Doing his will in the night
Keeping the mamas afright
for the plight of each
beloved child, so tender
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August 10, 2009 01:04 PM EDT
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cubicle woman
The moments go by if you forget they're there. Sucking in sweetness, hot sugared coffee, aroma into memory. It might be a warm, clammy late summer afternoon. Hints of autumn like . . .
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June 28, 2009 06:11 PM EDT
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from Into the Woods ( Something Sacred )
At first she walked without thought, mind caught up in languageless reverie, body exquisitely attuned to every sound, scent, touch of living . . .
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June 17, 2009 10:27 PM EDT
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Her blood rained, like droplets, on an unchanging spot. Beside her bed. Accumulated. Drop by drop. Every drop. Except the first one.
He closed his palm, felt the warmth of the first droplet with . . .
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June 11, 2009 04:41 PM EDT
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"Great day, my brethren! We are ready to execute our plan, and some Baby Killers. (laughs) For those of you who were not at our last meeting, Joe here -- come on up here with me, Joe . . .
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March 26, 2009 10:24 PM EDT
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16807.
He had tied his index finger to her memories with a thread. Whenever he’d raise his fingers at her, she knew he’s talking about her past.
2401.
She wanted him to be . . .
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March 01, 2009 08:49 AM EST
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Light
A few colorful lights are stuck in his eyes. He splashes a few wet tears in there. Lights linger. Their color disseminate from the edges. A transmutation of the glowing haze. . . .
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February 28, 2009 08:54 PM EST
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I have been searching, seeking, in the sense of philosophy for the purpose of art in the world of humanity. Today, while listening to background noise on the tv, rightbrain/left brain science for . . .
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February 08, 2009 04:49 PM EST
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In an effort to jumpstart this old utopian flash fiction project, I propose a challenge. If it results in stories, I will propose others. [the results are the reward]
flash fiction . . .
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January 22, 2009 11:08 AM EST
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I have a frozen rain in a glass jar. A regiment of raindrops. Carefully synchronized. The droplets are always in the state of falling. So that the rain goes on forever.
I often step into the glass. . . .
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January 19, 2009 12:22 PM EST
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She had a golden tear. It had grown on the left side of her cheek. Its root went further. Right through her skin. Onto the back side of her tongue.
She wept when she was hungry.
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January 18, 2009 11:44 AM EST
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On the day he turned eight, his grandma gifted him a book. It was called “The Intersection of Eight”. He couldn’t understand the title. And therefore, it became all the more elusive to him. And although . . .
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January 18, 2009 02:23 AM EST
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He says he had watched the earth on a casual afternoon. Intermittent with the darkness. He says the earth had climbed into his eyes.
Splashed.
He says he carries his childhood in his palm. He . . .
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December 25, 2008 01:51 PM EST
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The twilight broke his window pane. Along with all other glasses in his home. Shards of glass dusts scattered all over the floor. Illumined by a forgotten light of the day bygone. The illumination . . .
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November 30, 2008 10:13 AM EST
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1.
Your mind is a principle. A theory of waves.
Your last thoughts rippled onto my fingernails. Leaving scars. The pattern was always oddly recognizable. Some say the scar had the same unmistakable . . .
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November 10, 2008 07:39 PM EST
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Moon in Pisces
I've been sleeping so much more than usual, actively wanting to sleep. It's not physical tiredness, but a strong . . .
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November 09, 2007 09:47 PM EST
(shared with group: November 02, 2008)
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http://caelastory.blogspot.com/2009/03/acts-of-desolation-when-battlefield.html .
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This is the ongoing evolution of what I am visualizing as a graphic novel. . . .
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This group is part of a project to write a series of flash utopian fiction pieces around an imaginary federation of diverse villages each working out their methods of community life. I am visualizing little dramatic impacts that also impart information . . .
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This group is part of a project to write a series of flash utopian fiction pieces around an imaginary federation of diverse villages each working out their methods of community life. I am visualizing little dramatic impacts that also impart information about how the people of the community involved solve their social problems. A fictional project allows for social activist imaginings outside of the currently "possible" to promote ideas in an easily digestable and enjoyable form, each person involved adding their bits to the overall project. It would be wonderful eventually to publish these stories into an inspirational book, but I am mostly interested to see what kinds of ideas for possible social structures result. I am hoping eventually to see a whole world of ideas created through these short bursts of fiction, little vignettes or as one person suggested, peeks into open doors. There is no set format to fit. What each participant writes would be helping to create the structure itself. A possible jumping off point would be to write stories based on the scenario: We are a group of colonizers sent to a new planet, with a variety of skills and knowledge. The core group has been given the job of a sort of council of elders, to develop the new constitution, by-laws, societal structure within which the colony is to operate. This is only a suggestion. The whole point is: there are no limits Peace, libramoon
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