Archive Posted January 30, 2003 Report Posted January 30, 2003 Haruchi Visitor Posts: 2 (11/21/01 8:49:09 am) Reply Almost a Very Short Short Contest -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I do hope I'm not out of line here, not that I'm much of a fan of lines, unless the line is a "Thin Red Line", or a line in the sand, or a line in a bar, or a line in a car, no I shall not define what I consider to be a good line. On second thought, just ignore all that. What I'm going to attempt is to start a Short Short Contest. In most areas flash fiction is deemed to be a story under 1000 words. For the purposes of this comp, though, it will be 100 words. The Winner of this prize will win something pretty useless, really. I wouldn't enter for the prize, myself. *rushes off to think of a prize* *rushes back* In fact, why not just consider this a floating of the concept, rather than an actualy competition. If enough people are interested, then perhaps it might be worth looking for a prize of some sort. *walks off - the urgency is kinda gone, now*
Archive Posted January 30, 2003 Author Report Posted January 30, 2003 Zool47 Elder Posts: 153 (11/21/01 12:37:38 pm) Reply Re: Almost a Very Short Short Contest -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Whenever you're ready," he said with a lecherous leer. "Honey," she replied, looking him in the eyes, "I'm more man than you'll ever be and more woman than you'll ever get." Turning on her heals, she could almost feel the heat from his face as she walked off. ~Zool~ Elder of Elders, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.
Archive Posted January 30, 2003 Author Report Posted January 30, 2003 Minta Rose Bard Posts: 32 (11/21/01 6:38:22 pm) Reply Mythology -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I remember hyacinth and laurel if I concentrate. There is no wind here, only clammy chill, but shutting my eyes (to shut out the darkness) and breathing into my cupped hands, I remember warm breezes and the floral scents. Sometimes I imagined that I could still feel time pass—but no longer. I sigh into the remembered scents of flowers and fruit. Fruit? I pursue that scent, my feet and breathing muffled, blind but sure. The fruit burns my numbed nostrils, tantalizing. Something lives down here! My fingers reach up and find the smooth skin. Pomegranate. I am so hungry. . .
Archive Posted January 30, 2003 Author Report Posted January 30, 2003 peredhil31 Elder of Lists and Manners Posts: 393 (11/21/01 7:01:43 pm) Reply Short Contest Support -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It is a hungry passion that burns my soul, my body, my mind. I look within, I look to the stars, I look to others to find The perfect understanding, the acceptance, the love I crave And yet in cowardice behind slick words I hide, I dare not brave The rejections of strangers which like a paper cut sting Far worse are wounds only a loved one can bring. Yet with all the potential for pain, hurt, and sorrow It is the chance of love for which I hopeful greet tomorrow. Love is worth any amount of pain To gain.
Archive Posted January 30, 2003 Author Report Posted January 30, 2003 Zadown Bard Posts: 156 (11/22/01 11:21:57 am) Reply Short Contest Support - prelude to Nevermore -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It could feel another one growing inside him. A raven ... or a crow ... a dark one, this time. Bashing its eyeless bandaged head against the prison, clawing at the walls with bloodied fingers, it convulsed, a womb within a womb. I taste destiny changing. Both loathing and craving it crawled to the corner, leaving behind a trail of corrupted, already rotten blood. It rised a lead coin, stared at it from old habit and hungrily bit it. Just one more vision...
Archive Posted January 30, 2003 Author Report Posted January 30, 2003 Nyyark Visitor Posts: 2 (11/22/01 11:38:36 am) Reply a memoir -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I remember Clyte. He was one of my many crows, but it is for that I remember him. His dark black eyes, they were like the voids between the galaxies, starless and beautiful. I would often get lost in them, listening to his crowing. He would supply me with a sharp peck though, bringing me back to my sub-reality. Ah, I remember Clyte. He is one of the few that will never fade.
Archive Posted January 30, 2003 Author Report Posted January 30, 2003 Ozymandias the Elder The Founder Posts: 167 (11/28/01 4:45:53 pm) Reply Memento -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ka-chink. Another round slides home into the chamber. I can hear my breath and my heart both hammering in my ears. I hate cliches at a time like this. All I can think of is every variation on the line "He could not believe that the loudness of his heart was not nearly deafening them as well." Well, all except for what I really don't want to think about. I wish I at least had some cover, or a friend.
Archive Posted January 30, 2003 Author Report Posted January 30, 2003 Minta Rose Bard Posts: 38 (11/29/01 2:09:32 am) Reply Re: Memento -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Story hooks, every last one of these! Oh, this is tempting. --Tzimfemme, the Naked Mage
Archive Posted January 30, 2003 Author Report Posted January 30, 2003 Jechum LoreMaster Posts: 189 (11/29/01 3:14:50 am) Reply Re: Almost a Very Short Short Contest -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- IT was behind them, never mind what IT was, IT was just there. IT had been following them for lifetime. Sprinting forward, they would crash through any and all obstacles in their path. They were only able to take short breaks to catch their breath and wondered what they would do if their companion was to fall. But IT would always come again! Their breath would quickly become demanding but thoughts of IT would inspire them to drive on. For IT is here and IT is there and IT can never be overcome by running away. For IT is fear.
Archive Posted January 30, 2003 Author Report Posted January 30, 2003 The Blind Seer Viewer (12/1/01 8:42:27 am) Reply . -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Personal Log -- 03.05.2415 We made planetfall at 0630 yesterday. Since then, the Lt. has had us digging perimeter trenches, and setting up spike walls. The local wood's a bit soft, and the ground's a bit hard, but we'll make do. If the Corps. wanted a bunch of whiners, we'd all be brass. It may seem strange, us using Roman field tech in a war that's tens of millions of miles, and three millenia, away from the empire--especially to the boys killing themselves in R&D back home. Out here though, you use what works, or you don't live very long. God, I hope I live through the night.
Archive Posted January 30, 2003 Author Report Posted January 30, 2003 gwaihir1 Poet Posts: 46 (12/1/01 6:30:25 pm) Reply Us -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Male: Although I hold your hand, I don't think you've ever been farther away. I reach for you, I try to connect.... I can feel you, but you're just not there. Where did our relationship, where did we go? When did I lose you? Did I think that if I kept holding you, you'd stay? I can't do it, I've got to go. Female:Umm, babe, I was just trying to decide what to cook for dinner.
Archive Posted January 30, 2003 Author Report Posted January 30, 2003 Belizean1 Initiate Posts: 6 (12/3/01 11:45:38 am) Reply Re: Us -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *The child saw things. Things that no one else could even imagine...... each and every day he was set upon by these terrible visions. He was not sure if they were real, or imaginary. He hoped to God they were imaginary...... no one on earth deserved to see what he saw each and every day. He heard a creak behind him and froze. He shivered uncontrollably and whimpered. It was always cold before He came....... "Please, no.... please..... make it stop......" He whispered and promptly fainted.*
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